Groom-erella

May 22, 2009

We are happy to announce that the groom-to-be has found his SHOES! After a couple of trips to David Jones, a lot of hemming-and-hawing, and a very patient sales assistant, we left David Jones with the groom-to-be’s wedding shoes in hand and a beaming groom-to-be.

It was gorgeous, it was Zegna (it will so match his suit!), it was on SALE, and it was pretty much the only pair we both liked. The rest were either too shiny, too pointy, to lacklustre, too odd-shaped, etc.

If anyone thought that the bride-to-be loved her shoes, you should’ve seen him lovingly carry his shoes into the car, cheekily strapping the seatbelt across the dark grey striped shoe box. It looked ridiculous and if anything it only cracked us up, but it’s nice to know that the bride-to-be has found her shoelover match.

I guess that makes us sole-mates huh? Ok too corny. Meanwhile, we cannot stop raving about the fantastic service we’ve been receiving at the David Jones city store. Highly recommended if you want gorgeous suits, gorgeous shoes, fantastic service and if you want to walk out feeling like a million bucks even though you’ve just spent one yourself.

Ladies and gentlemen, Groom’s Shoes? CHECK!

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It’s funny how it all begins – an idea, followed by a long checklist, the sleepless nights trying to figure things out (and sometimes nightmares – oh you wouldn’t believe how many this bride-to-be has had!), and all of a sudden, TA-DAH! It miraculously works itself out and I realise I’ve stressed myself out for what? Absolutely nothing!

This journey of wedding planning has taught us many things about ourselves – our work styles, our personalities, our little idiosyncrasies. I’ve figured out a way to get the groom-to-be working; he’s figured out a way to remind me to do my tasks and when I need a break from it all. But what I’ve learnt the most is that in the midst of it all, God is the Master Wedding Planner.

In retrospect, I’ve hardly had to stress about a thing. I decided on my gown in a day, there was a bit of drama with my shoes but it wasn’t the end of the world, the bridesmaids’ dresses all came too easily, the groom-to-be’s suit was perhaps the easiest and quickest decision made, and then there were the flowers.

I already had a vague idea of what I wanted my bridal bouquet to be like, but the idea, which I (unfortunately) found on the website of a highly-sought-after florist, was going to cost me an arm and a leg, and possibly a kidney and liver too. I could justify forking out a tidy sum for the gown or the suit, but for flowers that would wilt and die in a day? It was no systems go.

Thanks to a friend whose cousin had a friend in the industry – Fleurlicious – who does absolutely gorgeous flowers, we were incredibly blessed by his generosity and graciously given a packaged deal for all the flowers that we needed, and it didn’t even cost us a finger. What I liked best was Justin’s service – his honesty and enthusiasm was enough to get me all excited about flowers even if it were through an email. You know how you just KNOW it when you’ve got a connection with someone? I had that vibe with Justin and his team.

Divine intervention? You bet. Isn’t it awesome when we have God as our Master Wedding Planner! So, ladies and gentlemen, I say this with much pleasure and glee:

Flowers? CHECK!

To-do lists, iPhones, iCalendars and Microsoft Outlook?

Meh.

Who needs them when you’ve got a PHProjekt tool and a software engineer at your disposal!

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The Suit

May 4, 2009

Before I am accused of gender-biasedness, I thought I’d better post up something about THE SUIT, which to be honest does deserve special mention.

As usual it started off with the casual browsing – through the city, around Doncaster Westfield, and a few other random shops around, but it was at the David Jones suit department that we found his suit.

THAT place is no force to be reckoned with; if any guy were to whine about the lack of male clothing in stores, he obviously hasn’t been to David Jones. Just imagine this: rows and rows and many more rows of suit racks, sprawled across an entire floor of a building, purely dedicated to suits. There were suits in all shapes and sizes, from all designers between Armani and Zegna, branded or otherwise. THAT place, is suit heaven.

He tried on a few and we eventually settled on a Studio Italia one. The price was decent, minor alterations were needed and we both agreed he looked pretty dapper. We put in an order for that and left.

And that was when we wandered carelessly into Zegna thinking it was harmless since we got the suit already, but oh how wrong we were! You see, there’s Zegna, and there’s ZZegna, which is the younger, cooler, and oh-so-much-hipper (and much much more affordable) range. At the shop assistant’s insistence that Jon tried on a suit which she thought was perfect for him (although admittedly the material was beautiful), Jon reluctantly went into the change room to try it on (just to shut her up).

Minutes later he emerged, and oh.my.bazooka. That suit was perfect! It fit him to a T. The tailoring was exquisite, the material was beautiful…and best of all the price wasn’t Zegnaesque in any way and fit snugly within our budget.

The deal was sealed in a heartbeat and we left the places happy customers. We also managed to cancel the order for the previous one since it was in the same store which made us even happier customers.

And that’s the story of THE SUIT.

THE END