Say you were flying to attend a wedding in western PA and then, just maybe you find a welcome basket in your hotel room. What would you be most like to see sitting at the top of that basket, whether because of elation, fear, or disgust?
1. Kewpie doll dressed in crochet Steeler's uniform, a la Steeler Baby
2. Sam McCool's New Pittsburghese: How to Speak Like a Pittsburgher
3. Heinz Commemorative "Six Pack"
(thx to Jeffé for Steeler Baby link)
Being fairly on-track with the wedding planning (I think?) now the fun starts. I need to find shoes so that I can have an initial dress fitting -- for the hem length only -- in May. Here is a wide selection, each of which that I like for different reasons.
Thoughts, electronic peanut gallery?
Thank you, Ania, for alerting The Prof and I to the fact that we are marrying on "International Talk Like a Pirate Day" 2009. (And sorry that your last name was misspelled on the Save the Date envelope!) We've been grasping at straws for a theme, and now -- BAM! -- like a lightning bolt, everything is clear. Mark can swing into the ceremony on a rope, and maybe the best man can wear an eye patch. Obviously, pirates loved to drink and have raucous celebrations, so those historical facts pretty much cover for anyone who enjoys the cocktail hour a little too much. Do we think that actual pirates ever traveled as far inland as Western Pennsylvania? No matter, I can probably convince Dadorelli that we need to obtain a canon and fire it several times (for authenticity.)
According to the official TLAP site, "And that's what's fun about Talk Like a Pirate Day specifically, and talking like a pirate in general....It's powerful, yet harmless. Perhaps, dare we suggest it, the ultimate aphrodisiac. Try it!"
Anyone makes a crack about a plank and my wedding night, though, will be promptly kicked in the balls.
(Below, a few things I found on Etsy which we could work into the pirate theme)
A special, pre-St. Patty's day treat: Songs from a Mix Tape is back! Technical issues with Apple's MobileMe caused a slight interruption in service, Mark had to seek out an alternative platform.
Check it out, yo!
Well, Inter-net (and wedding guests,) save your recoils of horror -- I bought a wedding dress and, as such, won't have to walk down the aisle in my bare glory.
The whole process of finding a dress, for me, was actually more of a chore than some fun treat. The attention, the over-attentive-yet-barely-interested salespeople, the research and going to multiple stores, all made me feel uncomfortable. I hate insincerity in any form.
Of course, "the wedding industry" makes a gal feel like she should get a certain reaction to 'the one' -- cry, and spend thousands of dollars on her cupcake princess dress. For a more well worded account of the trials and tribulations I am alluding to, see Grace Bonney's (of DesignSponge) post for MSW. Actually, for realistic brides-to-be, I think all of her posts are great, for reassurance of sanity if anything.
Now, I told Mark that I'm transferring the pressure cooking onto him, and that we need to start looking for his suit. With the whole 'farmhouse shabby chic' sorta theme we want to have going on, I thought this might be good inspiration (I particularly would love to see him in the hat):
This model gives my intended a run for his milky Irish skin's money, plus the cane and leather gloves would allow him to blundgeon and/or strangle any wedding crashers without leaving pesky evidence which could interrupt our honeymoon with a police inquiry.
So really, Mark's suit is up to him, buuuut I did find some smashing ties on Etsy for the men of the wedding party (including ushers):
Ok, no one can deny that these ties are as bad ass as a Scorpion tattoo:
This one could be for Dad-orelli:
Now that I found The One, The Dress, and we decided on The Date, The Venue, and The Photographer, we're taking the (long) weekend off to go to a Valentine's Day wedding in Albany. I am pleasantly looking forward to driving our new car out, and having no expectations placed on me except to eat, drink, smooch my sweetie, and dress up a bit.
Have a lovey dovey Valentine's Day!
(And Mark, just in case you're wondering about the perfecto gift for you loving girl this year)
Bit of a hairy week in the wedding planning quicksand pit made Southwest Airline's splash page extremely tempting to me this evening:
So I indulged myself in a little "Mr. & Mrs. Auld Lang Syne" daydream...
The rings:
The preacher man and entertainment:
A toast to past, present, and future: (with the first gifts received from our registry -- thx Jessie+Zach!)
A feast via the In-n-Out Cookout Trailer:
Dancing the night away with a few near-and-dears among the real stars of the strip:
(photo via The Rocketeer)
And finally, sending all away happy with some flashy favors:
Well, a gal can dream, can't she?
The Prof and I usually buy each other "Technology" for a mutual Christmas gift. Last year, we nearly got trampled buying our flat screen television at Target.This year, we took a safer route and ordered the Murforelli Christmas prezzie from Amazon -- and the package arrived today!
Watch out world, here we come...with our HD camcorder.
Guess who finally got his engagement prezzie last night? (I took some time figuring out a truly excellent surprise for my hubs-to-be.)
It's a Deering Banjo!
Now we just need to strap a washboard on BKP Sophia, I'll grab my tambourine, and we have a band for our wedding reception. Tee hee.
and I have someone to share my combo mitten...
literally, this event is years in the making.
Now, if only the friggin' people at Dots would restock, I could finish my holiday shopping all nice, over the internet, without hurting anybody.
Know what I haven't done in a long time, Inter-net? I'll give you a hint: it's one of my favorite things on a long, cold night...
NOT THAT!
Rather, slowly drink a sniffer (s?) of fine bourbon while chain-writing Blogorelli posts! Luckily, the temperature keeps dropping and I'm just far enough behind on this little corner of the electronic world that I think this is the weekend to finally fill up the fine Polish glass decanter from the newly Mr. and Mrs. Stammen with some belly warmer, tuck in, and write write write.
Oh, and of course order The Prof some Smittens for in his holiday stocking. I've been waiting years for this moment (and another hand,) tee hee.
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