Are you there Rain? It's me, Amanda

30 days, on the dot. As I stare out my window onto the overcast Portland streets, I start to get nervous about our unprotected beach wedding. Being a native Oregonian, I love rain. Most people do not. I envision water, and satin, and sand.

My backup plan: eff backup plans. I want to get married on the beach.

I've spent this past year staying up at night worrying about napkins, and marshmallows, and garland. My teeth have been ground to nubs and the bags under my eyes might be permanent. It's not pretty.

Then I woke up the other morning and realized that I just don't care anymore. I've got a box of garlands somewhere in my apartment, a dress hanging in the closet, and a handsome man peacefully snoring away in the next room. That's all I need.

On my wedding day I'm going to get up and throw on my gown. Take a couple tequila shots. Slap on some mascara. And if it rains I will throw my arms up with delight, peer up at the sky, and jump in every puddle I encounter.

Image by James Jowers via Flickr commons

Thank-You's

If the thought of doing another DIY after the garlands didn't make me want to cry, I would so whip up a batch of these amazing thank-you's by Jeffery Rudell to send to our guests. Maybe after the wedding I'll be feeling a bit more crafty?

via StumbleUpon

Just in Thyme

I'm not usually a fan of cheesy wedding puns slapped on favors (i.e. "two peas in a pod"), but these herb favors make me smile. Who couldn't resist a little "roseMARRY" and "Mint to be"?

Photos by Jasmine Star via Earth Friendly Weddings

hood

HeadHoods via Free People. I'm so loving the Audrey.

I guess you could call it an intervention

The other day we found ourselves with a group of friends, wandering the aisles of City Liquidators, where all of the Snuggies and cheaply framed Scarface posters of the world go to die. After resisting my urge to snag a phallic driftwood statue, I ran into a display of LED tea lights. Like, gazillions of them. For cheap. Sure, they were discolored and slightly off-kilter. Maybe they worked. Maybe they didn't. I nimbly snatched a few off the wall while contemplating the lighting at a 3pm wedding- when I noticed Nick eyeballing me. He furrowed his brows and said, "Put them down."

So I did.

Image from here

Earth Day Giveaway!

The lovely Jennifer of Earth Friendly Weddings is hosting a gigantic giveaway in honor of Earth Day. The winner will receive eco-friendly goodies including gift certificates, the Green Weddings book by Mireya Navarro, an antique button ring from Etsy, and more.

Head on over to her blog to check it out!

Our playlist is coming along... ?

No, we aren't Twilight fans. Obviously. But Nick is a huge Iron and Wine buff.

Though, I do struggle with the reoccurring urge to sabotage his playlist with nostalgic David Sedaris skits. How great would that be? Sneak one in when he's not looking. All of our friends and family gathered around meticulously decorated tables, enjoying tidbits of yummies on our wedding day, just to encounter Sedaris explaining the Dutch relevance of 6 to 8 black men on Christmas Eve over the sound system at our reception venue. Yes.

I could. It would be 1 part a**hole, 2 parts awesome.

leanne

I'm dying to see more of Leanne Marshall's eco-friendly bridal creations. Gowns starting at $1300.

Go Leanne!

Anemone

I need this. Badly. Mainly for tickling Nick's nose while he's sleeping. I could wear it with my imaginary hand warmers and be in recycled fox fur heaven.

From Sara Lagacé on Etsy.

ok, I bluff

I realized when I ended an argument with Nick the other day by using the line, "Oh shut up, Stewie Pajamas," that maybe I shouldn't have been such a bluff before. Love is: leaving your partner's beloved nightwear in the free bin downstairs, then pretending the cat ate them when he hunts for them after work.

On a lighter note, we've been getting a ton of RSVP's back and I'm starting to get antsy. 50 days.

Now, I'm off to a weekend of overpriced Rubies, Fleet Foxes, and bad reality TV.

Love,
Amanda

Image from *meppol

baby goats

I can't get over how much I love this photo of Nick frolicking with my parents' baby goats.

baby goat ♥

I'm not gonna lie...

I haven't been blogging much wedding stuff lately because I've been too busy staring at this picture over on FAIL Blog (I know what you're thinking Nick. Enough is enough. It's not that funny). After grabbing my cup of coffee this morning and scrolling through pages of FAIL's to get to my beloved photo, it hit me that I am in desperate need of an intervention.

All of this wedding talk has melted my brain into a smelly puddle of sophomoric ooze.

I find myself gazing way too long at the page-a-day Brevity calendar my mom got for us last Christmas (I think I finally understand it. I don't get the jokes because they really aren't there). The other week I giggled as Nick called me on my cell to give me the play-by-play of an intoxicated homeless man duking it out with a rosebush outside our apartment (the conversation was complete with lines like, "no way, man" and "if I only had a camera right now..."). I even caught myself whispering the name "Brian Peppers" to a co-worker yesterday as I refilled my coffee cup in the lunch room.

I think this has something to do with my denial of actually being an adult. I've been ducking the title since my eighteenth birthday. Not any more. Marriage is a sobering thing. 52 more days. I need to get it all out of my system. Because married adults actually make the bed every day and have more productive things to do than read FAIL Blog, right? No more Saturday morning cartoons. Jeopardy and backgammon all the way.

La fin... man.



(If I start making poop jokes in the next week or two you'll know where they came from.)

Speaking of Cupcakes

Saint Cupcake here in Portland is now shipping yummy cupcake kits nationwide. You pick the flavors, frosting, and sprinkles, then days later you get a delicious box of caloric goodness delivered to your doorstep. I'm salivating just looking at that cup-o-frosting.


found via makool

I've been craving a cupcake for weeks now

I think it has something to do with my desire to drown out pre-wedding stress with binge eating. Nothing that a margarita and a good pair of Spanx can't cure.


Image from this tumblr

our invites::my new polaroid infatuation

Invitations by Sarah
Mediocre photography by me

Because now my digital camera just seems so boring.

suitcase cat

Vintage Suitcase Pet Bed from Vintage Renaissance on Etsy. Found via MJSSJM.

My obese cats would so love this.

my polaroid

My favorite thing about shooting with my new Polaroid 210 is that between my mediocre skills, expired film, and insane lighting, I never know how the photos are going to turn out.

I love them all.


P.S. we will be getting married on that beach in less than two months. I ♥ Oregon.