Dutch law is a lot stricter than American law about where you can get married. In the US, you can be married in your backyard and have the officiant be a cousin who just got ordained this morning. Here, only some places are approved as official wedding venues, and only a handful of people per
In case you’ve missed my tweets, Instagram stories, and blog posts: I’m getting married! By the time of our wedding this summer, Ken and I will have been together for seven and a half years, and I’m so flipping excited to tie the knot. I love him so much it’s low-key gross. To stop my friends from
I love to sew, and for several years, I assumed I’d make my own wedding dress. My mom sewed her own dress, and while it’s not my style (she wore a red knee-length dress to her wedding, and, ironically, I’m a bit more traditional), I love feeling linked to past generations and their love stories.
Hey guys! As you may know, depending on how long you’ve been reading here, Ken and I are getting married next summer. t’s been a little while since I wrote an update on our wedding, and a lot has changed since my last post! I thought it would be fun to bring you all into
The internet has brought us a lot of great things, from laughing Chewbacca mask lady to the ability to connect to basically anyone in the world. It’s also given us some stupid things we didn’t ask for, especially for the Instagram/Pinterest/blogger crowd. It’s as though we collectively decided that there wasn’t enough pressure around weddings,
I went wedding dress shopping a few weeks ago. My best friend since 8th grade, Maya, had come to the Netherlands with her mom to visit me as a graduation gift for finishing her master’s. One of the things I was most excited about (other than her bringing me the 13 sewing patterns I sent
The first few days after Ken and I got engaged went by in a blur of champagne, congratulations, and eagerly offered help from friends. Then the dust settled, and the reality of planning a wedding set in. Not just any wedding: an international wedding, split across two continents and incorporating two cultures. As my friends
Ken and I started dating when I was eighteen. That was six years ago, and the clear memories I once had of our first few days together have softened now. I remember, vaguely, the first time we met as adults: on a cold February afternoon in the heart of Leiden, on the day that I