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If at all possible, I like to overdo things. Sometimes it feels like All The Things. But that’s the problem: I WANT to do All The Things! Life is short, right? Especially when you’re only five feet tall. (hah…. short … Continue reading Inktober and NaNoWriMo: Sometimes you can’t do All The Things
If you ever dare show even a REMOTE interest in something that pops up on your newsfeed, good luck. That ad will not leave you alone ever again. Ever. For the rest of eternity.
I have a bad habit of buying stuff that I never end up using. Clothes. Gadgets. Rosetta Stone Spanish (I’ll get to that SOMEDAY Jessie! Promise!).
And a set of bamboo ink brushes. I got them sometime during my senior year of college.
That was seven years ago.
All this time, those brushes have sat, still in the packaging, in my art drawer. They moved with me from my parents’ house, to my first apartment, to my boyfriend’s house, to the apartment I now share with that then-boyfriend, now-fiance, almost-husband.
Marriage is supposed to be forever.
The paper materials that go with it, however, are not.
Despite all the fancy stock, foil accents and die-cut edges that go into the invitations and other papery things, realistically the stuff just ends up in the trash, ya know?
So when my friend Linda found a brand-new box of wedding stationary at a thrift store for a glorious $13, I happily walked that sucker down the aisle (…#sorrynotsorry) to the register.
When we got engaged, I mocked the general cost of a wedding.
Who’s stupid enough to spend so much on a single day? I said.
…A few months later…
That frustrates me to nooooo end. (Ask anyone who talked to a very tearful me yesterday.) BUT. I’m trying to remember something. The best parts of this whole shindig, have absolutely nothing to do with the dollars, so the dollars aren’t worth stressing over.
When middle-school-aged me used to fly somewhere, I’d look down at the new city as we were landing, and wonder what life was like for the people there. The people who lived, EVERY DAY, in the places that we were so excited to visit for a little while – did they realize how cool their home was? Did they understand the amazingness of their ho-hum daily grind? And … did they think the same thing about me, when they came to visit where I lived? I still think that when I travel. But this particular morning, I wasn’t traveling. I … Continue reading ho-hum and awesome
Can I be freaked out yet? In two months from this exact moment, I’m going to be cutting a cake. At the gorgeous woodland-y hobbit-ish reception of my wedding. (!!!!!!) I’ll have just said “I do” to the guy crazy enough to ask me to marry him, the guy I want to spend the rest of my life with. And if all goes according to plan, I’ll be trying my hardest to not cry the makeup off my face with happy tears. It’ll be the happiest day of my life. That’s what I hope anyway. We just visited the venue … Continue reading wedding: the 60-day countdown starts nowww
One thing about the wedding that makes me nervous (in addition to the gazillion other things that make me nervous) is that we’ll put all this work into ALL these little details – and nobody will really notice much. Will they? Do guests pay attention to the little things? Food is probably the biggest thing they care about, followed by choice of music. I guess, right? But aside from those things, will anyone actually appreciate the details? Like the centerpieces Geoff puzzle-pieced together even though I (may have) doubted him til I saw the finished product. The quotes I learned … Continue reading wedding: do guests notice the little things?