deird1: Dawn drinking a milkshake (Dawn milkshake)
Hi, everyone! Did you miss me? *puppy eyes*

So... there's this thing I just did... may have mentioned it...

Yep. That.

post with many photos under here )
deird1: Elizabeth and Darcy getting married (pride and prejudice)
*flings confetti at the world*

nice day

Aug. 3rd, 2013 04:10 pm
deird1: Tara looking pretty (Tara pretty)
Am currently wearing a "Bride To Be" sash and a floral headdress, and feeling very silly.

For my hen's day (bachelorette party to Americans), we went to a winery and had a long, delightful lunch.

Unfortunately too cold to spend much time in the (very pretty) gardens, but we had a wonderful time.


Now I am at home, listening to the rain, and waiting for the fiance to arrive and help me construct a bed...
deird1: Faith, with text " 'sup, bitches?" (Faith bitches)
I am, in many ways, rather weird. And while I knew this already, this whole wedding thing keeps finding ways to remind me.

It's slightly surreal to find yourself locked in a two-hour argument about precisely how many minutes the speeches will go for, and exactly who is going to speak in which order, when you know perfectly well that you do not care in the slightest about the speeches. You can get very invested in astoundingly trivial things.

Like speeches.

Or nails.

How Much I Do Not Care About This Thing I Suddenly Have To Care About

I take little-to-no care of my nails, normally. This is slightly because they suck, and tend to tear off at random intervals, and slightly because nails (like "fashion", and "sports") are just not really something I'm interested in.

My sister, on the other hand, is a Nail Afficionado. She has several dozen nailcare tools at her disposal, and uses them all with great enthusiasm. As a result, she tends to have gorgeous nails.

So, since I'm getting married, my sister suggested that I try paying slightly more attention to my nails than normal (ie: any attention whatsoever), because then I would have lovely nails for my wedding, and she would be very thrilled with this. Hence, I have dutifully been using nail strengthening stuff, crystal nail files, and other weird things.

And, let me tell you, even if you don't care in the slightest about concrete, if you spend an hour a day smoothing out a section of concrete then you will come to care, passionately and deeply, about keeping that concrete smooth. The same applies to nails.

A Terrible Problem, And A Worse Solution

So, last week, my nail tore rather dramatically. And after spending several days dutifully reinforcing it with tissue and extra nail polish, it was clear extra measures were called for.

I went to the nearest nail salon. This was a bad idea.

(Sidenote: My sister interpreted my interest in nail salons as a fixed idea, and so did not bother objecting to it. I interpreted her nodding her head – rather than shrieking in dismay and dragging me away – as approval. In future, I want to install Subtext Interpreters in every location I frequent, to prevent further mishaps.)

The nail salon fixed the broken side of my nail! Yay! And utterly destroyed the other side of it! Woe!!! At which point, being overly invested in my smooth concrete lovely nails, and not a little highly strung from wedding prep, I collapsed in a wailing pile of RUINED FOREVER.

My family tried to fix this problem by pointing out wonderful solutions to make it not show up in photos - which I did not take well. Because, really, I don't care about having nice nails for photos! I don't care about nails at all! But I'd taken SUCH GOOD CARE of them, and now they were DESTROYED, and MY LIFE WAS OVER!!!

In the end, everyone shrugged and started telling me about all the things that went horribly wrong at their weddings, which made me giggle.

Yes, I Am Insane, But In A Productive Way

The thing that really made me feel better?

You're going to think I'm weird...

But anyway...

It was Buffy Summers. Specifically: the scene in which Buffy is talking about fighting vampires, and complains, "I broke a nail, okay? I'm wearing a press-on!"

Buffy fights vampires! She has no ability to keep her nails nice, because of all the vampire slayage! Woo!

Here is my new head-canon for my own totally imaginary life: I have been out fighting evil marauders for months on end, with my brilliant sword fighting skills. Which has totally destroyed my nails – so, upon my return to the castle to prepare for my upcoming wedding, the Royal Nail Fixers did the best job they could of giving me pretty nails, but were of course unable to replace the bits that had been sliced off by my opponents' swords.

Yes, I am very strange. BUT I'm a strange person who is ALSO a cool arse-kicking sword fighter, who lives in a CASTLE. I AM TOO AWESOME TO BE FAZED BY HOW MY NAILS LOOK. I FIGHT EVIL, BITCAS.

...whatever works. *shrugs*
deird1: the gaang hugging (Gaang hug)
Had my kitchen tea today.

For those non-Aussies in our audience:
A "kitchen tea" is broadly similar to a bridal shower. It involves people such as grandmothers, aunts, and female friends of the family having a party, playing light-hearted games, eating afternoon tea, and possibly giving gifts – usually of the kitchenish variety (such as measuring cups, recipes, or tea towels).

Mine was lovely.

some photos under here )

In summary? I have the loveliest bridesmaids in the universe. And I am so very tired...
deird1: Anya looking bored, with text "Please, continue. I find your problems fascinating." (Anya problems)
My taste in music is really not wedding-compatible.

The reception venue asked us to write down our favourite artists, so they could get a good idea of what we like.

And I thought...
Pink. Except her music is kinda inappropriate for weddings.
Alanis Morrisette. ...even worse.
Taylor Swift! She writes romantic stuff! ...except the songs I like from her are all the snarky breakup songs.
Miranda Lambert! ...who writes about cheating on her multiple boyfriends.
Sunny Sweeney! ...whose best song is called "Drink Myself Single".
Sara Bareilles! ...who writes snarky refusals to write love songs.
Enimen! ...
... Just... no.

First acceptable artist I came up with was Billy Joel. *shrugs*


May. 22nd, 2013 07:04 am
deird1: Mai and Zuko cuddling, with text "you're so beautiful when you hate the world" (Mai Zuko hate the world)
On Sunday, we finished printing our wedding invitations. And the fiance and I turned to each other and said, "That took much less time than we expected."

Last night, we finished addressing the invitations. And we collapsed on the couch and said, "That took so much longer than we thought it would."

*exhausted, but with completed invites*
deird1: the gaang hugging (Gaang hug)
House Hunting

So far, we've put in offers for two houses. Didn't get the first; waiting to see if we got the second.

Buying houses is this weird kind of psychological torture in which you guess random numbers until you hopefully get one right. It is like no other buying experience on Earth: it would be so much more convenient if houses came with price tags attached, or at least with the ability to bargain with the seller. I know how that works; but this? Not a clue.

The house we're currently after is an absolute wreck, but a salvageable one. It would require an awful lot of immensely difficult work – and I would so enjoy watching it turn into something better. (Also one of the reasons I like editing, so...)

Parties and So Forth

Had an engagement party last weekend, at my parents' house. We packed out the house, with heaps of people ...who I mostly remembered the names of! Go me!

My sisters organised for every person at the party to have their photo taken holding a sign or a funny prop. I would really recommmend something like this for anyone having a similar party; it was so much fun getting to see what everyone did, and now we have a guest book full of photos.

I don't think I have to send thank-yous about people giving us cards – which is good, because we have the most enormous stack of cards, matched only by the enormous number of comments on our facebook pages.

Despite saying 'no gifts', we also have a table stacked high with presents from everyone who decided to give us something anyway. Rather fun, looking at all the pretty things and figuring out how we'll use them...

Still so much to organise – but we'll get there.
deird1: Dawn raising an eyebrow, with text "srsly?" (Dawn srsly)
I'm managing to confuse the world with name-change stuff.

(For the purposes of this post, my last name will be Smith, and the fiance's last name will be Jones.)

Most people seem to think that there are two options. Either I can be stuffy and traditional and change my name to "Mrs Jones", or I can be radical and feminist and keep my name as "Ms Smith".

Occasionally, someone allows for a third option, where I am hip and modern and take the name "Mrs Smith-Jones".

I am... doing none of those. Which seems to be confusing everyone.

My plan is to change my last name from Smith to Jones. And to change my title – from Miss to Ms.

The pro-"Ms Smith" people are worried that I'm subsuming my identity into the fiance's. The pro-"Mrs Jones" people are baffled that I don't want to be a Mrs. A smaller selection of both groups are still stuck back on my current title – weirded out by the fact that I'm a thirty-year-old professional and still going by Miss instead of Ms*.

* Except on those forms which don't give me an option, but simply expect me to tick "Mr", "Mrs", or "Ms", even though my title is none of the above.

All in all, I'm apparently confusing.

I've seen a lot of internet discussions about name change recently, and in almost every discussion at least one person will say "Well, I decided not to change my last name, because I don't want to be a Mrs." No-one ever seems to point out that it doesn't have to be all or nothing.

So, why am I doing it the way I am? No grand philosophical reasons; it's just that I thought through all the possible permutations, and "Ms Jones" was the one that sounded most like me.
deird1: Rapunzel, doing a jigsaw puzzle (Rapunzel jigsaw)
So... 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 )

the big day )

the vendor rant )

the dress begins )

the house hunt )

....that's all for now. :)
deird1: Wes and Lilah in bed, with text "you called this a relationship" (Wes Lilah relationship)
So, um...


*glances at tags*

*coughs again*
deird1: Cordelia reading, with text "Angel: pretty much a girly name" (Cordelia girly name)
I am currently waiting for Nathan to wake up from a very long nap, and slightly bored. So I thought I'd take a moment to tell you all my theory of women's clothing. (And possibly men's clothing, but I'm less sure about that.)

Briefly, most clothing will emphasise three different parts of the body:
- the bust or shoulders
- the waist or hips
- the bottom or legs
It's very rare to find clothing that, for instance, emphasises both the waist and the hips. You have to pick which one you want to go with.

So, you figure out which of each pair you should emphasise, and then always pick clothes accordingly. For me, it's:
- shoulders; generally v-necks, halter tops, or other things which create diagonal lines
- waist; stuff which comes in very sharply at my waistline
- bottom; flared jeans, bustle skirts, or fishtails

And that's how it works.

Questions? Comments?

posh frocks

Mar. 2nd, 2013 01:39 pm
deird1: Tara looking pretty (Tara pretty)
There is something very fun about watching people dressing up and feeling pretty.

They look pretty, too - but to a certain extent, the looking isn't the point. The point is that they feel so pretty that they glow with pretty feelings, and end up with "I AM PRETTY!" radiating out of every pore. Which just makes them look even prettier.

And really, while there's something nice about dressing up, watching other people dress up and feel incredibly pretty is just fun.

many things

Feb. 5th, 2013 08:51 pm
deird1: a chibi of Kitty from P&P, with text "what do you keep winking at me for?" (Kitty winking)
Quiet evening at home. Hurrah! Haven't had one of those in quite a while.

TV I am watching
Recently, I have been re-watching episodes of:
- Sarah Connor Chronicles
- the Lizzie Bennet Diaries
- Once Upon A Time
- My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic
- Leverage
- Yes Minister

All of them are very awesome, but in very different ways.

...will start in about a week. In previous years, I have done many different things, including giving up chocolate, television, and unnecessary spending. The unnecessary spending worked well; the chocolate less so. It's not that I can't give up chocolate - but instead of making me focus on God, or on how little I need possessions, or on more spiritual things, it just makes me focus on how much I love chocolate. Which kind of defeats the purpose of the whole thing.

This year, I'm being a bit restrictive: I'm sticking to only fair trade tea and chocolate. Inconvenient? Focusing on other people in financial difficulty? A good discipline? Yep, yep, and yep. We'll see how it goes.

(One year, I'm so going to give up electric lighting. But that will not be this year.)

My washing
I just did it. For the first time in a month.

I can tell this, because my clothes-horse is now holding 25 pairs of undies. I didn't even realise I had 25 pairs of undies...

iPad Apps
There are so many.

Just about anything you could ever think of trying to plan - seriously, anything - will have an app already waiting, with in-built checklists ready to go. Very helpful. (Except that the app will be totally convinced that no-one could ever colonise Mars without inventing faster-than-light travel first, and will keep putting little "remember to install your FTL drives!" reminders in your to-do list, even though you have no intention of doing anything of the sort. Kind of irritating - and makes me feel like I'm terribly untrendy because I'm not fixated on conquering hyperspace and just want to get to the fun part of the Mars colonisation project*.)

* This, for the record, is the bit where we discover the ruins of the ancient Martian civilisation underground, and decipher the codes for creating wormholes using Martian technology...
deird1: Spike looking at Harmony, with text "you were meant for me; perhaps as punishment (Spike Harmony punishment)
"Dear Teddy Bear Shop,
I'm thinking about buying one of your teddy bears.
Is their stuffing synthetic, or is it made from organic materials?
Sincerely, Mez"

"Dear Ms Mezzanine,
Thank you for expressing interest in our shop.
Our opening hours can be found on our website.
If you have further questions, please email us.
Looking forward to hearing from you, T.B.S."

"Dear Gardening Gals,
I'd like to know more about your merchandise.
Could you please send me a catalogue?
Sincerely, Mez"

"Dear Ms Mezzanine,
We're glad to hear you're an avid gardener!
Join us for our family-friendly Open Day, coming soon!
See you there, G.G."

"Dear Burger Emporium,
I'm thinking of holding my 31st birthday party at your fine establishment.
Is the Birthday Fun Room available on April 1st?
Sincerely, Mez"

"Dear Ms Mezzanine,
We offer a wide range of birthday party packages, featuring our deluxe burger range.
Vegetarian and gluten-free options will be made available on request.
Please think of us for your next event, B.E."

...I'm thinking of instituting a blanket policy.

If someone won't answer my very clear and simple question when replying to my email asking that question (and only that question), I will not be doing business with them.



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