Marziplanner is a practical software program providing up to date information for couples planning their wedding. Designed in Australia, the software has won silver and bronze in wedding planning software awards and consolidates spreadsheets, lists and more into one easy to use program.
Available with a 7 day free trial, Marziplanner sets our planning tasks are set out in 13 different ‘pillars’ or chapters, in a clear and easy to use format.
From budgeting, to designing your floor and seating plan, a handy ‘gift record’ section so that you can remember who gave you that beautiful silverware, and our favourite – a ‘glory box’ which links into Itunes to create your wedding music playlist. Other features include creating your guest list and managing your RSVP’s, Marziplanner also allows you to set your budget and allocate due dates for payment.
Every time you reopen the program you’re told of this week’s appointments, tasks and budget items. Giving you a simple reminder of what to do next.
A calendar allows you to input dates of your events (including bridal shower, hen’s party, and wedding) and put in appointments with your wedding vendors which you can see with an easy glance. Reports allow you to generate reports (i.e. vendor listings) for easy printing.
When you make changes to one section the data will be updated throughout all sections. Specialty advice from bridal industry leaders is also an added bonus – who doesn’t want fresh ideas when we become stuck in the minutiae of planning?
Polka Dot Bride has five copies of Marziplanner to give away each valued at $120 each. With a total giveaway value of $AU600!
To enter complete this story:
“Who would have thought that a simple safety pin could have caused some much chaos at an otherwise well-planned wedding. It all started when the bride emerged from the white Mustang outside the church…..”
Competition is open worldwide. Competition closes on the 27th of April, 5pm Australian EST time.
This competition is now closed.
… Ella, the maid of honour adjusting her train gently as they were about to open the large wooden doors for Casey to enter and marry the handsome man of her dreams. As she fluffed out Casey’s gorgeous white satin skirt she suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in her finger.
A sharp intake of breathe quickly turned into a scream as rich red droplets of blood fell from Ella’s finger onto the pristine wedding dress. The fellow maids could only look on in horror as the globules of blood spread like amoebas, soaking into the dress and stretching out tendrils like desperate weeds seeking water.
Casey whipped her head around and her eyes widened – a Southern Cross of red blossomed on her otherwise immaculate dress. She took a deep breath and commanded icily “Get the emergency kit from the car”. With Ella sucking on her bleeding finger, the maids rushed to the boot, only to discover that the kit wasn’t there! In the hullabaloo of leaving the hotel, the kit had been placed in the boys’ classic car, the keys of which were safely in the best man’s pocket inside the church.
“Right girls, empty your purses – let’s see what we can do!” declared Ella – she knew that Casey would not consider walking through those doors with those splashes of red. Chocolate bars, tampons and tissues later, Miranda the high school teacher came up with a bottle of twink!
Ella stood taking some candid photos as the maids painted over the red splotches with the miraculous twink, returning the dress to the virgin white it had been. A few fluffs of the dress to dry and Casey entered the church full of composure and ready to wed.
…outwardly composed, inwardly anxious. She looked up at the quaint country church and realised that inside this building, her life would change forever. She took a deep breath and (wishing she’d had one more glass of champagne) smoothed her dress and picked up her bouquet. It had turned out quite well really, (stephanotis for a happy marriage, lavender for devoted love and rosemary to remember her beloved grandfather) considering she’d picked the flowers herself that morning. She fingered the stems feeling for the cool reassurance of her locket and chain…. but suddenly, it wasn’t there.
It had been there that morning as she’d fastened it to her bouquet with a safety pin, remembering unwrapping the precious gift from her grandfather on her tenth birthday, as he told her how he’d blessed it to always keep her safe.
It had beent here just now, in the car, wrapped around the fragrant lavender stems as the Mustang meandered along the poplar lined streets, through the town that held the box of memories that was her childhood.
She began to panic – how could she get married without her locket, without her grandfather? She scrambled across the seat of the vintage car, searching, praying. Just then her beaming, fairy-clad daughter tugged on her arm asking – how much longer must we wait?? Looking into her daughter’s darling eyes, she gathered herself and entered the church.
Walking down the aisle towards her beloved, she noticed something glinting around her daughter’s neck in front of her, a familiar thin, silver chain. And there was her sign. Instantly, she knew that in a moment she would be bound not only by marriage and a promised love, but by the enduring bond of family.
…excited, nervous and looking stunning as ever. The dress had been a bit loose that morning and although Sasha knew she had lost weight she didn’t realise so much that she needed a safety pin to hold the dress together.
Everything leading upto the wedding was perfect so Sasha thought she couldn’t have lost that much weight as she wasn’t stress and she ate & exercised exactly the same way she has every other day. Being the calm problem solver she was, Sasha let out a large sigh then asked her bridemaids to use a safety pin to tighten the back of her dress (as well as a bit of hollywood tape for the front, in case anything was to happen).
All was well and you couldn’t even tell that anything had gone wrong, the dress was perfect and Sasha looked beautiful…that was until her safety pin got caught to the maid of honour’s dress, it ripped a part of her maid of honour’s dress then snapped in half – all this whilst the guests were inside the church waiting in anticipation.
Sasha knew something like this would happen as she & her hubbie-to-be always had a funny story for everything and being the wedding, it was bound to be more dramatic than usual. Sasha just smiled as she knew that this was a sign that this was just meant to be and she was now more than ever ready to start her life together with her hubbie-to-be.
Sasha asked the photographer to take a photo of her in her loose dress with the maid of honour in the ripped dress to capture the moment. As soon as the photo had been taken, the other two bridesmaid’s equipped with more safety pins, hollywood tape and a sewing kit went straight to work fixing up both dresses.
A little drama made the day even more special, now that’s one of many stories for the kids…
“Who would have thought that a simple safety pin could have caused so much chaos at an otherwise well-planned wedding. It all started when the bride emerged from the white Mustang outside the church…
…the whole bridal party was running late. They were on their way to the church to take a few pictures before the guests started arriving for the ceremony. No one had noticed until just now when Tara’s maid of honor turned to her and said, “Sienna, COME WITH ME TO THE BATHROOM, NOW!” As the bridal party and family stood there befuddled, Tara and Sienna rushed to the bathroom. The night before, Tara had seen this little pimple on her nose but really didn’t think anything of it. She would get them often and they would ALWAYS disappear over night. But of course, this one decided to multiply in size. Sienna’s make up had already been done and somehow this big pimple decided to sneak through the layers of foundation. There was less than an hour until the guests would start arriving. Although Sienna had no idea what she would do to take care of this pimple, Tara had come prepared. As all of the girls were getting ready this morning, Tara had taken two safety pins and had fastened them to the bottom of her dress, knowing there would be a chance that something would come up. THANK GOODNESS FOR TARA! They held the needle end of the safety pin under hot water in an attempt to sterilize it and then gently poked the pimple on Sienna’s nose. It instantly diminished with just the littlest red spot remaining. They rushed out of the bathroom and no one else had any idea what had just happened. Everything else from this moment forward went as smooth as possible…
…until the reception. Tara looked down to the bottom of her dress and both of the safety pins were gone. She knew that she had thrown one away in the bathroom but had no idea where the other one had fallen off or been lost. Suddenly, Aunt Jenny screamed. She had taken her shoes off to dance on stepped on something terribly sharp. All of the guests at the wedding ran to see what had happened. Blood was gushing from her heel. On the floor, next to her heel, was the second safety pin that was supposed to be on Tara’s dress.
I guess Tara was smart to think about having safety pins around, and although one turned out to be VERY helpful, the other ended up causing more trouble than it was worth. The perfect still ended up perfect but Aunt Jenny might say that it was a painful day! 😉
Who would have thought that a simple safety pin could have caused so much chaos at an otherwise well-planned wedding. It all started when the bride emerged from the white Mustang outside the church.
She hated that Mustang. A big gas guzzling box. She would have preferred to arrive on her Vespa scooter. After all it was Vespa’s that brought them together. They were a few years younger and she had only just got her license. Her red scooter was hot. It would be a symbol of things to come. She remembered when he had pulled up on his Vespa – a noisy black beast of a thing. He took off his helmet and she suddenly got butterflies. As a novice rider she was already nervous. She stayed toward the back of the group of other riders and as they pulled out onto the road she checked her mirrors to be sure he was there.
He was always there. There were many more riding adventures to follow and he always rode behind, always looking out for her ahead. When she had her accident it ripped through him. As he held her on the side of the road, he knew their love could survive anything.
There she was, outside the church. As she twisted to get out of the car, she felt the bandage tight against her thigh. She had dressed the wound herself – normally he would help, but she could not risk seeing him on the morning of the wedding. It was bad luck after all. CLICK CLICK CLICK. She had forgotten about the photographer. She felt like he had asked her to get in and out of that car a million times.
Nuzzling into her father, he nodded. It was time. The familiar butterflies had returned. She took a deep breath and her first step. Ping! Oh no. It couldn’t be. The safety pin had come loose. How could she prevent this from getting worse? She tried to hold the bandage between her thighs by bringing her knees together. This seemed to be working. With each awkward step closer, her husband-to-be knew exactly what had happened. And he anticipated what was about to happen.
He was there to catch her. Her fall was quite spectacular. In the isle of the church he held her in his arms and through the pain and the laughter, she knew their love could survive anything.
Who would have thought that a simple safety pin could have caused some much chaos at an otherwise well-planned wedding. It all started when the bride emerged from the white Mustang outside the church. Just as she was about to take her first step out of the Mustang, Laura heard an almighty ripping noise. She instantly felt sick to the pit of her stomach as she turned and saw the great tear in her train with her father’s foot anchoring down the delicate scalloped edge. He’d done it again. Laura had resigned herself to the fact that something like this would probably happen on her wedding day. Her father was notoriously clumsy, from falling off the roof while cleaning out the gutters to gluing himself to the garage floor.
Laura’s father started apologising profusely but Laura just shrugged and smiled, “Dad, if this is the worst thing that happens today, then I’m lucky”. Laura turned to her bridesmaid and asked her for the emergency kit she’d prepared specially for an event like this. Anna opened up her purse and Laura watched as Anna’s face turned a sickly shade of green. “I’m really sorry Laura! I must have left it at home!”. It was then that Laura started to lose her cool.
Seeing his daughter beginning to panic, Laura’s father tried to think of some way to help. Suddenly he leapt up, yelling “I know! I have a safety pin!”. He turned away from the two girls and fiddled around with his trousers. Handing Laura a safety pin he said “The zip was loose so I thought I’d pin it up”. Laura gave her father an odd look and then carefully pinned her train together.
Laura took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. Smiling at her father and bridesmaid she said “Well, I guess this is it”. As they made their entrance in the church Laura’s heart skipped a beat. She’s never seen Steven look as handsome as he did now. Unable to stop herself from smiling, Laura and her father began the bridal procession down the aisle. A few steps down the aisle Laura noticed her father fidgeting strangely. “What’s wrong, Dad?” she whispered out the side of her mouth. “Nothing!” her father replied. As she reached the end of the aisle, Laura looked up to see Steven with a mixture of horror and amusement on his face. She followed his gaze back to her father and couldn’t help but laugh. There her father stood with his trousers nearly around his ankles and his bright blue boxer shorts on show. Slowly the church began to fill with laughter as the horrified guests began to chuckle and snicker and snort. “Oh Dad!” Laura gasped in between guffaws, “I’m meant to wear the ‘something blue’!”.
Who would have thought that a simple safety pin could have caused some much chaos at an otherwise well-planned wedding. It all started when the bride emerged from the white Mustang outside the church, tripped on the underskirt of her dress and fell onto the sidewalk, palms down. She stood and brushed herself off, not realizing that she had cut her hand deeply on an open safety pin. As she smoothed her hair and dress she became the vision of a nightmare, speckled with her own blood. Horrified, she demanded that her father run into the church and tell the waiting crowd to return on Sunday, so she could have her dress laundered.