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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-40507589800756114642012-01-03T01:58:00.000-08:002012-01-03T01:58:10.122-08:00A voice from over yonderHave you discovered pinterest yet? I have and i love it. I'm going to make these for the wedding.<br />
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I found it a couple weeks ago. I went down to Seattle with my mom to go to Davids Bridal and JCrew. Davids Bridal had some nice dresses that didn't quite fit the bill. It also had a bridal consultant from another decade who told me that my father would lift the veil from my face like a most precious gift. .... I can't even tell you how many things are wrong with that sentence for me. I'm all kinds of horrified just thinking about it. It's also seriously funny, because who says that? Thank goodness my actual consultant was very good.<br />
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Then we went to JCrew where my consultant was fantastic. She had a good head on her shoulders and emphasized the importance of how the dress made you feel without going over the top. I had gone to JCrew to see a few in particular and I tried on a bunch. When I tried on <i>the</i> dress though, i totally had the moment. I didn't think i would but I just felt different in my dress. As soon as I put it on, I felt happy and excited and feminine and delicate. It was hard to explain but I just felt like a bride. I tried on a bunch more afterwards that I also liked and spent time trying to narrow down those options before I tried <i>the</i> dress on again. As soon as I tried it on again though, I just knew it was the one. It was how it made me feel. And yes, I teared up a bit. My consultant said when she was choosing her dress she imagined herself in the dress walking towards her groom and that was how she knew if the dress felt right. Well let me tell you, imagining that in the wedding dress that is right for you is guaranteed to make you emotional. It was kind of a wonderful moment. Actually, I'm really looking forward to trying the dress on again this weekend, although I don't know how I'm going to stop myself from trying it on again and again once it's hanging in my closet. Hmmmm.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-83069400874968679452012-01-03T01:37:00.000-08:002012-01-03T01:37:32.131-08:00This happened months agoWell well well. I was reading a baby blog ( Hankandlucy.blogspot.com) and thought wow it's so cool that they're documenting all this. Then I remembered that's what I intended to do over here. So now i am back, for a little while.<br />
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There have been some changes. I finished school for the summer and today i landed a job (that is fantastic & wonderful). I start in 2 weeks.<br />
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We have also agonized over the concept of the wedding. It took us a full 4 months to figure out what kind of wedding felt right for us. We decided that we wanted an intimate wedding.We wanted our guests to be people who knew us well and loved us both. We were hoping to avoid guests who would wonder what was for dinner during the ceremony so we could spend more time with people who are a big part of our lives all year round. We wanted to celebrate just like it was any other day and skip the whole big to-do part of weddings. We wanted the people there And it was fantastic to both come to this agreement and feel right about it.<br />
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Then we told my parents. And they were cool with it. And then we told them again to double check. And again. And they were cool with it. And then when we had gotten used to the idea they decided that they weren't cool with it. I guess the whole wedding concept finally sunk in and it turns out they did have some feelings about not inviting all the extended family. Which is fair enough.<br />
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So I cried. Quite a bit. One thing I know about myself is that once I'm attached to something, whether it's a person, thing or idea, it takes me some time to let go of it. So I cried and we talked about it. My parents each called me every day for several days after they told us how they felt and I put off their calls. I wasn't ready to talk about it. I didn't want to explain myself or make them feel like they needed to explain themselves. We both had legitimate concerns. Sometimes that's how it is.<br />
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Then one day, we decided to just explore our different options and open our minds to a few new ideas for the wedding. We decided to figure out how to incorporate a larger guestlist into the wedding we wanted. I discovered that I was more attached to a laidback and intimate feeling for the wedding day rather than a small guestlist.<br />
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<i>*edit: This post has languished unfinished for months now. Since I'm trying to document this whole wedding planning process, I've decided to publish it as is. To make a long story short... We're having a small island wedding. The end.</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-80288310049713957622011-04-07T18:36:00.000-07:002011-04-07T18:37:19.295-07:00Fun picnic weddingI haven't posted one of these in a while, but here's a wedding I'd like to remember. They have more money than you can shake a stick at (why is that an expression?) But their wedding is fun and awesome. I kinda seriously want a picnic wedding, but haven't been able to strike the balance between intimate and everybody yet so I'm not too sure how it'd work. Anywho, <a href="http://greenweddingshoes.com/real-wedding-rebecca-dereks-fun-bicycle-wedding/">check this lovely wedding out</a>. You haven't seen much like it before.<br />
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Wedding planning was immensely exciting for a while. Then I hit a road block and it was immensely depressing. All the options just felt so.... wedding. Go figure. But I digress. Because today, today! Today, we decided something for good. We are having a small ceremony and then a large reception. It's what I wanted from the beginning, but when you get planning things start to seem less possible somehow and all forces funnel you into a cookie cutter wedding because it's what's easy in your price range, it's what's been done before, and it's what people expect. But today we are throwing off these wedding shackles and doing it our way. We're having a small, teeny tiny ceremony somewhere in the wilderness. I might make people hike. I might make them picnic. But that's not important because our teeny tiny ceremony is going to be ours, just as we want it, and it's going to be awesome.<br />
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That is all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-87405552823687463092011-02-24T17:12:00.000-08:002011-02-24T17:12:56.609-08:00The S wordWedding spreadsheets.<br />
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I think every bride has one. It looks scary, it sounds scary and it is scary. I have reached a plateau with mine. I have been looking for outdoor venues in and around Vancouver. A place where you have to drive through the beautiful scenery of this province to get to, that feels sacred in a natural, awe-inspiring kind of way, that has some shelter (because let's face it, June has rain), and that is not four walls and some windows. Oh, and it has to be reasonably priced.<br />
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Doesn't exist. As organized as my spreadsheet may be, it can't invent something that doesn't exist. So I have hit a wall. The more information I get about my potential venues, the more I cross off the list. I'm afraid there will be nothing left. If anyone knows some cool untapped venues in BC, let me know!<br />
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* On a happier note, my mom has finally realized that maybe planning a wedding could be fun. Her mom planned her wedding so she's never had the experience before. I think she associates wedding with rec centres and chair covers. We've got some work to do there... pretty pictures to the rescue!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-65519058657755801832011-02-02T22:46:00.000-08:002011-02-02T22:46:08.689-08:00I don't think so<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Wedding crazy of the week:<br />
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"Keep things very minimal and just add small, luxurious details that your guest will interact with on a more personal and intimate level like these personalized napkins."<br />
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By which they mean, napkins that you HAND-STITCHED with each guests name. .... WTF! I don't have an emoticon that could even begin to show you the look on my face right now.<br />
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Previously we had discussed getting married outside and not in a church. This seemed to be okay. Today though, we were talking about the wedding and I discovered some interesting things. 1) He feels that some people, although not him, will feel that a wedding anywhere other than a church is not a real wedding and 2) If the situation was different and we were in Mexico, or all of his family was going to be here, he might want to be married in a church. <br />
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I'm not too sure what to do with that information. Our wedding won't be a real wedding? It might be more meaningful for him in a Mexican church? Does that mean it won't be as meaningful to you here? I'm still processing that.<br />
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We then discussed our vows. He would like God to be included in them. I had pretty much counted on them being secular. I'm not too sure what's it's going to feel like standing up there and hearing someone talk about God to me before I make deeply important commitment. I don't want any part of those vows or my statement of commitment to the fiancee to feel inauthentic to me. Nor do I want to deny the importance of acknowledging our union in front of God to the fiancee.<br />
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I think it's going to take me a while to come to terms with this. And it's also going to be a very delicate process piecing our vows together. Any advice?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-90717658019329022282011-01-12T23:34:00.000-08:002011-01-12T23:34:55.047-08:00it's so fluffy i'm gonna die!So adorable.<br />
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How hard could it be to make one on your own I wonder?<br />
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haha. what a dumb question.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-694780124665363152011-01-11T23:28:00.000-08:002011-01-11T23:35:04.421-08:00Dreams<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">He wakes up very early. Very early.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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The thing is, he likes to fall asleep with me beside him and he's been asking for me to join him with such a sad look on his face. I would love to make him happy, but I was not blessed with the ability to roll over and just be asleep like he was. If I go to bed when I'm not tired I will stay awake for hours trying to fall asleep. Alas, he continues to ask. So we compromise. Sometimes I lie there as he falls asleep. Sometimes I do this, and type on my computer while he's off dreaming. <br />
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Yipee!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-34654718932681100312011-01-04T18:18:00.000-08:002011-01-04T18:18:51.695-08:00And they're off!We stuck our baby toes into the water of wedding planning this week. For the most part, it was alright. But i feel like we're embarking upon the amazing race of venue hunting. There are way more details involved in choosing a venue than I imagined, and i'm pretty sure we don't know the half of it yet. Plating fees, corking fees, minimums and "you're getting kicked out now" hours. One place was going to charge us $33 if we had music? And if we fancy pants wanted to dance to that music it was going to be $66?! Just, why?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-37907122498313254122010-12-26T00:26:00.000-08:002010-12-26T00:26:21.139-08:00Christmas DayI am filled with too much turkey. I have swum in oceans of wrapping paper. I have been surrounded with smiles and laughter and love. It's Christmas. I still believe in Santa. There is absolutely some kind of Christmas magic that happens on this day.<br />
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And this year, it arrived in a very special way, at the bottom of a Christmas stocking and in the eyes of the man I love. It is sparkling at me in the corner of my eye as I type. It is a symbol of our commitment to each other, and the next steps in the journey we are taking together. It fits me perfectly, as does my new role of fiance, prometida. We are engaged to be married and nothing has ever felt so natural. It's a bit like finding something you didn't know you were missing. With it, I feel more at home than I ever did without it.<br />
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Still, I find myself constantly surprised by a sparkle out of the corner of my eye, or when I glimpse it in the mirror. It's been less than 24 hours and I'm still marvelling at the change. When I see my reflection, it's a bit like looking at someone else. I wonder who that happy, grown up looking woman is, and I'm tickled to realize that it's me. <br />
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It's a wonderful day. Merry Christmas everybody.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-24329870263156858002010-12-15T13:12:00.000-08:002010-12-15T13:12:29.950-08:00christmas goodnessHave you ever wondered how it's possible to get so much satisfaction out a full cupboard? I opened my cupboards today to find them filled with christmas goodies and snacks. After feeling like mother hubbard all exam season, this is a wonderful treat. <br />
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We have been decorating for Christmas. The Christmas tree is up, which looks a little different this year but I love it so much.<br />
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I hope you're all having a wonderful Christmas season and enjoying the company of loved ones.<br />
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So, yep. Let's all cross our fingers for a bit of a thaw shall we?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-59180121094791266352010-11-11T11:13:00.000-08:002010-11-11T11:13:12.053-08:00gypsy loveHow, I wish I could pull off this kind of style. Since our trip to Hornby Island this summer, i am in love with the hippie, nature-child life. Anyways, i love this photo. What an adorable engagement pic. You can see it all <a href="http://www.ever-ours.com/2010/11/engagement-gyspy-love-in-woods.html">here</a>.<br />
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The trouble is, I don't like waiting, and I don't like not knowing how much longer I have to wait. I just want to tell people already and shout from the rooftops that WE ARE IN LOOOVE!!!*&#^!%!!!! <br />
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So today, I tried to have a conversation without having a conversation and it ended like this: <br />
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him: well, we'd kind of lose the surprise.<br />
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me: yeah, but it's happening?<br />
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him: it's happening.<br />
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And now I can wait, happily, hopefully non-crazily, until it really happens.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-37084383574493766902010-10-31T11:26:00.000-07:002010-10-31T11:27:13.394-07:00weddings i likeIt's been a while since I saw a wedding that made me pause and soak it in, then look at it all over again. But this one has a <a href="http://greenweddingshoes.com/real-wedding-krystin-evans-canadian-wedding/">sweet simple charm</a> about it. And it's in Vancouver! I've actually been to this wedding venue before. Enjoy...<br />
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I f*cking rule this week because.... I am letting my ambition run freely and I'm embracing opportunities as they come. So often, something awesome comes along and I find a bunch of reasons why it wouldn't be possible and just let the idea drift away. I've been satisfying myself with the status quo for so long and not even looking for opportunities to be happy and have what I want. Well no more! I am taking this life for all it's got to offer.<br />
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So I f*cking rule because....<br />
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I am starting my own business. Yep, I am. It's just a little baby business at the moment but I'm taking the steps towards a child size business, and eventually a full grown business. I am starting a wedding photography business. Because you know what? I take good photos, and I like it. And I know I have more to offer brides than just the generic smiling and jumping photos that get passed around as wedding photography in this town. So yep, slowly but surely I am doing this thing. It would have been so easy to tell myself that it's a stupid idea, or i'm not good enough, or i don't know enough, or it just wouldn't work. But I didn't and that pretty f*cking awesome.<br />
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I f*cking rule because I am kicking ass in my Masters degree. Yep, sometimes it kicks my ass too but this week I have been proactive, taking control and gettin 'er done.<br />
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I f*cking rule because I am kicking ass with the boyfriend. I have managed this week to eke out more time to just hang around with him and honour our relationship. On Wednesday we spent three hours lying in bed and talking. After last week's madness we really needed that time and space and I'm f*cking proud to say that I was smart enough to realize that, and actually make the time to do it. It was lovely, restful, and just what we needed.<br />
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I f*cking rule because I am taking opportunities to grow and be more. I found a job posting for a really awesome part-time job that would bring in some much needed moolah this year while I'm in school until the contract expires in March. And it would be great for my career. The time commitment is a little high, but i'm not letting that stop me. I plan to apply and if I get an interview, I plan to sell them on the fact that they need to hire me because I will save them money by doing the job more efficiently than someone else, in less time, and I'll do it better! A little ballsy, but I like it.<br />
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One last thing, I finally invested in the stock market. I'd had money sitting in an online investing account just waiting for me to put it somewhere, anywhere, for months. I finally figured out how to buy stocks and I pressed the d*mn button!<br />
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No more telling myself that I can't, or sabotaging myself by not working hard for what I want. No more playing by the rules. I will not take what I am given, I will go for what I want! I will have my cake and eat it too! I will drink every last drop that this beautiful, wonderful life has to offer!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-11169235487889609952010-10-22T09:47:00.000-07:002010-10-22T09:47:55.432-07:00CharityYou guys remember the <a href="http://your-heart-and-mine.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-there.html">typewriter story</a>? Well after that I kind of decided I didn't need a typewriter anyway, and where the heck would i even put it? But I did tell my mother about the experience. And she told some friends of hers about it. And I guess they were pretty eager to get rid of their old typewriter, because the next time I spoke to my mom she said there was a typewriter waiting for me in the garage. <br />
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Really the last thing I needed was an old typewriter to deal with but apparently I had inherited this one and there was no undoing it. My parents brought it to thanksgiving and left it out on the porch in an old yellowed cover that greeted us when we arrived. A round of jokes were told throughout the night at our expense and we were warned not to try and leave it behind. So we lugged the extremely heavy thing home with us at the end of the night.<br />
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At home we got a better look at it. I sat it on our bedroom dresser.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and I'm kind of in love with it.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-57740541846516792492010-10-07T00:03:00.000-07:002010-10-07T00:03:25.709-07:00whooffhi! yes, i'm still alive! but not for much longer if grad school has anything to say about it. My program is great but i have not worked this much.... ever. I'm not sure how hard I thought it'd be exactly. I guess I thought that the difficult weeks would come and go like they did in my undergrad. Instead after a week or two of luring us in and making us feel all warm and fuzzy they've gradually begun to bury us under papers and books and presentations and extra presentation this very afternoon that you must attend. So, I'm good but feeling the need to catch my breath. We have a week off coming up- reading week- and I plan to work just as hard through that week so I don't die in the following weeks.<br />
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One thing is leading me forward.... Turkey! Canadian Thanksgiving is just around the corner, woohoo!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904627551253674051.post-14831095571030890232010-10-01T11:38:00.000-07:002010-10-01T11:38:58.919-07:00a stunnerThis <a href="http://simplybloomphotography.com/blog/?p=4636">one</a> needs to be savoured.<br />
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I'm pretty sure that attacking my to-do list has been more about trying to get the house in order before i melt away into graduate school. But this whole cooking thing is throwing me for a bit of a loop. I've never been much of a cook so I'm finding it hard to explain this latest urge to actually follow recipes and make .... real food. The other day i made chicken cordon bleu. Just, what? and it was easy! and it was good! i can't explain it. My mother was not much of a cook. She focused more on the healthiness of the food, rather than the pleasure taken from cooking or eating it. So the succession of tasty dinner plates has been a bit baffling. Today i think i finally put my finger on it though. I think that since i am now a student and not bringing home a paycheck, i've been unconsciously stepping up my game on the housework side of things. You know, to make sure i'm contributing equally (even though i have a nice little scholarship which definitely contributes, although a bit less than usual). Part of me thinks that's so very unprogressive of me. And the other part of me thinks, forget stereotypes, it's kind of cool and i might just embrace it... at least i'll learn how to cook.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0