Friday, August 26, 2011
Seven Quick wedding planning updates: Three months to go edition
1. So, yeah. 3 months. 92 days. A whole lotta hours. (What? Just because I have a calculator on my computer doesn't mean I have to do the math for you.) Fortunately, I seem to have gotten out of the "abject panic" part of the planning, such that I feel like I can totally do this in three months and whatever I don't get done doesn't matter. Unfortunately, that also means Scott and I have basically spent the last week asking each other "Are we there yet?"
(Scott once coded me a page that prints that over and over until you hit a button saying "We're there!" It makes me laugh.)
2. No, I haven't got invitations anywhere near done. What was that? Those are important? Oh. Okay, then.
I did try to start printing them yesterday and got this (the RSVP card is the only part I won't have to censor for identifying information....):
It's a little crooked. What, you can't tell? You fail at OCD. (Hey, sometimes the stereotypes are true. I'm not a neat freak, though; just ask my mother.)
So we adjusted the adjustable thingies (to use the technical term) on the front of the printer and got this:
If you can't tell that that one is crooked, you fail the eye exam. Meanwhile, Mom wanted her computer back, so I stomped off to my room.
Mom suggested that I can wait until Labor Day weekend and have Dad (i.e. The Only Person More Neurotic Than I) feed them meticulously into the printer. Because if they don't come out straight nobody gets to come to my wedding. *sulk*
I'm really not a Bridezilla, promise. I just really really don't like crooked stuff.
3. While I'm posting pictures, meet The Shooz:
They're just $11 "ballet flats" from Wal-Mart (with quotation marks because they have hard soles; I'm not sure that's very ballety). I like them a lot, though.
4. I'm still working on getting the bridesmaid dresses all ordered. That is a long and convoluted story that I will tell you some other time.
5. Relatedly, a rant: Two different conversations have occurred recently (one I was a part of myself; one was between my mother and one of her friends and got related to me because my mother loves to talk) in which the non-me/related to me member of the conversation has learned that one of my bridesmaids is 12 and immediately started referring to her as a "junior bridesmaid." Did I miss some law of the universe that says girls under the age of, say, 16, HAVE to be junior bridesmaids? I always figured it was between me and her, and I decided that I didn't feel like singling her out just because she's a decade younger than everybody else. I call her a bridesmaid without any qualifying adjectives (except maybe "my") and I expect you to do the same, not assume you are so smart and trendy and know better than me what she should be called.
6. Mom and I met with Cake Lady (mentioned in my last update post) yesterday. I wasn't super impressed by her "shoebox of photos on the dining room table" setup*, but she delivers and it's impossible to mess up cake and Mom basically declared that we're using her. The end.
*My photographers work out of their living room. I don't have a problem with working from home. I just like people who work from home to be professional about it.
I did enjoy the meeting, though, because it got me thinking, "How hard is it to learn to decorate cakes?" You know, just in case I need a little at-home business to tide us over until I become a millionaire novelist. I don't really enjoy sewing (and I'm slower than molasses in January at it), so I couldn't do that, but cake is awesome. Cake is my favorite. (There is a possible snag in my plan...making cakes without eating them. Or letting my hypothetical children eat them.)
Log this away so in a little while you can ask me, "What ever happened to that harebrained scheme?" and I can say, "I got bored and dropped it."
7. This has absolutely nothing to do with my wedding but I'm tired and I need a seventh take: I read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone this afternoon. The fact that I read it cover-to-cover in less than 5 hours says something about what I thought of it.
I do understand why my 10- or 11-year-old self saw the Harry Potter books in the library and put them down unread. The premise still doesn't really grab me. Rowling's world just doesn't really grab me (I'm much more a medieval fantasy or sci-fi girl. Middle Earth, love. Malacandra, love. Hogwart's, meh.)
The characters, though. They grab me. One page of Mrs. Weasley and I wanted her to adopt me and take me home to live with her redheaded children. (If you assume the first book is set in the year it was published, 1997, I'm probably about as old as Ginny. We could be friends.)
The plot is awesome too. Rowling doesn't waste a scene. I was worried during the bit with the dragon but I carried on and sure enough, BAM. Major, crucial tie-in to main plot. Win for Rowling.
Okay, that was random. I'm done now. Visit Jen for more Quick Takes.