Articles by BrigidKaelin

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Is it Crazy to Grow my Own Wedding Flowers?

In case you don’t have reason enough to think me crazy, here’s one more. I am growing my own wedding flowers. I know, I know, there are so many variables that could go wrong here, causing floodgates of tears to open. But I don’t think like that. I’ve got a yard full of glorious zinnias, and they are going to make a gorgeous bouquet. In our first meeting with a potential florist, we learned that most wedding flowers are imported. That’s not surprising, but what IS surprising is that they usually come from far away places like Ecuador. Those kind…


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Louisville Sisters Making Gorgeous Upcycled Vintage Jewelry … or “How in the world will I accessorize on my wedding day?”

It’s funny, but the one traditional thing I’ve had trouble with finding for the wedding is “Something New.” Borrowed, blue, and old, is no problem for an environmentally-obsessed budget bride, but new? Almost impossible. In that spirit/quest, last week’s Diamond blog was meant to be a blog about my favorite local jewelry-maker, but, as with everything I begin, it diverged. Today I shall remain on task. I am not great with accessories. I’ve got eight holes pierced in my ears, but I wear earrings about thrice a year. Still, I admire and appreciate my well-accessorized friends, both for their flair…


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Diamonds are a Girl’s Guilty Pleasure.

The night I met my fiancé, I was wearing about eighty-thousand dollars worth of diamonds. It was the 2006 Best of Louisville Awards Show, complete with a red-carpet arrival and an array of Louisville celebrities. My friend Tim Krekel and I were there to perform a song together, as well as to say, “And the award goes to…” several times. It was my one and only brush with the kind of celebrity where jewelry stores call you a week in advance to ask what you plan on wearing to the event. This wedding is probably the only time in my…


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It’s no Alexander McQueen, but I’ve got a Gorgeous Wedding Dress…

I haven’t been hounded like Princess Kate, but I’ve gotten more than a few inquiries about my wedding dress. It’s not surprising, considering what a fashion icon I am. I mean, wear do you think Taylor Swift got the idea of a dress and cowboy boots? (See picture: I am two, clearly ahead of my time.) And still, I’ve not once been nominated for the Best Dressed Awards in Louisville. Do old t-shirts and thrift store jeans count for nothing? I do believe Chanel would approve. I could have gone couture for the wedding. My future mother-in-law offered to make…


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Hen Parties (aka Bachelorette), Louisville-style.

When David and I hopped a flight from Glasgow to Belfast last year, we noticed the rest of the plane was filled with groups of women. They were distinctly defined groups, separated by their different t-shirts. Some t-shirts were black tanks with sparkly silver lettering that read “Jane’s Hen Party 2011.” Others were pink tees saying “Belfast Hen Party for the Ross Sisters!” The girls were also all doing shots of something blue and giggling wildly before noon. “Hen Parties” are bachelorette parties done up right. And by right, I mean extravagant, crazy, and taken very seriously. Were I in…


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Where should we Honeymoon?

Where are we going on our honeymoon, you ask? Answer: We don’t know. Isn’t it grand? My second favorite part about that answer is be able to check off the boxes on TheKnot that have anything to do with planning your honeymoon and remove them from our ginormous To Do List. My favorite part about it is that I get to have yet another adventure with my favorite person. About six months into our dating, we decided one Wednesday evening that we would really prefer to be in Paris that weekend. It’s not unlike me to make such grandiose statements,…


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Adventures in Public Transportation.

I took the bus yesterday. My friends in other cities are probably not so impressed, but in Louisville, this is kind of a big deal. It was mostly pleasant, as long as you don’t try to read or play on your phone (I get motion sickness) and as long as you aren’t in a hurry. That’s not to say you can’t get somewhere on time using public transport here. It’s just that the bus is not going to come when the route planner says it will. As FWT says, it’s either “ten minutes early or thirty minutes late.” It’s hard…


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Etiquette Rules that discriminate against Red.

Can we discuss some silly etiquette now? We all understand why you’re not supposed to wear white as a wedding guest. It’s a little bit dumb, but understandable nowadays, when one can never tell just how formal/traditional the bride is going to be. You wouldn’t want to show up in a white tea-length sundress, when the bride is wearing the same thing (embarrassing for one, annoying for another). That rule about not wearing black to a wedding has fallen away because, well, that black is formal, easy, and looks good on everyone. But somehow you’re still not really supposed to…


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Best advice: It’s YOUR wedding, not THEIRS.

I got so many lovely responses yesterday, both public comments and private messages. Thank you all for your wisdom and kind words. It seems that from the beginning of all this, the single-most common (and best) piece of advice we’ve gotten is: do what you want, and don’t worry about anyone else. That should seem obvious to us, right? Well, it’s so much easier said than done, and it’s been something we’ve had to try really hard to remember. Aside from the big problem that I have a terrible habit of wanting everyone to be happy, I really really don’t…


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Wedding Confessions begin … countdowns and irrational fears.

Six months ago I started blogging my wedding here for various reasons. The main reason was that I didn’t feel like wedding nonsense belonged over on my regular musician blog. In the past month, however, that blog has suffered because I have become so wedding-consumed with it that I can hardly think about anything else. It is both annoying and embarrassing. If I don’t write the crazy out of my mind, it festers there. That’s no good for anyone. And so, I apologize, but I’ve got some crazy to get out of my system. How about this for a confession?…