Oh to Have Had a Camera!
Today I went to the post office to send out a package. And there I saw the most fascinating/repellent/eyecatching...woman?
I think it was a woman.
I should pause at this point and mention that I was highly impressed with the others in the interminably long line at the post office who were not giggling and pointing, as one might expect based on the description I'm about to give you. There were just a few of us who made eye contact and sort of nodded. The man behind the counter who served her? didn't even bat an eye. In fact, he looked pretty bored. Which I found rather amazing since this is Irvine and not West Hollywood.
Translation for out-of-towners: Irvine = rich, stuffy people. Martha Stewart-wannabes. Land of the SUV. West Hollywood = far more entertaining and colorful specimens of humanity. Flamboyant personalities and over-the-top clothes (in a great way).
Back to the story. So there she? was. Long, flowy black hair. Short shorts. White tights. White pleather boots that went almost up to the cuffs of the shorts. A billowy white shirt (a Seinfeld puffy shirt, if you will). A very large hat. I should also mention that the boots a) were easily 3" platforms and b) had a higher heel than I've ever seen anyone wear outside of a movie. They must have been 7 or 8" stilettos.
Then she? turned around. OH. MY. GOODNESS.
I believe she? was Japanese, but it was hard to tell under all that makeup. You know how geisha would wear white face powder and makeup, emphasizing their gorgeous porcelain skin? Well, she? had evidently mistaken a large bottle of whiteout or a can of white paint for foundation. Pure white, streaky face covering. And around one eye, a perfect circle of turquoise eye shadow. Sadly, I couldn't see the other eye because of the ginormous hat.
Wow, there are some days that it's a crime not to have been carrying a camera.
You envy me, don't you?
How Much Are You Worth in Mashed Potatoes?
Background: When first making out our wedding guest list, The Boy and I wrote down the names of far too many people. To help us pare down the list my Dad, mom, The Boy and I sat in my parents' living room and enjoyed the following exercise.
One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
Yay! I did a code thing all by myself here. I resized the little virtual pet dealybopper (yes, that's the technical word) in the sidebar and everything! That is my step forward.
Here are the steps back: I don't expect everyone to have the same level of technical savvy as me (God help you if you do), but I do know some stuff from working in high tech Marketing for 8 years. And I'm surrounded by a staggering # of people who Just.Don't.Get.It.
"What is the difference between a text email and an html email?" (uh, alot?) "How come when I get the html, there are no pictures?" (They were stripped out by the server. Right click to download them.). "Maybe we should send our messages without images (Er, no)." "I didn't get a document with any changes on it. What's that? Attached PDF? What? No, I didn't get one....OH! I did. I didn't notice that. What should I do with it?" And so on ad nauseum, ad inifinitum, ad crazium.
I realize that I'm younger than many of the people that I work with, and that many of these newfangled 'computer' things haven't been around all that long, but c'mon! This is the technology age. Pay attention!
It's a [Flower] Girl!
So, more and more wedding items on the check-off list are becoming realities, so I guess this shindig is really happening, huh?
At this point, I want to don my lovely, lovely dress and go to London. Notice how I'm missing so many steps in the middle? That's because that is where all the details lie. Details that still need doing. Itineraries, ceremony and reception music lists, ushers, etc.
Anyway, so here is one of our flower girls, Katlyne (The Boy's niece) trying on her dress. And shoes. And hair thing. And the bow around her waist that both flower girls and both junior bridesmaids will be wearing.