In the past 24 hours, I have officially heard from EVERYONE in our glorious wedding ensemble via email, text, Facebook message, call, OR local get-together wherein we've put together candles and table decorations, gone over details, and shared in important wine.
I just realized that, like, ALMOST ALL OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD WILL BE IN THE SAME PLACE IN A FEW DAYS.
This is going to be awesome.
Yes.
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Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
8: I Glued My Fingers Together
I am not a "DIY" person.
Well, I mean, I am absolutely a do-it-yourself person, in most arenas. I've lived my own life, paid my own bills, set my own schedule, done-it-myself since I was 17 years old. (I certainly had plenty of love and support, thank goodness. But I took pride in doing things myself.)
However, in the craft-sense of "DIY," I am a total bust.
Thus, I knew there would not be many DIY elements to this wedding. I mean, D is good at DIY stuff; he can draw, sew, construct stuff. I'm not artsy. I can write and act and fake my way through dancing, I can organize the heck outta anything... but fold some origami or design a some jewelry or come up with cute custom table decorations? I quote the Noptetopus:
However, in addition to D (who, let's keep in mind, isn't here), I am surrounded by DIY people. People who are helping me with things like decorations (more on the amazing MQ soon). Though I'm minimizing the DIY overall, I did decide there is one thing I should do. By myself, with my own two hands: make customized flair for my ensemble.
I wanted it to be something unique, longer lasting than corsages or boutonnieres. Something that could be worn by anyone, with multiple options for display. Something eye-catching but classy. I've been working on this off and on for the past several late nights, pre-assembling; tonight, I began assembling.
This project involves super glue.
As the Spoiler Alert post title has already revealed, I glued my fingers together.
I mean, really glued them together.
Tore the skin off my fingertips glued them together.
Still have residue on my fingers even after exfoliating, salt-scrubbing, and tearing at my own skin glued them together.
But the good news is I'm borderline optimistic that when I finish this flair, it will be pretty cool.
That's really all I can manage to type right now. My fingertips are killing me.
Well, I mean, I am absolutely a do-it-yourself person, in most arenas. I've lived my own life, paid my own bills, set my own schedule, done-it-myself since I was 17 years old. (I certainly had plenty of love and support, thank goodness. But I took pride in doing things myself.)
However, in the craft-sense of "DIY," I am a total bust.
Thus, I knew there would not be many DIY elements to this wedding. I mean, D is good at DIY stuff; he can draw, sew, construct stuff. I'm not artsy. I can write and act and fake my way through dancing, I can organize the heck outta anything... but fold some origami or design a some jewelry or come up with cute custom table decorations? I quote the Noptetopus:
However, in addition to D (who, let's keep in mind, isn't here), I am surrounded by DIY people. People who are helping me with things like decorations (more on the amazing MQ soon). Though I'm minimizing the DIY overall, I did decide there is one thing I should do. By myself, with my own two hands: make customized flair for my ensemble.
I wanted it to be something unique, longer lasting than corsages or boutonnieres. Something that could be worn by anyone, with multiple options for display. Something eye-catching but classy. I've been working on this off and on for the past several late nights, pre-assembling; tonight, I began assembling.
This project involves super glue.
As the Spoiler Alert post title has already revealed, I glued my fingers together.
I mean, really glued them together.
Tore the skin off my fingertips glued them together.
Still have residue on my fingers even after exfoliating, salt-scrubbing, and tearing at my own skin glued them together.
But the good news is I'm borderline optimistic that when I finish this flair, it will be pretty cool.
That's really all I can manage to type right now. My fingertips are killing me.
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
59 Days To Go: My Team = Champions
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| Why, yes. Yes. That is a mug covered in pictures of my fiance dressed as a mad scientist. |
I didn't take pictures tonight; I took notes. I took deep breaths. I did not for one moment take for granted how unbelievably fortunate I am to have friends like this in my life. Friends who don't think twice about going the extra mile for you; friends like family who see this event as a day of joy and commitment for them, too. It's nights like this that I feel shaky about leaving here. Leaving the friends that are family here.
But not living here full-time won't mean they aren't family anymore. That's not how family works. Family sticks, distance be damned.
Okay. I'm tired and quite literally about to fall asleep, and I'm babbling with my fingers now. I'm going to finish drinking my mug of Mexican Hot Chocolate out of my one-of-a-kind mug, and put myself to bed... and perhaps fall asleep to fewer stress dreams, thanks to the help of my friends. I'm confident my next update of #TheList will look healthy, and that, y'know, THE W WORD will actually happen and look pretty and it'll be because my team, in wedding planning and in life, is the best team.
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