Self Obsessed/ Wedding Craftiness/ Bridal Party Photos

I made twenty-five of these frames from Garden Ridge ($2.50 each!) with different quotes in each one. They were lovely additions to the tables at the reception and made great gifts for people who were involved in the wedding day.

Our favors were fortune cookies with love fortunes inside. I used four different sayings -- my favorite one was "all you need is love." I bought the boxes and cookies online, and assembled them myself with the help of my mama! Half the boxes were purple with yellow ribbon.

I made our programs online using http://www.vistaprint.com/, and I really loved the simplicity of them. I used no capital letters whatsoever. I also ordered them in magnets and gave them away to friends and family.

My cake topper was the creation I was most impressed with, because I spent $5.00 on it.

I bought the wooden "m" at Michael's along with some purple paint and a sponge. A couple of coats later and... viola!

I didn't make this, but it was my idea. We used a signature frame instead of the traditional guest book, and I loved displaying our engagement photos (taken by a friend for free!) Also, I love how the linens matched my dress!

The gals. The ~~bitch~~ bridesmaid on your right is the one who made the video of me singing at the bachelorette party... and the one who took the engagement photos.

The guys.

The front of the building where the event took place. http://www.louisvilleglassworks.com/

Duty goofy bridal party shot.

Posing for the paparazzi.

Will I ever again look this smashing? Le sigh.

Hubs-to-be sees me walking down the aisle. LOVE.

fetal friday?

I know that I left everyone hanging yesterday. You know, when I went to pee on that stick. (That was mean of me. Not the peeing, but the leaving hanging.) Well, I think the big reveal is best expressed in letter form. Deep breath. Here goes. dear unborn baby daughter son or daughter, I take it back. I take back everything I said about not wanting kids. I was just scaredspice, and the slightest bit selfish, and maybe I had a giant fear of commitment. But, three positive test results in the last eighteen hours seem to say that you actually are in there, getting all comfy. I guess you'll probably be here in mid-December. I never thought about having a Christmas baby. (You've really put a wrench in my whole taking-maternity-leave-during-the-NCAA-tournament plan, but that's okay. At least it's basketball season. Don't tell Daddy yet, but you are going to cheer for the Indiana Hoosiers.) Speaking of Daddy, I take back all the mean things I've ever sa...

Last Call: John O'Keefe's Journey from Waterfall to Fairview (12:11:09am - 12:21:09)

I tend to bury the lead, so let me say this up front: I won't get to any of it in this post, but by 12:24:22am on January 29, 2022, John O'Keefe had arrived at 34 Fairview, gone into the house, been incapacitated, and had been dragged down the two short flights of stairs down to the basement, and up the stairs to and through the bulkhead door. Yes. All of this happened by 12:24:22am. And here's how I started my research this week to figure it out: When I decided to look at timeline, I didn't think I'd spend all my free time in an entire DAY focusing on the short time frame of 12:11am - 12:21:09. I wanted to go "back to the start" (shoutout to Coldplay!) and figure out what the time discrepancy was really all about. I started with steps: Hyde (report) 12:11:09 - 12:21:09 170 steps 326 feet Guarino (testimony) 12:11:09 – 12:21:05 170 steps 326 feet Whiffin (report) ...

a little ashamed

I've been feeling a little guilty lately. I think I'm sort of obsessed with my own blog. Seriously, I adore coming home for lunch in the middle of my workday. My plan is always to sit down and write. It's the perfect time to work. There are no distractions (other than the hungry rumble in my tummy) or reasons that I shouldn't be able to churn out a good amount of words before I head back to the world of checking account deposits and cash-in tickets. However, I find that when I come home for lunch, all I want to do is blog. My reader is full as a good girl's Christmas stocking, and then there's my own post -- just waiting to be written. Something alarmingly witty, for sure. Something that will generate the multiple comments I will hungrily read from my cell phone when I sneak out for a cigarette break at 4:00. So, I avoid the writing -- you know, of the fiction variety. I sit here, instead watching the text fill the blank screen of a New Po...

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