Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Then Heather at We Met In a Bar posted her take. She's worried about what could happen if her bridesmaids chose dresses that didn't quite go together. I see her point, but I think I'm a step further gone than she is on the mismatched dresses - I kind of like that they don't "go" together, and that I'd never wear the winged one. Now I'm even more interested to see what her bridesmaids wear, especially if it's a collaborative effort.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
No replacing the chairs - but covering them is allowed. Hmmm. Still, banquet chair covers seemed too fancy. Too shiny and white, or shiny and whatever. Too fancy for the rest of the barny-ness of the barn. Still, that got me thinking.
And sewing. The ribbon here is all wrong, it was just what I had at hand at the moment. Forest green would be better.
That could work, right? With matching table runners? I mean, I hope so. I have 21 of them finished already.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
So, you know about the bridesmaid dresses. How 90% of them are horrible, most are polyester, and they are more expensive than you would ever expect a polyester bag to be. Except for the really lovely silk ones which are more expensive than a car payment, and just as unlikely to be worn to a cocktail party.
Oh, I considered a few. But after an exhausting (really, exhausting) search, I decided against the whole idea. The thing is, I have three lovely bridesmaids. All very different, all very good at dressing themselves. Here are two of them during an epic shoe hunting trip:
These ladies have opinions. They have full closets. They have more than enough bridesmaids' dresses. You could say I'm taking a risk, or you could say I'm taking the easy way. I've asked them to find their own dresses and their own shoes. Within a range of colors, but it's a pretty wide range.
This isn't for everyone, I know that. But I'm not a matchy kind of girl. My pillowcases match each other, but only loosely relate to my sheets. My wine glasses are party-ready - break one, buy a better one. More than once I've debated leopard shoes with a hunter plaid jacket.
This is going to be so much more interesting for me, to look at the pictures later and see them.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
So, just like Martha says, all you have to do is slice and dice some gold paper doilies and gluestick them to the insides of some lunch bags. I chose petite bags, mostly because they were there. But larger bags would be nice for variety.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
It's such a pretty place. I know it's good because DJ's mom got all excited too. Right away she said candles, candles are the thing to do. Lots of candles.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Five years went by, and although I still thought about DJ, the context had changed. For all the reasons we hadn't stayed together, what I remembered was how good he had been to me. Somewhere along the way I decided that was the important part, and what I wanted to remember.
DJ's friends at work gave him a hard time at first for re-dating his ex, and called me Girlfriend: the Remix. So here I am, Julia Remix. I don't mind - now, all this time later, it is so much better.
For real this time.
The labeled CD fits neatly in the envelope, with the track listing behind it. The track that matches the sheet music is the title track, but I hate to waste a whole CD, so it's full of songs I think they might like.
Next I removed the backing from the sticky name tags and squared the corners with the wide ribbon and patterned paper background - they're not kidding with that Xyron adhesive, they really do mean permanent!
And, they're finished, ready to do their job!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Mmm, rafters and hardwood floors.
(all pictures from the Redfield Estate website.)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
So I went out with the fireman, and that didn't help anything. I was doing that thing where you're miserable, but trying to convince everyone else how well you are doing. If you are nineteen and reading this, here is the one piece of wisdom I have to offer: That never works.
Then I started college, and didn't date much. No one to impress, really. I went to class, went to work, went to the gym, and watched a lot of E!. Almost a full year after the hotel and the pizza, my phone rang late one night. It was DJ, sitting outside my dorm. I pulled one of those long wrap sweaters that were popular ten years ago and met him outside. He missed me. We had made a mistake. We were going to try this again.
Well. We tried, but that didn't work either, story made short.
After a few months I started dating someone else, which lasted for nearly three years. DJ started dating someone else too, and eventually his mom told me they were engaged.
Later I heard that they had gotten married, and that it was a beautiful wedding. So I guess I was wrong, then. We weren't right for each other - couldn't be, if he was married to someone else.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Assuming there's a piano available (I thought we had that set, but that's currently in question), DJ's aunts will play the piano and sing Sam Cooke's You Send Me during the eventual wedding ceremony. I bought sheet music from Music Notes a while ago, and impulsively decided that I needed something to hold it when I gave them their copies. At first I was going to buy pretty folders from Nantaka Joy - but then I changed my mind. After all, it's just paper - let's make it complicated!
I bought two pieces of textured green posterboard. I wanted the folders to be 9" x 12" when finished, with a 4" deep pocket on the inside. So I cut two shapes following the template below (so very not to scale!), scoring and folding on the dotted lines with a bonefolder.
The two 1" sections hanging off the pocket flap get folded in and glued to the inside back cover, forming, you know, a pocket.
I wrapped each front cover in a band of 1.5" wide moire ribbon (Martha Stewart, from Michaels.) I then cut rectangles of the paper I'm using to line the invitation envelopes, and placed the rectangles behind the seam in the ribbon, holding it all together with double stick tape.
Along with the sheet music, I wanted to include a CD with the song on it. I made an envelope for the CD using a template from the Paper Source, and lined it with Pool cardstock using the same template.
I then tied a length of 1/4" ribbon around the horizontal midpoint, to hold the flap closed. To attach the envelope to the folder, I ran a piece of typing paper through my Xyron using a permanent adhesive cartridge. After removing the cartridge film, I flipped it over and ran it through again - creating a large doublestick surface. I peeled the backing off one side and applied it to the back of the envelope, making sure to capture the ribbon under it.
Then I peeled off the second backing, and attached the envelope to the inside cover of the folder, over the wide ribbon band.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
I'm screenprinting our invitations, but here's one of the paths not taken: I spent a lot of time looking at letterpress.
Letterpress is gorgeous. Go on, try to deny it.
It's also expensive. (Go on, try to deny it.) I love paper, but I love other things more. Like shoes. And cake. Neither of which I could afford if I spent that kind of money on paper.
Then I found Mercurio Brothers.
For less than $500, you could have 100 invitations, RSVP cards, and matching addressed envelopes. That's the cheapest option, with 110-pound paper and a single color design for which you provide the digital files. Sure, you could hire a designer. Or you could download open-source design software (The Gimp or Inkscape), find a good font or two, and start typing.
That's not exactly cheap. I know, I know. Everything is relative. But maybe it's worth giving up a few pairs of shoes for good paper.
Monday, September 8, 2008
200 cards. All the same screen, over and over and over again.
I realize that people throw these away. I do, too. But I always appreciate a beautiful invitation (or letter, or card.) Probably I'm not the only one - but even if I am, I am having a great time.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
The thing is, DJ was right for me. I remember telling my best friend at the time (still my best friend - she has amazing fortitude) that I wished I'd met him when we were older, when I might have handled the whole thing better.
My mom wasn't doing well after she and my father divorced, and frankly neither was I. Together we were a mess. I ended up living with DJ's parents halfway through my last semester of high school. I still have no idea why they were so good to me, but I suppose that explains a few things about DJ too.
I graduated from high school. I took a year off before college, to get my finances and my head in order. That sort of worked, if you squint and look sideways. One weekend when I was visiting him at school, we had a hotel room in the student union hotel. What would you say, he said, If I asked you to marry me. I told him he would have to ask me. Actually, that is probably not what I said, but that's how I remember it. After midnight someone pulled the fire alarm and we were chased out into the crisp fall night. We bought slices of pizza, and I really thought I could do that. Spend the rest of my life walking in crisp fall air, eating pizza.
But that's not how it goes, you know. He bought a ring and really did ask me to marry him, under a gaslight called the Eternal Flame. Legend has it that if you kiss under the flame, you'll be linked as long as the flame is lit.
We didn't plan a wedding. I was still unsure about marriage in general, so I told everyone that we had lots of time. I still say that.
Eight months later, we broke up. I thought I was going to die. Both in that wonderful nineteen year old way where everything makes you think you're going to die, and in the more troubling way of knowing I'd truly lost something worth having.
I wasn't sure he meant it, the breakup. So I gave him two weeks to change his mind. I had in mind that if he did, I'd act like it never happened. (Great plan, right?) Fourteen days later, I asked if he'd changed his mind. He hadn't. So that night I went out with a fireman. That may have been unexpected.