Well, a kitchen renovation is well underway in the Fix-It household. Care to follow along?

1. Here's a photo from the day we made an offer on our condo:

2. And here we are all moved in:

If I thought my life in "wedding world" was dwindling down, my mailbox this week gave me a friendly reminder that there's plenty more partying to do! I'm thrilled - two of my dearest friends from college are getting married in 2011. Mr. Fix-It and I will get to bookend the year with two fabulous weddings - one in January and one in December - both of which I'm going to share with you!

So, as I've mentioned no less than 87 times, I looooooove wedding invitations. My week started with a fantastic one! Wanna see?


I adore the simplicity of the letterpress juxtaposed with the shimmer of the pocketfold.

...an itty, bitty teaser from our wedding!!!

When I was little, there were a few things I associated with being a grown-up. The usual, of course - driving a car, wearing high heels and perfume, and sleeping in a big, comfy bed. Likely a less common association with adulthood was having a beautiful, framed wedding invitation prominently displayed in a master bedroom. But, for me, the framed wedding invitation always was one of those important markers. As a kid, I remember seeing my parent's wedding invitation in their bedroom and thinking it was just magical. I'd carefully study the words, look closely at the names, the date, the time and the swirls of the letters. Something about it drew me in.

Then, when our invitations arrived in July I didn't immediately run to the framer. I got superstitious. I convinced myself that framing our invitation before the wedding would seal our fate that something would go awry. So, in a totally out of character move, I waited.

Upon our return from our honeymoon, however, I was at the framer first chance I got. Just a few days later I had my own piece of adulthood, ready to be hung in our master bedroom. Maybe someday one of our little ones will marvel at this piece of wedding history just as I did.

{My Lovely Ladies:  Julia,  Allie,  Ashley,  Leah &  Carrie}

I can't start a post about my bridesmaids without sharing with all of you how exceptional each and every one of these girls has been to me. They were an easy choice for a bridal party from the start, but they truly stepped up when I needed them most over the past year. It only reinforced that I genuinely have some really, really wonderful best friends.

When Mr. Fix-It and I got engaged, these were the first people I called (parents aside, of course). When Mr. Fix-It's Mom was diagnosed with cancer, they were always checking in - not only on her, but on us. Bridesmaid Ashley is a resident at the hospital where Mr. Fix-It's Mom was treated. She often went out of her way to personally say hi and check in. When things took a serious turn for the worse, these girls immediately asked how they could help to plan an emergency wedding ceremony. And, when that quickly became unnecessary, they were there to console, and made eager offers to travel for funeral services after having just traveled for a bachelorette party and bridal shower. Their love and support has been unbelievable.

When it came time to give them gifts as a token of my thanks, I racked my brain.

Allegedly Mr. Fix-It and I have been married for almost a month. "Woo hoo!!!" right? Sure, totally. I'm all about that. Except one tiny detail. We're yet to see anything in writing.

So, you know, aside from the whole wedding thing - with the vows and exchange of rings and the whole "woo hoo!!!" - we have no documented evidence of a legally binding marriage.

Our wedding was an absolute, amazing, constant outpouring of love and joy. I have never felt such an intensity of celebration in my life.


That whole "best day of my life thing"? It's about the joy. It's phenomenal.

I work late on Mondays and Tuesdays. Typically Mr. Fix-It puts together dinner on these nights and has something yummy waiting for me upon my arrival home. Tonight was no exception, and it was kind of special because it was the first meal he prepared for me as a husband.

However, he was working with the same ingredients I had available last night (see yesterday's post). I wasn't expecting much. In fact, I was thinking we'd wind up eating cereal. Or ordering take out.

Somehow, though, he manged to pull this off:


Some sort of magical flank steak with veggies inside and green beans. Show off. (Maybe I should have opened the freezer last night.) He made my sad quesadillas look even sadder.

Since returning from our honeymoon, Mr. Fix-It has managed to build an entire computer from scratch but a run to the grocery store hasn't topped the priority list. Tonight was our first quiet night at home and I had the opportunity to cook my first meal as a wife. Here's what I had to work with:


Holy pathetic.

…and it was beyond, beyond, beyond amazing. I CAN’T WAIT to tell you all about it, but for now I’m back to honeymooning!
xoxo,
Mrs. Fix-It