while i was out.

i turned thirty-one.

we made some progress with the print gocco.

and a (my?) makeup artist told me i have eyes like shalom harlow. i'll let you decide, readers.

me:she:or . . . is it the other way around? i'm messing with your mind!

just thinking about a do-over wedding, even before i have my for-real wedding, exhausts me to no end. if we were to marry *each other,* just hypothetically speaking, we might have a nice wedding drag hunt, and even then, someone would surely break an arm. i mean, i feel guilty that e.b. and i're asking our guests to climb a spiral staircase to see us get married. asking them to mix with thousand-pound animals would be taking it a step beyond that . . .

i'm going to try to battle my wedding exhaustion with the energy coming from the smug realization that we are not almost out of lamps for the print gocco, as we had previously thought ourselves to be. the printing can continue apace, without having to lay out $25.00 for ten glorified flash bulbs on the ebay. (yet, i guess.) why is there no pretty pretty paper source in philadelphia?

Foxy Wedding!

M.F.,
When thinking about my wedding, or when someone asks me about it, or compliments me, one of two thoughts come to mind. Either, "I wish or wore a short dress," or the more general, "I want a do-over!" And then I imagine all the neat-o, creative things I could do with at my do-over wedding. As if. I have the energy of a slug, and I hate dealing with merchants or contractors of any sort.

Well, I found a link to a wedding that makes me think "do-over". Eeeeeee! Having never actually *been hunting*, this is technically a poor idea for my do-over wedding. But, hey, an adolescence of *showing hunters* should count for something. Right? Maybe? Anyhow, the biggest obstacle (other than money, time, and appropriateness) is that I might have to get a do-over husband for this one, as I doubt DB would like to wear white breeches at his own (do-over) wedding. And I sorta like him, so...

Note that one does not wear an approved helmet for one's French hunting wedding. And I totally dig the chick who's rocking her nice blonde hairnet in many photos. I wear a nice hairnet for lessons and sometimes for hacking, so I feel where she's at.

love, Catney

oh. my. goodness.

you must read this, for fashion inspiration (via east side bride). this woman is my hero. and she makes me feel a little funny about a wedding-day accessory i just purchased.

more to come.

wow.

if we want to take this trip down memory lane, i have many caches of embarrassing paper goods. including my final exam from interplanetary high school, which contains some kind of explanation about how i'm "too tired" to answer one of the questions fully.

unsurprisingly, i think i got an A+++ on the exam.

e.b. and i have been hard at work on the endless project of de-cluttering our apartment. i'm learning, and re-learning, and re-re-learning, that not every object has value. i tossed a bunch of papers from college, law school, and liberry school (what did i think i would find in my notes? keys to the universe? it's so obv. just notes about boys . . . okay, except the library school notebooks). i shredded many pounds of sensitive papers. e.b. recycled a lot of our old electronics, courtesy of best buy. and i've been getting rid of shoes! praise me!

best buy also figured in this summer, in the form of a depressing trip to the geek squad after my laptop quit on me one evening. i like to think this explains the lack of blogging on my part, especially since i had no photos to post! a reminder to our (snicker) readers: back. it. up. people. i didn't give much thought to the flash drive and external hard drive, until i lost my hard drive, and i still had all my photos, music, and important documents intact. when i realized this, i gave myself a big ol' nerdy pat on the back. the moral of the story: be more like me.

the wedding planning (and purchasing) proceeds apace. button flowers are be-petaled (about eight of them, but still). wedding shoes are in the house. guest list is (we think) finalized.

best of all: i've left my job of 3.5+ years, described elsewhere on the web with lots of comparisons to hell. i'm not sure how much credence i'd give to those descriptions, as i was well compensated for my time there. but it does feel good to be movin' on.

happy (almost) back to school, little cat.

oh god.

M.F.,
So, I got a new desk today. It's giant, it's from Crate & Barrel, and it was the last of my (our) wedding gift certificates. The desk's arrival led to a massive reorganization of my (our) files. In a folder called "Kenyon" I found a copy of Omphalos. And in the the Omphalos was a clipping of "What We Talk About When We Talk About Doughnuts."

It appears as though I've cut out the title and the illustration. Most likely to glue onto some stationary and send to you.

I love us.

love,
me

oh, small cat.

i thought that when i was officially done liberry school, things would sloooooow down. but no.


this has been a month of family-centered hecticness, and tomorrow, we are off to boston to attend the wedding of e.b.'s adorable cousin. i'm secretly hoping that this event will help me find my lost enthusiasm for wedding planning. but then again, i'm not holding out a lot of hope.

in better (wedding-related) news: we've managed to cobble together a theme that is marginally better than "stuff we like," and it is

(wait for it)

roadside attractions/travel in general/national lampoon's vacation (and yes, i'm hoping to weave south of the border in there somewhere) [better link for anyone who needs more explanation].

also, i ordered some (potential) wedding shoes from endless. and e.b. viewed my wedding dress, and heartily approved of the choice. and i encouraged him to rock a suit, shirt without necktie, and frye boots for his nuptial attire. we're making progress on something, i'm just not sure what.

in less fun (non-wedding-related) news: eyebrow threading is extremely painful. at least for me.

Things I've Been Up To

M.F.,
Here are three things I've been up to:
1) We went to the lake! We took George, Luke, H-bomb and a friend to my parents' lake house for a lovely vacation. We did...nothing. Hamburgers were cooked, dogs were petted, couches were sat upon. We went out on the lake for a bit, though the super-sparkly fish'n'ski is a bit unreliable. It was nice. I like going out of town, though I'm not inclined to do it often.














2) I made a pie! My friend, Jennifer, has a Southern Mom. (Sing it to the tune of Southern Man.) Her mother a) offered me cherries from their tree b) had Jennifer deliver them and c) pitted them for me!!! It was my first attempt at a pastry crust, and I would say it turned out ok. Now that I know what I'm doing, I think I can do a better job next time. I used a kooky-sounding recipe from Cook's Illustrated that uses vodka. The science of it is something about how it adds moisture to the crust, but then the moisture evaporates while cooking. I came across the crust and filling recipe here.



























3) We went to Chicago, wherein we ate at Hot Doug's and saw (OMG!) George Michael (OMG!) and had a nice baby shower for Anne. George Michael was good, of course, but what it boiled down to is that Kelly, Anne, Paige and I were just as excited to see giant pictures of Linda Evangelista. In fact, if there was some sort of event entitled "Come See Giant Pictures of Linda Evangelista" we would have paid a hefty fee, I'm sure. DB, in charge of photography, did not get a picture of a picture of Linda. Too bad.

GM sweat through his blazer, though he later donned a sexy cop outfit, and did a pretty good set. Highlights included Freedom '90 and Kissing A Fool. Excellent!

George Michael can't hear you!















His adoring crowd.

Paige planned the menu for Anne's shower, Kelly planned the games, and it was a huge success...even though DB almost ruined one of the games with his assertion that babies can be named Taxi, Yellow, or Quinthony.

And, well, I don't feel like messing with the photo layout for this post, so that's all!

I love you!

-Catney