We were married in a historical building that had been a post office and a library, and is currently an art gallery and community cultural center in my parents' hometown. We made all of the food ourselves. The whole thing cost less than $4000. There was hardly anyone there, but some of my family came, and his parents came from England.
Different family members all held a flower and passed them to me as I walked up the aisle, building my bouquet as I went. It was symbolic, and I really liked it. It was a winter wonderland color palette, dark blues and silvers and white with some sparkles. My gay uncles decorated for me for free (they even purchased all the decorations themselves).
It was 1/1/14, cold as fuck. I wore a cape and a hand muff outside. That night my parents' put us up in a hotel. We went out to eat at Texas Roadhouse and I got really sick after drinking half of a margarita because of my liver damage, which we didn't know about at the time.
If I could go back I would have invited way more people. I would not have assumed that people wouldn't come. Though it was really hard because we only had a 90 day window to get married with the visa requirements, so not really much advance notice to give people. But still. I also would have tried to have an actual honeymoon, and not drank any alcohol at all.
Congrats, good luck, hope the dip dye works out