Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Still, not really my thing. I'm sticking to the notion that I'm not waif-ish enough to pull off the dropped crotch.
If they're your thing, I found this pair at Nimli. They're eco-friendly and on sale.
You know how I feel about sales.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Armed with my delightfully foolproof plan, my good friend and I head over for my first venture through an event rental warehouse. I have no idea what I am in for.
We are met by an awkwardly giddy woman who seems all too eager to parade me in front of their vast selection of stemware. I don't want wine glasses. I don't even want to be here. I just need linens and chairs.
I smile and nod, and we finally make our way out to a sea of tablecloths covered in plastic. I start to get nauseous.
"I would like linen colored tablecloths, please."
She looks irritated but continues to grin while showing me a few choices.
"Okay. These are nice... but I'm looking for something more... linen. Like, in between ivory and beige?" If you show me one more damask print I'm going to gouge out my eyeballs and run blindly from this warehouse.
She starts to giggle. That is absurd. In the fourteen years she's worked here she has never had a request for such an odd colored tablecloth. It's so blah. Why not just go with white?
My eye starts to twitch.
She snatches the plans out of my hands and flips through the pages sighing. She disagrees. White is much more fitting. And why not a plastic chair? What is all this? What am I trying to achieve here? If it were her she would do this...
I graciously take my papers back and wonder why we didn't just elope. At this point I'm feeling personally insulted and want to pummel her for thinking the plans are anything less than genius. I'm tempted to lie and tell her Chelsea has arms the size Hulk Hogan and would totally kick her ass. Then I snicker at the thought of Chelsea putting this lady in a headlock with Hulk Hogan biceps and forget for a minute why I'm so annoyed.She runs us by napkins and aisles of metal chairs. She talks- a lot. Have I considered chargers? Damask? If I put down a deposit now I can get a great deal on delivery.
My brain is screaming. My friend eyes me suspiciously then leads us towards the door before I do something rash. Thanks, we'll be in touch. Not.
We drown my misery in margaritas then I go home and drunkenly call my mom and attempt to explain what garlands are.
I still need supplies but fear for my mental health if I return to another rental warehouse. Maybe next time I can go armed with a taser? That way I can zap anyone that tries to pawn a satin napkin or aisle runner off on me. Or I can just zap them for fun. Nothin' like a good old fashioned tase to bring back the wedding spirit.
In the famous words of East Side, f* this.
Image from here
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
If any of you other brides-to-be decide to give it a try, please do share pictures!
Photos from NPR
P.S. to Anne- A 30's inspired sheath gown paired with a Twigs & Honey bolero and followed with a funky lace mini-dress for dancing. Don't worry, there will be more details to come! ;)
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Found in the Spring/Summer issue of Oregon Bride. Photos by Aisha Harley.
I believe it was fate.
Monday, December 8, 2008
I purchased this from Estilo Weddings just days after my engagement and have accepted that it just doesn't go with our theme.
If it happens to go with yours, let me know. This could be your lucky day.
I'm afraid if I have any more caffeine today I'm going to snap and pull an 'Office Space' on somebody's radio.
I should also mention that I just realized how much I really, really hate The Little Drummer Boy.
Friday, December 5, 2008
On top of using my mom's potted plants, my parents have a vast backyard forest where we will pick wildflowers to add to the cut peonies and Farmer's Market finds for our centerpieces. Here are a few of my favorite Pacific Northwest species that I hope to find: Bleeding Heart
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Let me tell you, I applaud Meg for her decision to forgo favors at her wedding.
I mentioned before that my mom is an ebay addict. Well, months ago we were inspired by a barn wedding where the bride and groom gave out vintage salt and pepper shakers to their guests. My mom scoured the 'bay. Boxes of shakers were purchased (to be specific, a hundred vintage shakers were purchased). When we finally got around to opening them we realized they were nothing like we expected. I changed my mind. The shakers had to go. They are now tucked away in the back of my mom's closet.image from here
Then it was my mom who decided a great green favor idea would be to give our guests bonsais. Again, she turned to the 'bay. A box of bonsai jade trees was purchased. We had plans to scour the beach for bits of seashell and driftwood to decorate the planters. Then we started doing the math on how long it takes to prepare and plant bonsais. We were talking days upon days of labor. Nick started to sweat.(If you look close enough you can actually see him sweating)
I reasoned that we would spend days preparing these lovely bonsais for our guests, then come wedding day half of them would get left behind, and the ones that were actually taken by our guests would most likely just be discarded somewhere and left to die (I'm such a cynic).
Bonsais: out. Back to square one: knee-deep in favor hell.
My mom fell in love with an idea she saw in a book where the bride and groom made a special blend of tea for their guests and packaged it in a sack with a serving spoon. This is great because Nick and I are big tea drinkers, but that can get pretty spendy. Those serving spoons alone run about $3-$4. All I can envision is a drawer full of tea scoops that were left behind by guests. Tea scoops in the trash. Tea scoops on the floor. tea spoon infuser here
I'm now pondering bags of saltwater taffy. Flavors. Packaging. Thrift.
I'm going insane.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Image from here
Maybe I'm thinking of more than one episode.
Regardless, I can't get over how much I love this photo:Goat butts!
Taken during one of our trips to the beach
Monday, December 1, 2008
That is, until she finds something else wedding related to stress about...
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Because coffee on-the-go doesn't have to be wasteful.
Found in ELLE and sold at the MoMA Store.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Does it make me a complete turd that I've been planning my own bachelorette party for a while now? I know I'm supposed to leave this up to my friends... but friends, if you're reading this, please try cramming all of these things into one booze filled evening:
- A stiff Gargoyle at North 45
- $4 steak at Acrop
- Fishbowl margarita(s) at The Gold
- A romp in some leaves (I know that it will be Spring and we may have to substitute for somebody's well manicured flowerbed instead)
- Happy Meals on West Burnside
- Nostril waxing at Blooming Moon
-A Bart Simpson inspired prank call to somebody
All while sporting the coolest fake handlebar mustaches we can find. Image from here
That's all for now.
Thank you The City Sage for summing this up so eloquently. I couldn't agree with your more.
Now, for that Pumpkin Bread Pudding, leftovers can be shipped to...
Image from here
Monday, November 24, 2008
One can never be too safe.Image from here
If anyone (be it bum, murderer, or rapist) so much as looked in my direction, I was to give them the best old-fashioned beat-down of their life. And I kid you not- my parents were dead serious.
Of course I never actually carried this thing around with me outside (I have no fear of NW Portland after dark). Instead it found itself snuggled carefully between my nightstand and bed. You know, in case the power goes out (or said bum, murderer, rapist breaks into our apartment and needs a good beat-down).
The other night I knocked the Mag-Lite over while fishing for my copy of 'Martha Stewart Weddings' under the bed. The walls in our room echoed with a loud Cling! as it hit the hardwood floors. Nick was startled from his sleep.
"What the Hell are you doing?" he muttered as I quickly shut off the lights and clicked the Mag-Lite on. I waved it around on our ceiling for a few minutes then tried my hand at shadow puppets. Image from here
"Amanda," he shrieked. "Amanda! I have to wake up for work in a couple hours. Knock it off!"
I chuckled and made a bunny, then a dog, and finished up with the best ostrich you could imagine (sound effects included). Nick sighed in protest. He sat up in bed in an attempt to outdo me with shadow puppet genius. We giggled then teased. insults were thrown and competition was high. A laser light show was attempted while Nick belted out his best Jimi Hendrix impersonation.
This continued on until our cats grew scared and hid under the bed and the beam of the Mag-Lite flickered out of life.
Nick and I will forever be kids.
Mag-Lite, you rock.
Friday, November 21, 2008
But instead of printing "to" and "from" on the bags, use the lovely favor tags we're ordering from Things are better with a parrott (they match our invitations!) and some bright colored ribbon.
If this is any sign of things to come then the rest of our wedding planning should go off without a hitch!