The Bridal Journal : Asking them

Now that I'm starting a bridal journal I have found that the process of preparing everything is way more fun that most people say. For me and Mr. Velez doing a wedding is just an excuse to get together with all the people we love and share the happiness. That's why I'm enjoying the "making of" so much. Now I have a lot of reasons to bother my family and friends with boring wedding related stuff, for my surprise they are more than exited to help me doing it.

Choosing the bridal party goes further than "must" and "dont's", its more about those who matter to both of you; Friends in common, family members, etc. 

We divide it into : He choses the guys, I chose the girls. 

For the guys we went out one night and asked them while we were having drinks, but for the girls I took extra time thinking of how to ask them, because in my family, weddings and fairytales goes in the same package, we were raised by cinderella, so you can imagine.

Here are some creative ways to ask your girls to be in your team. (Remember the are going be helping you a lot!, so giving them a little something wont hurt) 

 

I gave them a letter next to a list of the things that I wont be able to do without them, and a pair of heart shaped earrings to remind them that all of this experience is in the name of love. :) 

 

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And after miles of running around the same streets it came the tragic moment when the stitches are not hard enough to handle the energy of running around the same dirty streets. Everything got quiet at that moment when the stitches decided to fall apart, and I will never forget that amazing moment, when i decided to stop and look at them, and feel sorry for them, that day I was walking around 8th avenue btw 40 and 37th st, the samples weren't ready, and we needed 2 yards more of silk. There was no option that a safety pin, nobody notice except for me and them… 

Y después de correr millas en las mismas calles, llego ese trágico momento cuando las costuras no fueron suficiente para manejar tal energía, de correr de un lado a otro sobre las mimas avenidas. Todo quedo en silencio en el momento en que la costura se empezó a abrir, y nunca voy a olvidar ese increíble momento, cuando decidí parar un momento para mirarlas, y me siento tan mal por ellas, ese día había caminado por la octava avenida entre la calle 40 y 37, las muestras no estaban listas, y necesitábamos dos yardas mas de tela. No había mas opción que un usar un gancho, nadie mas lo noto a excepción de ellas y yo..