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deird1So... you might have noticed, from my previous post, that I'm engaged. :)
Yay. :)
Because of the levels of secrecy that have been in place for the last couple of months, I haven't been able to make many posts about my life and all its engagementiness. So... here is one big bumper post in which I shall talk about many things.
The Juicy Details
We got engaged on the 16th of January – right before the fiance left for Detroit. Because he was going to be away, we decided not to tell the world until he got back. Hence, I have been strangely silent – and when not being silent, have made some weirdly obscure posts.
But, for the record: I am engaged. I have a shiny ring. And I have an awful lot of stuff to get done.
The Big Day
We will be getting married on the 10th of August.
Yes, August this year.
(No, I am not pregnant.)
Yes, I really do mean the August that is four months away.
If any of you happen to be in Glen Waverley around then, feel free to come and stickybeak.
The Vendor Rant
Wedding vendors are weird, y'all!
My experiences have ranged from the lady who heard that I don't like "marshmallow" dresses, promptly formed an image of the kind of dress I clearly liked, and refused to let my bridesmaids show me any dresses that didn't fit her ideas... to the florist who looked at my sample (fake flower) bouquet, informed me that I had no taste, told me she'd copy my fake-flower bouquet in real flowers by mostly still using fake flowers, and then shoved my flowers back at me and ignored me until I left her shop.
There were the venues who refused to say if they had any dates free until I'd filled out a three-page form detailing my food and music preferences. The dress shop who refused to let me wander around their COMPLETELY EMPTY shop without an appointment. The other dress shop who, when I rang up to book an appointment, told me they were busy and that I should book an appointment, and didn't register that I was actually trying to book one. The people who tried to convince me to buy lots of blue satin so that they could make all the groomsmen's ties to order. And EVERY VENDOR EVER who reacted to my August wedding date with gasps of horror and the stern advice that I should not leave their shop that day without planning the entire wedding and giving them all my money, because there was no time, dearie!
...and I still haven't actually planned all that much. There must be many crazy vendors still to come.
The Dress Begins
There is a weird cognitive dissonance involved in trying on the most perfectly fitting, suited-to-your-figure dress that you've ever seen... when said dress is made from, basically, sacking material.
It's fairly sensible, as a dress-making strategy: make a cheap version of the final dress, so that you can figure out all the mistakes you're going to make without ruining expensive satin. In practice, it involves a dress that, really, fits me beautifully. And looks weirdly wrong in all its cheap-and-nasty-ness.
The House Hunt
There are far too many people in this world who think that the best way to sell their house is to paint every wall pastel green.
And at least one very strange person who got a pretty, classic sort of house, and put NEON BLUE carpet all over the floors.
I do not understand them.
....that's all for now. :)
Yay. :)
Because of the levels of secrecy that have been in place for the last couple of months, I haven't been able to make many posts about my life and all its engagementiness. So... here is one big bumper post in which I shall talk about many things.
The Juicy Details
We got engaged on the 16th of January – right before the fiance left for Detroit. Because he was going to be away, we decided not to tell the world until he got back. Hence, I have been strangely silent – and when not being silent, have made some weirdly obscure posts.
But, for the record: I am engaged. I have a shiny ring. And I have an awful lot of stuff to get done.
The Big Day
We will be getting married on the 10th of August.
Yes, August this year.
(No, I am not pregnant.)
Yes, I really do mean the August that is four months away.
If any of you happen to be in Glen Waverley around then, feel free to come and stickybeak.
The Vendor Rant
Wedding vendors are weird, y'all!
My experiences have ranged from the lady who heard that I don't like "marshmallow" dresses, promptly formed an image of the kind of dress I clearly liked, and refused to let my bridesmaids show me any dresses that didn't fit her ideas... to the florist who looked at my sample (fake flower) bouquet, informed me that I had no taste, told me she'd copy my fake-flower bouquet in real flowers by mostly still using fake flowers, and then shoved my flowers back at me and ignored me until I left her shop.
There were the venues who refused to say if they had any dates free until I'd filled out a three-page form detailing my food and music preferences. The dress shop who refused to let me wander around their COMPLETELY EMPTY shop without an appointment. The other dress shop who, when I rang up to book an appointment, told me they were busy and that I should book an appointment, and didn't register that I was actually trying to book one. The people who tried to convince me to buy lots of blue satin so that they could make all the groomsmen's ties to order. And EVERY VENDOR EVER who reacted to my August wedding date with gasps of horror and the stern advice that I should not leave their shop that day without planning the entire wedding and giving them all my money, because there was no time, dearie!
...and I still haven't actually planned all that much. There must be many crazy vendors still to come.
The Dress Begins
There is a weird cognitive dissonance involved in trying on the most perfectly fitting, suited-to-your-figure dress that you've ever seen... when said dress is made from, basically, sacking material.
It's fairly sensible, as a dress-making strategy: make a cheap version of the final dress, so that you can figure out all the mistakes you're going to make without ruining expensive satin. In practice, it involves a dress that, really, fits me beautifully. And looks weirdly wrong in all its cheap-and-nasty-ness.
The House Hunt
There are far too many people in this world who think that the best way to sell their house is to paint every wall pastel green.
And at least one very strange person who got a pretty, classic sort of house, and put NEON BLUE carpet all over the floors.
I do not understand them.
....that's all for now. :)
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Date: 2013-04-15 10:37 pm (UTC)!!!!!
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