This one time, at my wedding....

......I had on a seven skirt dress and I had to go!

As a bride I had a variety of highly exciting contingency plans for possible emergency situations on my wedding day.  In fact, with a helicopter at my disposal, some rope, a stick of chewing gum and a couple of eighties action television heroes, I think I could have been prepared for EVERY contingency.  Because I am just that thorough.

For serious.

Anyway, that said, there was one thing I truly had not prepared for.  It had never occurred to me that this might happen.  Yet it did.  I was forced to keep calm and bridal on as I searched my mind, the room at large, and my sense of etiquette dignity for the answer.

Here’s how it went down:  after husband and wife-ing it down the aisle and into the reception I had a large quantity of time in which many people were greeted and hugs were administered and offers of a drink came a-plenty but said drink never materialized.  Then, all at once, it was like all the different drink offers ARRIVED.  I had multiple glasses of water and I drank a lot of them.  A lot.

When I realized I needed to visit the ladies room I calmly searched for my mother and/or sister as I had on a 7 skirt-dress and this was clearly going to be a two-person affair.  No fears, I’m quite comfortable with my mother and my sister.  Unfortunately they were MOA.  In fact, they were MOA with my purse, phone, bouquet and chapstick, but I digress.

With no means of calling them to see where they had vanished off to I found myself in a serious predicament.  Just who the hell was I comfortable taking into the ladies room with me?

Suddenly I was scanning the room with the worlds most judgmental eyes, re-assessing everyone I had ever known and loved.  Would I take them into a bathroom stall with me?

It divided pretty evenly actually into either “No.”  “Absolutely not.” or “HELL NO!”

I tried to wait it out, I really did.  But all that water, everyone looking so happy that they were the one that got me the one thing I needed on my big day.  I had to drink it all.  

Finally my eyes lighted on the one person I decided it was ok to ask:  my step-sister.  Happily she seemed totally unfazed by this request (later she advised me that copious amounts of alcohal had further engendered this sisterly love)  Extra happily nothing crazy happened.  Having Mr. T stationed at the door might have been nice though.  I enjoy the mental image of him telling guests who wanted entry to the ladies room, “I PITY THE FOOL THAT BOTHERS THE BRIDE”  wahaha.

Anyway.

Later my step-sis tells me, she casually mentioned being my bathroom savior to my father who nearly spat out his drink and said intensely, “OH MY GOD!  She let you go to the bathroom with her?  You are her TRUE FRIEND!”

I’m still half-impressed, half-horrified that my Dad remembers this about me.  You see, when I was 5 a very long road trip with no rest stops ended with my mother taking me into a field on the side of the road.  I was in serious pain.  Still, there was absolutely no way I was going in a field.  My mother still remembers this clearly (so does my Dad I guess).  I marched back to the car and waited until a proper bathroom was available.

I do like a proper bathroom.  I mean, who doesn’t?  

I remember seriously dreading the outhouse at my grandfather’s cottage in the summertime.  That thing blew away in a storm and he and my grandmother ROWED OUT TO RETRIEVE IT.  To this day is stands on that hill, with barnacles on it from its time at sea.

And I will never forget the first time I saw a squatter in Korea.  I thought someone had torn out the plumbing from the stall.  I still don’t know how those work.  And you know, I only spoke like 3 words of Korean the first time that happened, but I managed to make it clear I would NOT be using that particular stall, thank you very much.

Perhaps your are thinking to yourself that my desire for quality plumbing probably inhibits my true enjoyment of adventure travel.  You are right.  (and what isn’t covered by plumbing, is heartily embraced by insects)

But ultimately the bottomline is this:  whatever your feelings on the quality of the bathroom you prefer, needing to reach out for help from that particular level of privacy means questioning the true level of trust you have in those close to you.  (Also, you might want to consider the rational logistics of the ladies room when picking out your dress - or at least have some kind of MacGyver like clippy-thing to pin it up with.)

Just another unexpected re-evaluation of relationships that came from the happenstansical nature of all that is wedding.

Officesaurus Homilus Chronicles: The Fog

At the risk of sounding like an insensitive human being I'm going to occasionally archive the repeat personality types my newfound office life has furnished my existence with.  Perhaps you've met them too.

First up is "The Fog".  I run into this type occasionally around and even outside of work.  We've all seen someone go into screensaver mode while talking to them.  You know the look.  They're gone and most of the processors aren't firing anymore.  I didn't think it was possible to think about 'nothing' until the first time I saw this vacant expression overcome someone's face.

At work this results in that co-worker who asks you for the same information repeatedly and even as you're reminding them you can see your answer disappearing into some sort of fog in their brain.  Where does it get filed?  Who's to say?  Perhaps it goes through a dryer, or a wardrobe--either way it ends up in Narnia with your socks, every file you've ever forgotten where you saved it to, corrupt mp3's from the Napster era and stuff your computer told you it didn't manage to salvage when it crashed.  And even if you managed to find this magical land you would arrive to discover that unicorns are using these lost items as toilet paper.  

My results to engage with this type have mostly been a dismal failure.  The only lasting impression I seem to make is when I get upset over damage caused by their fog-like actions (I remember you said to calculate these important numbers like this - what were the other 2 steps again?  whoops.).  Resulting in things like this conversation:

"Hey, I remember some sort of weird thing happens in the system when I do this twice in a row....what was it again?  Nat knows---I remember she doesn't like it."

Me, "Do you mean *technical jargon here* ?!?!  Yeah, don't do that twice in a row!  You need to cancel the first set and start again."

"Are you sure I have to?  I mean I really have to get this done.  Can I just release both sets?"

WHAT?!  That's like asking if fire can be put out with MORE FIRE.  (note:  fire + fire = FIRE)

You know they know this, yet, in the fog, time slows down and someone's drinking a hot chocolate in a very relaxed way and going, "Are you sure I need to get up for this?  Seriously?  I have cocoa.  Mmmm cocoa."

Look, we all like cocoa, but sh*t needs to get done, son.  

My trouble arises from a complete inability to relate to this personality type.  I run on like 70% anxiety and 29% guilt (1% occasional random euphoria, god I love that 1%).  I'm convinced horrible ethical consequences await me if I don't give 150% to everything I do (this includes evenly sealing envelopes) and is coupled with horrible guilt if I do happen to get away with 99% effort and don't think I feel bad enough about it afterwards.

There is no fog in my brain.  Screensavers NEVER come on.  I'm pretty sure I stir extra brain RAM into every cup of tea I make.  When someone communicates to me from this blankness it is like staring into the face of the nothing from the Never Ending Story.  Suddenly it's me and excel responsible for saving Fantasia.  And what's excel really going to do for me?  Can I vlookup in that necklace of power?  No?  I'm screwed.

Apparently only the fury of my anxious terror at the sight and realization of how far-reaching the consequences of this kind of mental apathy can stretch their obnoxiously lazy tentacles is the only lasting impression I leave on this personality type.  It must be alarming for them to look into my brain as well.  What do they see?  Is it like Time Lords looking into a rip in the space-time continuum?  (I enjoy this as I am now Doctor Who and infinitely awesome.  I need to replace my cubicle with a TARDIS stat!)

Probably the most unchanging thing about getting older is that I don't feel anymore equipped to deal with personality types vastly different than my own now than I did in junior high school when I'd be randomly grouped on an important project.  (Immediate pre-teen horror would set in.  Could I trust these people?  Did they own a thesaurus?  Did they care at all?  Oh God!)

An open concept office creates a strange menagerie of behaviour - followed by a condensing the longer you spend around everyone.  I'm going on three years at my office and the layers that shed, the comfort level and inner-speak you develop with colleagues is amazing.  I mine so much great insight from it, and so much incredible bafflement at the types and interactions that blow my mind.  

Hopefully there is something to be learned when paths cross between two disparate types like mine and the Fog (otherwise I must conclude the karmic overlord of our universe enjoys prodding me with a stick).

Me:  Too afraid to make mistakes.

Them:  Crippling apathy launching avalanches of make-work errors all from a lazy oversight the size of a small coin.  

Me:  Immediate strategizing of a capture-all process to clean up whatever hideous trail of errors have been created in the past and a stern plan for the future to prevent them (already assuming 'The Fog' feels the horrible crushing weight of their error like I do just hearing about it).

Them:  Remembers vaguely my upset from last time and shows up to describe it to me in a horrible Pictionary like fashion that inspires multiple equally horrifying scenarios before I guess which one it actually is

Me:  Moment of stupefied wonder at the state of the world, human nature, life in general, my karma, the real meaning of it all

Them:  Oh so you can take care of this?  Great!  Thanks.

Is apathy like recreational drugs?  I feel like I'm constantly being offered it by burn-outs "It's really easy and fun, try it! Dude, it's amazing!"

But is it amazing?

I don't want to be less alive in own life, even if my rapier of justice is aimed only momentarily at something as seemingly insignificant as doing the same math twice.

Is the fog living in a cocoon?  Are they enlightened?  Am I too uptight?

The thing is, I want to populate my Narnia with enormous dreams, not lost files.

I would like my socks back though. 

Unless they’re unicorn toilet paper.

Husband Dialogue.

Me:  "I was thinking about you today ^_^"

Drew:  "Well, I was thinking about you forever and all time!"

Me:  "WTF?!  You can't just say that, that's cheating!"

Drew:  "I just did."

Lifeasaurus Rex

So our life insurance dude asked us what our 10 year plan was today and since we didn't have anything we made stuff up as we went.  It started off responsible and then got increasingly better:

 - Pay off student loans
 - Invest in RRSP's
 - Invest in future children's education
 - Invest in house-plan savings
 - Start a band (Drew)
 - Get published (Nat)
 - Run a bakery in Paris
 - Own a cottage
 - Alternatively, own a European Chalet (especially for writing, once fame as novelist is achieved)
 - When/If pregnant: drive across Canada together

The biggest and best is still Drew's.  If we strike it wildly, madly rich, we buy up an entire apartment building, or perhaps our own street of houses and invite all our friends to live near us rent/mortgage free :)

How's that for 'there goes the neighbourhood' ?  ;-)

Books

Coming home from my first writers group meeting the other night where the discussion had turned to ebooks, I realized that I've never weighed in on them.  Let me start by saying, because I have friends and co-workers on both sides of this, that I support all of it.  The entry below is simply my own, personal feeling on books.

Ebooks are the talk of my workplace by times and everyone is waiting to see things like "ebook erosion" or the second coming of itunes.  From person to person opinions are widely varied on ebooks.  The general consensus seems to be that an ereader makes a very practical travel companion, that the price point is enticing and that a certain type of book can be pretty much permanently justified in this format.

However, the lingering physical qualities of books are still spoken of with quiet reverence.  I often wonder if this nostalgia will fade over generations but I sincerely hope it doesn't.

I have loved computers and the internet since infancy.  Having a gamer Dad meant I could navigate DOS menus even before being able to read.  I spend hours reading social media, hunting down music, writing, LJ'ing, blogging, collecting inspirational photos and reading oodles of fanfiction.  I'm not sure how I lived before my iphone.  I even have the Kobo app. but I have never used it.  I have never read an ebook.

I still love books.  I love the idea that once you have crafted a tale you craft its container in equal measure.  I love the feel of questing through a bookstore and seeing, really seeing, all the possibilities. It's humbling to realize you probably can't ever read them all.  It reminds you you are tiny with a heart's appetite bigger than your body can contain.  I love a good bookshelf and I love looking at other people's.

Music stores, I must confess, always held some intimidation for me.  There was a certain element of being seen with certain music or, perhaps a better way of saying it, identifying yourself very strongly by your choice of genre.  (not that there isn't book judgement, ha ha, oh how there is)  However, I wasn't sorry to make my music buying experience private.  I didn't seem to lose a sense of happiness from bouncing from artist to artist with my own karma and people rarely recommend music I like.

But if bookstores vanished it would be like entire parklands disappearing too.  People come into a bookstore with a certain amount of openness I think and a desire to touch and feel what they are looking for.  It has never stopped being special to read a book.  No awards, or celebrity nods, or author fads or movie adaptations can ever overtake it completely.  The ritual of sitting down to read still comes with the idea that you turn everything else off and just relax.  If you're me, your favorite books will, if left untouched, open automatically to favorite parts.

And lastly, perhaps there is still some magic in books being fashioned on paper.  I found a great LJ icon that says "Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart".  Every breath out is a tree's breath in and vice versa.  How many breaths went into the page you are reading, in every possible way?  And I don't say this as someone that is terribly alert or alarmed by what things are made of (each New Year's renews my socially unconscious half-hearted environmentally aware guilt).  But there is still some awe built into books.  For all the times you hear wind rustling leaves, or you collect them off the ground and press them between book pages.  For that moment as you get older when you revisit a place and realize the trees are four times as tall as they were when you were a child.

Trees whisper and beckon and offer a bevy of texture, sight and sound.  We always feel a yearning at some time or another to be close to them.  And a good bookstore feels much the same.

Modern Baking Necessities

Disclaimer: I promise to start a series of "wedding moments" posts in the coming months. I'm toying with drawings and I have some ideas in mind. I swear!

Moving right along to current matters: Baking.

Now that I have an all powerful and fabulously blue kitchen-aid my true status as Baking Maven (or Baven) can be acknowledged at optimum power.

If it is in your power to procure a kitchen aid, I highly recommend it. Don't go accessory shopping right after you get it like Drew and I did, it's highly depre-nsive (ie expensive therefore depressing). There's an ice cream maker attachment for a batrillion dollars. Need I say more? Don't ask me what ice cream is worth to me Retail Gods, you can't put a price on pure joy!

Really, flashy tools aside there are only three things that need to be in the kitchen with you at all times while you bake this holiday season.

They are:

1. Obnoxious music

2. Santa

3. Your 5 year old self

You see, recipes will have you believe that their "recommendations" in the form of "measurements" are holy laws written by the flying spaghetti monster on sacred tablets with raw lightning. This is not true. They are instead written by and edited again by the most uptight people you know. The ones who ask for a "sliver" of cake, break your cookies into bites smaller than the chocolate chips themselves and correct your grammar without smiling.

Are these the people you want to make Holiday treats for? I didn't think so. You want to feed SANTA and his belly that jiggles like a bowl full of jelly.

So, crank up that obnoxious music to encourage deviant behaviour and plant Santa on one side and 5 year old you on the other. These are your trusted advisors.

For example: There is no such thing as a "pinch" of anything, and definitely not cinnamon. COMMIT TO THE CINNAMON. Santa loves cinnamon and 5 year old you likes watching inertia huff avalanche like bombs of cinnamon onto your spoon and into your bowl as you try to measure with the exactness of a NASA scientist.

NASA scientists also like cinnamon.

Sometimes in your haste and enthusiasm to compile the ingredients for your latest venture you may find you have accidentally procured the incorrect ingredient. Fear not.

Today, for example, I bought a pound of shredded carrots for Martha Stewart's "Carrot Cake Cupcake" recipe.

As an aside, Martha Stewart recipes are like the sphinx of baking. You must answer their riddles three and pass all their tests to succeed. They will use words like "unsulfured molasses" making you think to yourself "Wait, there's sulfur in molasses?" and "sage leaves cut chiffonade" with a nice bracketed (optional) next to it to acknowledge with cutting precision what a rank amateur you are at life (if you're me they also lead to adventures at the grocery store, the place that used to be your friend, but since "chiffonade" is a cold, dark place where people think you are insane) These recipes also call for more bowls than most people own, to test your true commitment to the sport of baking. So load up on dollar store bowls and make sure your inner rebel is pumped and primed for the baking olympics when you pick up her books. And imagine how EXTRA satisfying it is to slightly alter Martha Stewart's recipes. You're imaging it aren't you? Excellent.

Back to the shredded carrots.

I got home to realize I had instead bought two bags of "french cut" carrots. I worried this style of cutting was too bulky for the unspeakably tasty delicacies I was preparing to create. I considered trying to slice french cut carrots even finer than they already were one-by-one with a kitchen knife and found this idea filled me with apathy and despair. Then I remembered Drew's magic bullet. I turned to Santa, who now sported sunglasses and was perched on a Harley as he pointed to Drew's magic bullet and proclaimed, "Let's do this."

5 year old me, excited by watching things blended to a pulp, ground her fist into her other hand for encouragement.

So I half pureed, half left them french cut and continued on my epic quest for delicious freedom. (currently finishing up in the oven after making 2 and a half dozen cupcakes and a loaf)

Why should you defy recipes even if it's in the smallest way? Because. Now that you are grown up and you've had the joy of realizing no one really has any idea what they're doing you spend your time divided between clinging to the false comfort of exact rules and having moments where your life is a grand musical and you are getting on the next train to adventure (the next train to adventure might be little more than changing an excel formula at your desk, watching it work and being flooded with a sense of omnipotent power, this is perfectly ok.)

Baking is one of the times you should remember that you have something new to bring to the game and you are unafraid to try. And being a grown up should be about making it up as you go, in the best possible way. With cinnamon. And Santa. And 5 year old you high-fiving your efforts. And the soundtrack the most obnoxious music you've ever liked.

For me it includes defeating Martha Stewart with subtle defiance, but you go ahead and find your special thing.

The End.

Photos

I promised these so long ago I'm ashamed.

engagement shoot photos--> Toronto Musical Gardens

wedding photos ---> King Edward Hotel

All credit to the fabulous Calla Evans and her lovely assistant Rachael! :)

Married!

So I did it! So much to say, photos to post, stories to tell I'm overwhelmed.

I'm actually debating trying my hand at a cartoon series of best and craziest moments.

Then I need to cartoon the honeymoon, and getting to the cartoon (aka worst travel experience ever)

Also to come: Pro and Con lists for major decisions, like changing my name. Possibly a series from this titled "Nat vs. Ontario Gov't"

Bottom line, my love for Drew, writing and writing about being married to Drew will no doubt explode into some kind of blog series.

xo, the Garsides.

2 weeks

Dear Future Brides,

As I sit here 2 weeks away from my wedding, after washing sharpie marker off my future husband after his bachelor party, after coming home from a Hawaiiain themed shower thrown by my girlfriends with so much love and care, after submitting the last of my numbers, my seating charts, my meal requests and our ceremony choices...I look back at all the ups and downs I have had planning out this day and all the different ways I have looked at it throughout my life until this moment and I find at the end I am just profoundly grateful for the people I get to share it with.

My advice to you, future brides, is as follows:

- remember to thank everyone

- reward yourself for the big tasks (like doing the seating chart - do this while eating really delicious cake, that is what *I* would do looking back now)

- give yourself unwind time (mine includes jane austin movies)

- have someone to confide in besides your partner (my amazing stepsis was like a ship of calm for me) and let yourself talk out your feelings

Brides, planning a wedding involves taking a lead with your own wishes and opinions in a way more public and yet personal than most of us are prepared for. We tell ourselves we're prepared but it can be overwhelming and emotional to assert yourself so much and feel the weight of the statement you are making about your life, your love and your future. It comes with so much happiness and excitement - but also so many decisions that state who you are to the people whose opinions matter most to you in your life. Do not feel guilty about acknowledging the intensity of that.

Overall however those same people who matter most to me are drawn closer during this time and I am reminded even more than usual about what I love best about each of them and find myself profoundly thankful to have each and every one of them.

Thanks loved ones, friends and unexpectedly delightful people I've met along the way. And biggest and best thanks of all to Drew, for choosing me and offering friendship, partnership and marriage with a sincerity that rings out like a note of music in honest harmony with everything I hold dear.

xo

Life & Times When You Love a Highly Distracted Man

There are so very many things to love about my future-husband.

He has a thousand dazzling little mannerisms I've enjoyed documenting in our time together and I find I look forward to the reoccurrence of each as a charming catch-phrase of lovely nature. Each one another reminding proof of what I love best about him.

Highlights include: a delightful 20's accent he uses when stuck in a huge crowd in the rain and holding my long umbrella . He holds it aloft and declares, "Out of my way shitheads!" and it makes me laugh every single time.

His observation out loud of things occurring right in front of us in tones of such objective honesty that they light up with humour.

The way babies immediately regard him with looks of recognition and adorable shenanigans follow.

Our mutual enjoyment of moments like this one: A guy in front of the Air Canada Centre in a t-shirt with the words "What's going on here?" written on it looking at the large crowd outside the place and declaring "What's going on here?"

However, the rich volley of these delights I enjoy on a daily basis must be continually punctuated by interruption because my future husband....is easily distracted.

Yes the world is a buffet of such distractions:

- nearby conversations (I often here the phrase "Did you hear what that guy was saying!" to which I reply, "Alas, I missed it over the sound of my OWN voice as I talked *to you*!")

- local wildlife (sea gulls flying in slightly more personal arcs than one might expect can derail even the most dramatic of conversations)

- regular noises from the apartment whose volume or location has changed (that creak was in the west wall last week - sorry what were you saying?)

- old men riding barefoot down king street on skateboards (ok this one was genuinely distracting)

Today's treasure came mid-hug and astonished me with its distance. Standing in our kitchen getting a very nice hug when 22 floors down from the window across the street at the lights someone walked by wearing head-to-toe red.

Yes, mid hug the words, "Whoa, that is a lot of red!" greet me and I turn around and struggle to find the source of this distant yet all-powerful distraction.

Happily after this minion of hug destruction was out of visual range I got the other half of my hug. :)

So many people go into a wedding...

Time to call out some of the added resources to the wedding buffet :)

1. Eini & Co Cupcakery - Willing to make me cupcakes with zero food colouring and put one at each place setting in a clear chinese take-out container as our favour :) They also donate a portion of their charges to a charity of your choice so I get another opportunity to support the Canadian Cancer Society.

2. The Vintage Gardener - Recommended by my planner these guys were SUCH a pleasure to deal with. Elaine is one of those rare people who truly and deeply loves what she does, you can just tell. They also had a package of flowers that worked out perfectly for me :)

3. Talen Events - Amalia is my planner and I truly cannot say enough about having her. Her knowledge of vendors has saved me (and her voice of calm), she is super organized and has thought of things I definitely would have forgotten. Knowing she will be there the day of is a true comfort to me. I can just relax :)

4. Meringue Stationary - These guys are making up my table numbers and place cards and are remodeling an Eiffel Tower canvas design for me to do it. I saw the sample this week and am SO excited :)

Further highlights:

5. Calla Evans Photograpy - I mentioned her before let me mention her again because we just love love love her. She did our engagement shoot recently (a fave proof to the side there) and she is just so warm and easy to be around it made the photos feel relaxed and easy. :)

A gallery of photos to come when the digital high rez are ready :)

6. Breia Noble - King Edward Hotel - Our wedding coordinator at the hotel deserves a dedicated blog post (possibly a monument in her honour) of her own. She has been warm and wonderful and has honestly spoiled us rotten. She didn't just make our wedding & reception dreams come true, she made our honeymoon dream come true as well. We pretty much feel that choosing the King Eddy and meeting Breia was the luckiest decision we've made :)

7. Etsy Artist Ceeb Wassermann - This Australian Jeweller made my bridesmaids necklaces by hand. The Sakura one linked above was for Jenny and I sent her a sketch of a moon & star version for my sister that she happily designed to perfection. The girls loved them!

And one last thing! Finally found my 'evening drink' dress for the day of on the lovely Ruche online boutique. Hooray! Waiting for it to arrive by mail :)

Shoes & Ties

So, Drew got his shoes at the Bay and they are Kenneth Coles with a nifty sneaker ankle/sole for comfiness.

Mine are satin dye-ables bought for a song at a shop called "Celebrations" where the shopkeeper crafts shoe details by hand as a hobby. The shop has beautifully decorated shoes hanging all over the walls. She sold me two hand-made flower clips (seen below) that have rare egyptian gauze (yeah the kind used on mummies!) and little swarovski crystals in the centre. There was such love and care apparent in her for making these. She sewed up one of the petals right there :)

Groomsmen ties are from Tom's Place (so is Drew's wedding suit that we fitted him for this weekend past) and his tie is from the Bay :)

His cufflinks also arrived today - they are spitfire planes - cause Drew, you may not know this, knows every plane in existence and names them in the sky for me :)

Wedding details? Check.

Love in the Time of Dishwashers

Well Readers,

Like you I sometimes only find the energy to load yesterday (or the day before's) dishes after I get home from work. I'll keep on my headphones and collect all the cups and plates from around my nest with a renewed desire to see it tidy and happily pull open the dishwasher - only to find my future-husband has already been in there loading some dishes himself.

I love my future husband but I sometimes wonder if he loads the dishwasher on recreational drugs. It's like Escher hurled in there. Dishes coming out of other dishes. Dishes defying the laws of time and space. I half expect David Bowie to emerge in full Labyrinth regalia, spinning those inimitable glass balls.

My future husband works in IT. He identifies, categorizes and resolves major computer issues by discerning patterns in chaos. How is it this same mind looks into the dishwasher and jenga's our dishes at trigonometry angles that pythagorus could not write formulas for? Does this mean I should expect avant-guarde lego constructions from our children? How powerful does he think the jet/soap combination really is in our already leaky condo dishwasher?

As a rule I enjoy attempting to unravel what is often a baffling train of thought or series of distractions that lead him to an amusing amount of non-sequiter revelations in our relationship. This particular one however, speaks to a certain disquiet with spacial relationships which I already have in *my* genetics.

Sorry future-kids. Looks like none of you are going to be those solve-the-rubix cube types. I'll save myself the 20 bucks on those 3-D puzzles and stick to letting you re-write the code in your father's computer.

Cupcakes & Jewelry

I've been neglecting this lately as RSVP's start coming in and I update my spreadsheet (yes, a spreadsheet, the saddest of bridal accessories).

However, the last of my booking is done! Hurrah!

Cupcakes - which we're going to use as our favours since the tea comes with a lot of sweets.

http://www.eini.ca/

This place has agreed to make me chocolate and vanilla cupcakes with icing flowers and....no food colouring :) I'm very excited to NOT have to pick the pretty flower off my cake for...you know....the first time ever!

The hotel recommended this cupcake vendor and my experience with them has been very warm and positive. And I love that they donate a portion of their cost to a charity of your choice (for me the Canadian Cancer Society).

Each cupcake will be at a place setting in a chinese take-out container. (like in the picture - but all white)

I've been hunting around for jewelry on Etsy (I frigging LOVE Etsy) - I did want to wear pearls since it's tradition, but I'm not a huge pearl jewelry fan. Then I found this necklace....really simple and delicate. And the artist has agreed to make me a tiny matching bracelet. She's an artist in Tel Aviv (this is another reason I love Etsy)

I'm happy I found something gold, since our rings are gold. It's funny, growing up I never liked gold ...but when it came down to it, it just felt so old fashioned and romantic for a wedding. :)

http://www.etsy.com/listing/48109197/gold-filled-and-lily-pearls-necklace

the invitation

I ought to have put this up earlier as it's been designed for a while. I'm actually very proud of it. We based it on a wedding invite we saw here, and made it our own with help by the fabulous Jessica Walsh who hand illustrated all the little pictures you see.

It's the story of how we got together :-)

Hope you enjoy...they're at the printer now and will be out in the mail soon! (with matching RSVP's :)

the rings

The rings came! My mom had them made for us and mailed them.

And did I take a photo of them *on* us

and did we practice putting them on each other? Hellz yes!

Honeymoon Shopping

Dear readers,

Today I discovered that googling hotel reviews is a lot like googling symptoms of an illness you're unsure if you have. It can terrify you into never leaving your home again.

I have always wanted to visit Hawaii. You see, I shamelessly admit that locales in movies (especially romantic movies) become beloved idols upon which my worship and excitement can be generously bestowed.

The first time I saw the Eiffel Tower I forgot all my jet-lag, emitted some kind of inhuman sound and started running towards it - leaving my boyfriend to gape and in his also jet-lagged state, wonder if some kind of dangerous emergency might be taking place. Eventually he caught up with me and gently explained that it was probably much further than it looked. I had nearly left the Louvre grounds by this point and was heading into traffic.

So imagine the lush, tropical paradise, unspoiled by reality that I imagined in Hawaii! Yes, long white sandy beaches, hammocks strung between palm trees and incredible sunsets everywhere I go. Hula dancing and of course surfing which I would watch from the shore, much as I watch roller coasters from the ground.

Looking up hotel websites was an excellent way to confirm all my fantasies. Tag lines like "where heaven and aloha meet" fed my already bloated idealism. Photographs of (conveniently empty) pools spilling into pools, lagoons and waterfalls all mere steps from the beach bathed my eyes in soothing confirmation. And every room photo appeared to have prime oceanfront situation, usually with a private balcony.

Then I thought to myself, I ought to look up Fodor, Frommer's and Lonely Planet and learn the sites to see, weather and seasons. It was as I perused the delights of this information (rainbows everyday! Whales singing you to sleep!) that I encountered "hotels" and realized, not only had travel guide's reviewed them, but actual visitor's had as well.

Actual visitor reviews are like....well, the reality TV version of a hoity theatre review. Awful, but you can't look away.

Things like "The room was so dirty I had to buy my own wipes and clean it." from not one, not two, but THREE previous guests of one hotel.

"Our partial ocean view was 99% parking lot and car alarms kept us up all night."

"People got up at 6am and reserved all the best lanai's, then went to breakfast so no one could sit anywhere." (this lead to the delightful discovery that you must rent daily, your lanai/chairs)

The lists went on and on. Bugs, hidden costs, time share rope-ins, crowded pools, resort meals costing a fortune a plate. And through it all these little pass-on's of "here's how to scam this, or sneak that, or negotiate this." Which I truly dislike.

I started to think the hotels I was looking at must be duds (though one miraculously managed to garner 99% positive reviews - I think because you could snorkel and see turtles) so I looked up the very best hotels there were.

People crapped on the Four Seasons. Seriously.

"The pool wasn't big enough." You're on an island with like 1000 beaches and your pool isn't big enough? That is like complaining about your book in a LIBRARY.

Fortunately this helped me file some of the reviews under Chandler's amazing line from Friends: "Oh no two women love me! They're both gorgeous and sexy. My wallet's too small for my fifties and my diamond shoes are too tight!"

Then I made the mistake of clicking the "stay healthy" link on Frommers. o_o

A variety of decidedly unpleasant insect life greeted me but hey, insects are everywhere. Mosquitos? Meh. Centipedes? Well, yuck, but you can step on them.

Scorpions? W.T.F. Why are scorpions allowed in Hawaii? This is a gross national oversight.

Then we get to marine dangers. This is where things took a turn.

There is a jellyfish in Hawaii called the Portuguese Man of War. Why is this title necessary?

WTF is THAT?! I grew up in the Maritimes. I have seen jelly fish. THAT is not a jelly fish. What is that JAWS??!? That is just so not right.

Then they have "box jellyfish" that are pretty much INVISIBLE to the naked eye. Yes, like giant hornets of the ocean, but you can't see them.

Just....why God why?

Finally, this delightful "stay healthy" page concludes with a link to an article entitled, "Everything you ever wanted to know about sharks!"

I am not making this up.

To conclude, do not google "jellyfish stings." You do not want to google this. Really google ought to prompt you when you make stupid search engine choices. "Are you sure you want to see that? It's horrifying and gross." Have some moral accountability google and know me better than I know myself.

Back to Hawaii.

Though the shark-like maniacal jellyfish did add a fright factor to paradise I could definitely have done without the pro con list still reads like this:

Cons: tourist mash-up, hidden costs, man of war jellyfish, invisible jelly fish, scorpions (for real?!), jet lag, terrifying hotel reviews, jellyfish.

Pro: Hawaii :-)

It's the weekend, don't forget to have fun.

I love you drew, now I will crush you.

Bridesmaids dresses!

Ordered and en route!

I wanted to be one of those "cool" brides that let her bridesmaids pick the style they really liked (and you know, didn't choose a colour that could be observed from space) and happily my girls are not only willing to wear any colour I choose (including those visible to our alien neighbours) but they picked out two of the prettiest dresses EVER.

Maid of Honor's Dress: chosen by my sis Gill

Bridesmaid dress: chosen by my beloved Jenny P.

And yup, those are the colours. I must put up a "crafty" post and share the little place cards I started making by hand in my colours. I have a triad of pink going, deep kind of berry purply pink and then two shades lighter. I think it will make for a nice bouquet and table accents and of course dresses :-)

The room has a lovely light sea-green carpet that I also think a deep pink will look nice with.

I didn't think I'd enjoy picking out colours since I can never decide, I always like them all. But I'm really happy with my choices.

Once finalized I'll include a post with the invite too. I'm very proud of it :-)

Details

I love shopping around for those little details that say so much at your reception. It starts out fun and creative and everything else to be enjoyed in wedding planning.

For example:

http://trulyweddingfavors.com/products/eiffel-tower-place-card-holder

Your thought process if you have read my engagement story will probably look very like mine:

1. O..m..g..! Eiffel Towers! How perfect!

2. On sale for just $1.51 each! Excellent!

3. One hundred and fifty of those will cost me.....wait a second....

Why must everything cost a lot when multiplied by 150?

This is just another reason I dislike math. It joins forces with money and ruins my life.

This time it used the Eiffel Tower.

I might have to spring for these anyway.

So. Awesome.