The Music Project was officially launched this weekend, with my handing the Magic USB key to our friend Dave, a bit of a musical encyclopedia.
Over the next few weeks, the MUSB will be a musical vagrant, passed from one friend to another, each with a simple assignment: Add great music. I've set up various folders, love songs, late night, dance, etc, etc to hopefully make it easier to sort through the musical quilt that will make its way back to me.
My goal is dual: Build a diverse play list, and ensure that key guests will be able to look forward to hearing songs they love. Also, it will be interesting to see who adds what...I look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with! :)
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
We Request The Presence Of...
After ignoring several emails from my intended insisting that we MUST write the invitations (he is right, I am the one who created the timeline, it just seemed so cliche, so something to do LATER, any day but today). Alas, at home, there is no stack of paperwork to hide behind.
It was a bumpy start, using other invitations and trying to edit them to my taste and then being entirely dissatisfied. Until I remembered a recent epiphany: It is often easier to start from scratch then build on the foundation of others. And so I just wrote. Think I pretty much nailed it. When K read the intro he asked if he could "borrow" the words for the vows. I told him fine as long as he doesn't mind my using the word plagarism in mine. :)
Ok, here's the meat of it:
Fate kept our paths parallel but uncrossed, until the day that we each stepped slightly off center, together discovering a new road with no speed limits, no stop lights…simply our hearts whispering “go.”
Your friendship and love have been an important part of our journey-- please join us, Kevin Parr and Emily Guerrero, together with our families, as we pledge to travel the road of life together…
Of course, then I started thinking of yin and yang, how our differences balance, etc, etc. Since he really IS my yin, K put the brakes on my OCD tendencies and insisted he loved the present version, saving me from hours of completely unneccessary re-writes of a document that will ultimately line recycle bins. Well, I hope. If our invites are not treasured, I hope that they are at least given new life. Hmm...maybe THAT should go on the invite. K is in bed now, nobody to keep the OCD in check, look out keyboard!
It was a bumpy start, using other invitations and trying to edit them to my taste and then being entirely dissatisfied. Until I remembered a recent epiphany: It is often easier to start from scratch then build on the foundation of others. And so I just wrote. Think I pretty much nailed it. When K read the intro he asked if he could "borrow" the words for the vows. I told him fine as long as he doesn't mind my using the word plagarism in mine. :)
Ok, here's the meat of it:
Fate kept our paths parallel but uncrossed, until the day that we each stepped slightly off center, together discovering a new road with no speed limits, no stop lights…simply our hearts whispering “go.”
Your friendship and love have been an important part of our journey-- please join us, Kevin Parr and Emily Guerrero, together with our families, as we pledge to travel the road of life together…
Of course, then I started thinking of yin and yang, how our differences balance, etc, etc. Since he really IS my yin, K put the brakes on my OCD tendencies and insisted he loved the present version, saving me from hours of completely unneccessary re-writes of a document that will ultimately line recycle bins. Well, I hope. If our invites are not treasured, I hope that they are at least given new life. Hmm...maybe THAT should go on the invite. K is in bed now, nobody to keep the OCD in check, look out keyboard!
Monday, June 7, 2010
The Shoes Confuse...or, the art of compromise
These Badgley Mischka's on http://www.shoes.com/ make me swoon, as do these Carlos "come hither" babies below. Of course, I'd topple & fall, lasting all of 15 minutes in either. Oh, but what a glorious 15 minutes they would be! While my favorite pair of shoes EVER are cute but rugged, ridicously verstalie Tevas, when it comes to dressing up, as far as shoes go, I take the "up" part seriously. How can a shoe be pretty without heels? Without effortless firming of your calf and instantly propelling you to the height of a supermodel? 
Alas, mine is a outdoor wedding. I tried searching for flats, but, um, NO. I'd rather go barefoot, or in the aforementioned Tivas. That is making a statement-- confidently stating, "I treasure comfort." Flats that try to be sexy are posers, & if the flats are ugly, well, why not make my statement & be truly in my comfort zone, bare tootsies & all?Ok, so then wedges. Surely there are some pretty wedges. The search began, and YES, there are but there is a catch. For some reason, most of them have cork, rope or wood (or faux versions of this trifecta) heels. Which is awesome. For my beach vacation, music fest, etc, etc. But when combined with gown, well, it might as well be flats.
Enter Heels Above, a plastic cover for heels that would keep the dirt off & hopefully keep me from sinking in. The search for compromise heels begins-- maybe a little chunkier 2-ish inches, nothing crazy. Found some contenders, the Steve Madden Goldwyn was the leader. Shortish heel, adorable rosettes really comfie for a heeled satin shoe, oh & on clearance. Catch-- they were black. And as much as I'm incorporating some nontraditional aspects, not sure how that works with the ivory gown. I took down the model # prepared to find it some festive color online. Only to find that the only colors are gold and silver, in leather, and for twice as much as the clearance pair I saw. Not feeling it in the leather, so back to the drawing board. Or back to the compromise board, rather.Friday, June 4, 2010
Ack! Or, Issues with the Wedding Items I'd Counted On
Long time no post...illness, funerals, fighting the bank tooth & nail on mortgage issues (THAT is its own blog!!! may be coming soon), company merging, blah, blah, blah. In short, the wedding sort of slipped to the backburner. But, with three months to go, the heat turned up and there are whiffs of smoke curling off that unwatched pot. Wait, what's that sound? Think the fire alarm just went off...time to pull wedding pans off that burner and put them front and center again.
Ok, metaphors off. In real life, the "alarm" came in the form of an email from St. Anthony's Bridal. Remember the not-for-profit I waxed poetic about? The place I was counting on for EVERY major wedding item-- table linens, dishes, chafing dishes, vases, runners?
Back up. Revel in the suspense, and the foreshadowing. Three nights in a row, I had variations of the same nightmare. Sometimes it was the day of the wedding, sometimes it was a month out, but, always, it was late in the game, go time, and...I did not have anything for the wedding. Sometimes nobody remembered to go to St. A's. Each dream, it came down to the wire and I did not have what we needed. In one version, we are hustling to buy food from McDonald's because we have no chafing dishes for our food (I HATE fast food!!). I know, I know, brides to be have bad wedding dreams. I get it. But, really, the wedding was off the radar right then. And I'm not the wedding nightmare type. Really. It felt premonition-y. Like any half-sane persion, I shook it off, chalked it up to wedding stress. Even though I wasn't stressing. Until....
...the email. From St. Anthony's. That said somebody would have my wine glasses & other items until Sept. 10. Six days after the planned pick-up date, and the day before my wedding, when everyone I love and could count on will be in Lake Anna with me. And (wait, it gets better), somebody needed all of my stuff from me on Monday, Sept. 13. Five days before they are due. As if I'm going to get everything washed and ready two days after the wedding. Oh, and as if I can make it to Bethesda on a Monday, after taking time off for MY WEDDING.
Ugh, groan, grumble. I'm sure their heart is in the right place, and they are trying to help as many brides as possible. But instead, St. Anthony's is putting in me in the position of letting myself be screwed or being the scrooge bride who argues against sharing. Which, the whole point of the place is sharing, I love that about the place. I had every intention of donating some wedding items to them (and my mom was going to write them a check) because I love the whole concept and that this place even exists. However, we have a signed contract stating specific pick-up/drop-off times, and it is unfair that they have now offered the items to these other brides. Especially the one the day before MY wedding, which was booked first. I've emailed the Sept. 10 girl and St. Anthony's....waiting for a response. They are slow on the email, I get it, but starting to panic a bit. Leaning towards forgetting the whole thing and shopping the yard sale circuit to get what I need wedding-wise. There is something to be said for being in control. In fact, it is one of my favorite things. Is it worth it to trade that control for free items and the "green-ness" of the St. A's concept? Or is control PRICELESS....???? Ok, there's an actual dollar price in this case, but maybe it is more of an investment (in my peace of mind) vs. an expense.
In closing.........ACK.
Ok, metaphors off. In real life, the "alarm" came in the form of an email from St. Anthony's Bridal. Remember the not-for-profit I waxed poetic about? The place I was counting on for EVERY major wedding item-- table linens, dishes, chafing dishes, vases, runners?
Back up. Revel in the suspense, and the foreshadowing. Three nights in a row, I had variations of the same nightmare. Sometimes it was the day of the wedding, sometimes it was a month out, but, always, it was late in the game, go time, and...I did not have anything for the wedding. Sometimes nobody remembered to go to St. A's. Each dream, it came down to the wire and I did not have what we needed. In one version, we are hustling to buy food from McDonald's because we have no chafing dishes for our food (I HATE fast food!!). I know, I know, brides to be have bad wedding dreams. I get it. But, really, the wedding was off the radar right then. And I'm not the wedding nightmare type. Really. It felt premonition-y. Like any half-sane persion, I shook it off, chalked it up to wedding stress. Even though I wasn't stressing. Until....
...the email. From St. Anthony's. That said somebody would have my wine glasses & other items until Sept. 10. Six days after the planned pick-up date, and the day before my wedding, when everyone I love and could count on will be in Lake Anna with me. And (wait, it gets better), somebody needed all of my stuff from me on Monday, Sept. 13. Five days before they are due. As if I'm going to get everything washed and ready two days after the wedding. Oh, and as if I can make it to Bethesda on a Monday, after taking time off for MY WEDDING.
Ugh, groan, grumble. I'm sure their heart is in the right place, and they are trying to help as many brides as possible. But instead, St. Anthony's is putting in me in the position of letting myself be screwed or being the scrooge bride who argues against sharing. Which, the whole point of the place is sharing, I love that about the place. I had every intention of donating some wedding items to them (and my mom was going to write them a check) because I love the whole concept and that this place even exists. However, we have a signed contract stating specific pick-up/drop-off times, and it is unfair that they have now offered the items to these other brides. Especially the one the day before MY wedding, which was booked first. I've emailed the Sept. 10 girl and St. Anthony's....waiting for a response. They are slow on the email, I get it, but starting to panic a bit. Leaning towards forgetting the whole thing and shopping the yard sale circuit to get what I need wedding-wise. There is something to be said for being in control. In fact, it is one of my favorite things. Is it worth it to trade that control for free items and the "green-ness" of the St. A's concept? Or is control PRICELESS....???? Ok, there's an actual dollar price in this case, but maybe it is more of an investment (in my peace of mind) vs. an expense.
In closing.........ACK.
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