Hello everyone! My name is Holly, and I am a Broke-Ass Bride.
I guess it’s important that before we get going on the creativeness and the snarkiness, you get to know the woman behind it.
I’m in my late 20s, I’m a graduate student and I live in a large city in Canada with my fiance and my our dog. I love cooking, baking, yoga, hiking and arts and crafts. Because of my enjoyment of hands-on stuff like that, I plan to DIY a lot of my wedding decor. I’m also going to attempt to make my own wedding cake. I’ve also already been told by at least five people that I shouldn’t do that and it’s a terrible idea! Anyways, I’ll go over that in more detail in my future posts.
Before we get into all that, however, I’d like to share a bit about my dearly betrothed. Evan and I met at a party back in 2005 when we were both in high school. His best friend in elementary school went on to become my best friend in high school, and when he realized that we would be well suited together, he schemed to set us up. Unfortunately, we were both dating other people at the time. However, we chatted and exchanged instant-messaging contact information. A year later, at the worst time possible, we found ourselves both single — the very same week that he moved to another city to start university. After a lot of flirting online, we thought we might try to date long-distance. It was awesome, but we broke up after a couple months. Still, several times over the next six years, we’d find ourselves in the same city, with sparks flying, but the timing was never right. Finally, after we both finished undergrad, he ended up in our hometown for the summer, and we decided to give it another try. Exactly four years later, we had moved twice (once for grad school, once for a job), started careers, got a dog, travelled the world and he was down on one knee asking me to spend the rest of my life with him. I agreed. We’ve only begun planning our wedding, but we know it will be in the fall of 2017, and that it’s going to both bad-ass, broke-ass and super romantic-ass.
See you soon, BABs!