Showing posts with label Wedding Party Dress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wedding Party Dress. Show all posts

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Three Ways I Saved Big Bucks on My Wedding

Between the skyrocketing cost of venues, invitations, and the dress—just to name a few—it’s no wonder weddings are a multi-billion-dollar-a-year business. I firmly believe you can have the wedding of your dreams and still stay within budget. Here are three things I did to accomplish just that—all which you can easily do as well.

1.       Book the Venue Way in Advance

 While there’s something to be said about just enjoying the engagement right after he pops the question, I think you’re doing yourself—and your budget—a disservice by not looking at and booking a venue within a month or two of receiving the ring. Think about the type of settings you want for the exchanging of vows and after party, set up appointments with site coordinators, and hit the ground running on the weekends. Once you have the place(s) picked out, choose the time of year you’d like to marry. This is where you can save big bucks. For instance, I wanted a wedding in late spring, but Saturdays from the first of May through the end of September cost $11,000 (mind you, this is for the venue alone). So I pounced on the last Saturday in April, which was marked at $7500—a common markdown employed by wedding sites to entice bookings during colder months. I was set on a Saturday wedding, but if the day doesn’t make a difference to you, think about booking a Sunday or Friday event—both which is typically significantly less.

2. BYOB

Depending on the venue and the caterer you’re working with, you may be allowed to supply the event with your own spirits. I was fortunate enough to have this option, which my husband and I took advantage of. We set about researching reds and whites with 90+ point ratings, found one of each we liked, and waited for BevMo’s 5-cent sale, where we purchased 12 cases of wine for approximately the cost of seven. For beer and the hard liquor required to make our signature cocktail, we used Costco coupons and stocked up on just enough to keep the party going—all at a deep discount.

3. Nix the Extra Reception Fixings

The chairs don’t have seat covers and each person only got one plate. It saved me more than $600. So far no one has complained about the break in tradition.

Sometimes less is more. While it may be tempting to cover dull walls with pretty linens, swath the room in colored lighting complimentary to your color scheme, and drape seats with luxurious chair covers, these extras can add thousands of dollars to your betrothal bottom line. Don’t fight the feel of your reception hall. For instance, my reception was set in a cross between a cabin and barn. I embraced the rustic ambiance of the room and added elegant touches in the form of beautiful flower arrangements set atop candelabras—that’s it. Despite the persistence of my caterer, I said no to chair covers (which saved me $525) and charger plates (a $150 savings). And at the end of the day, I was completely happy with how the reception room looked (priceless).

Friday, July 20, 2012

Sunrise on the eastern coast

Sunrise on the eastern coast is a special event. I stood at Dolphin’s Nose, a spur jutting out into the Bay of Bengal, to behold the breaking of the sun’s upper limb over the horizon of the sea. As the eastern sky started unfolding like the crimson petals of a gigantic flower, I was overcome by a wave of romantic feelings and nostalgia—vivid memories not diminished by the fact that almost ten years had passed.

I was a young bachelor then, and Visakhapatnam did not have much to offer. Every Sunday morning, I used to rise before dawn and head for Dolphin’s Nose, to enjoy the dazzling spectacle of the sun majestically rising out of the sea. The fresh, salty sea breeze was a panacea for all the effects of hangovers caused by Saturday night excesses.

After viewing the metamorphosis at sunrise, I would walk downhill along the steep mountain-path, towards the rocky beach, for a brief swim. Each time, I noticed a flurry of activity in a distant compound with a single decrepit building. I used to ignore it, but curiously, one day I decided to take a closer look. It was a fish market. Most customers were housewives from the nearby residential complexes. They were at their “Sunday-worst”—sans make-up, slovenly dressed, faces unwashed, and unkempt hair—in stark contrast with their carefully made-up appearances at the club the previous evening.

I had began to walk away, quite dejected, when I saw her for the first time. I stopped, dead in my tracks. She was a real beauty—tall, fair and freshly bathed, her long lustrous hair dancing on her shoulders. She had large, expressive brown eye and her sharp features were accentuated by the rays of the morning Sun. I can’t begin to describe the sensation she evoked in me; it was the first time in my life that I felt my heart ache with such intense yearning. I knew this was love. Yet, in my heart, I knew that I stood no chance—she had a man gal sutra around her neck. She was married—maybe happily, too. Nevertheless I drew closer to her and made the pretence of buying some fish. Smiling guardedly at me, she selected a couple of pamphlets and held them out to me. I managed to briefly touch her soft hands—the feeling was electric and a shiver of thrill passed through me. She communicated an unspoken “good-bye” with her teasing, dancing eyes and briskly walked away. Too dazed to follow her, I returned to my room and had fried pamphlet for breakfast. Needless to say, they tasted delicious.

Soon, I was following this routine every Sunday morning with almost religious zeal. She never missed her rendezvous with me—same place, same day, at precisely the same time, Seven o’clock. Still, not a word was exchanged between us. I was too shy and she probably wanted to keep it this way—a beautiful ethereal relationship—a love so delicate that one wrong move might ruin everything. Meanwhile, I had developed a taste for fried pamphlet—quite surprisingly, considering that I had never eaten fish before.

As the years went by, I left Visakhapatnam and travelled around the world, met many beautiful girls at the various exotic places I visited. But I never forgot her! A man’s first love would always have an enduring place in his heart.

And now, I was back in Visakhapatnam, almost ten years later. As I walked down the slope towards the beach, in my mind’s eyes I could still vividly envision the playfully sublime look on her face—her gentle smile and communicative eyes—even if ten years had passed. I could not contain the mounting excitement and anticipation in me; I was desperately yearning to see her again. It was a forlorn hope but I felt flushed with optimism. Reaching the beach, I noticed that the sun was well clear of the horizon. I glanced at my watch—almost seven o’clock. I hastened my step, almost breaking in to a run, and reached the fish market where I stood at the exact same spot, where we used to have our rendezvous at sunrise.

Trembling with anticipation verging on anxiety, I looked around with searching eyes. Nothing had changed. The scene was exactly the same as I had left it ten years ago. There was only one thing missing—she wasn’t there! I had drawn out the short straw! I felt crestfallen. My mind went blank and I stood motionless overcome with gloom, when suddenly, I felt that familiar electrifying touch, the same shiver and the familiar thrill. It jolted me back to reality, as quick as lighting. As she softly put two prom fret fish in my hand I was feeling in the seventh Heaven.

Looking at her, I was not disappointed. Her beauty had enhanced with age. Yet, something had changed, indeed. Yes! It was her eyes. Her large brown eyes did not dance so teasingly anymore. There was a trace of sadness a sense of tender poignancy in her liquid brown eye as she bid me her unspoken “good-bye”. Dumbstruck by the abruptness of the event and the enormity of the moment, I stood frozen like a statue, unable to react or say anything. It was only when she was leaving that I noticed that there was no man gal sutra around her slender neck anymore.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

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