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December 10, 2010



i always get really upset with myself when i don't hold out for as long as others with heels at parties too... glad i'm not the only one, haha

mallory elise

:) well i didn't have a wedding, it was in the cartorio. but many friends and family came dressed up anyways.

here's my only experience: i've only been to one actual wedding so far, a cousin in SP and i would say the main difference between this wedding and your brother in law's was the budget. the dessert table and venue at his wedding looks beautiful, and knowing brazil, was big bucks. at the wedding i went to the budget was a bit (extremely, is an understatement) limited EVEN thogh they spent thousands and thousands, it just wasn't enough. In brazil, it seems that if you spend the same amount of money on a wedding that would be great in the US, it would still be mediocre in Brazil. saving is necessary, and i feel like if you dont have the funds to go all out, you should shorten your guest list. The church was rushed; one wedding 5 minutes after another. AND our bloody family came into the church in t-shirts and sneakers, it was horrid. even my brother in law was wearing a skater outfit--i was ready to kill him--and then the party afterward was a steep climb up a hill (lovely) the room was smaller than an elementary school cafeteria and did not have enough tables or chairs, many were standing on top of each other, and those who were seated were stuck, no way out. waiters served TANG and little hot dog sandwiches. there was a really pretty cake, but that was about it. then the rest of our family showed up in jeans and t-shirts to see if they could get in on the free beer, i don't even know if they knew whose wedding it was! it was very disappointing for my first brazil wedding since i'd heard of such beautiful events, i felt out of place in fancy shoes and dress and i felt like i had joined a family of rude barbarians. but then again, this is just our family. it made me realize that in brazil, a wedding just isn't worth it unless you have a LOT of money to do it right. i also realized that the manners of the adults and children in my family are horrid, migrants from bahia or not, t-shirts in a church is inapropriate, here we are back to education! root of all evil...

but i LOVED your comment about don't get in the photographer's way, because he is supposed to not be in your way!! i'm photographing my first big wedding in June in the States and then hope to start doing it here in Brazil. guess what. it's been 10 months and i still haven't gone to a hair dresser. ha, scared? maybe :P


I was going to say the same Poly said although the only time I have been into a wedding was past November! lol The only thing I regret about wearing awesome high heels was spending over R$300 on a pair of shoes just for the occasion! But they were soooo pretty that I kept them until the very end... well, at least until I got into the car back home. :)

PS: my trick? got a special set of shoe platform (for R$19) otherwise I would have made it ;)


Oi Rachel! É o seu casamento? Caso seja, eu a aconselho a assistir o programa Papo Calcinha do canal à cabo multishow para a sua lua-de-mel, caso você esteja no Brasil. É um programa brasileiro muito instrutivo e muito família.Você não se arrenpederá! XD

Ernest Barteldes

You neglected to say that there are no real bridesmaids in Brazil but 'wedding godparents (padrinhos)' in the same fashion as in Portugal and Italy. Either couple can have as many 'padrinhos'as they wish. Once, I attended a wedding in Brazil and there were more padrinhos than actual guests... I felt like an outsider.

On my own wedding there (the one that ended in divorce) we had four sets of padrinhos. Mine were my lawyer, my boss and my oldest and youngest aunts and their respective husbands - even when my mother wasnt speaking to them due to a feud created at the time of my grandmother's death.

The humorous part was that the priest was late... so we missed having a sunset wedding. But I guess that is life.

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