God Save the Queen and Her Wedding Dress

So the good thing about being in a [slightly/pre-/whatever] monarchist country is that it's perfectly normal and acceptable to wake up super early in the morning/night to watch the Royal Wedding. Which is what happened to me this morning when my mother came into my room at 6am, proceeded to wake me up to tell me where my tv remote was and then got into my bed to watch the ceremony begin.

Well, at least my weary self can be glad she didn't insist on watching it from the 3am beginning.

Anyways, Kate's dress made me slightly swoon. I mean, I'm not really one for long trains - they're fine for other people and do look gorgeous, but I'm more of a tea-length, classic cocktail length dress type of gal - but the top of her dress was FABULOUS. All I could think of was Grace Kelley mixed with Audrey Hepburn. And because of this, Kate Middleton has been deemed worthy in my eyes.

Eff, I love wedding dresses.

pretty much my dream dress: the wedding dress in Funny Face starring Audrey, and Fred Astaire.

mein herr

Sometimes I get a wee bit excited about things. And sometimes those things probably worry Kyleman a wee bit. Such things sometimes being finding super cute hand-printed wedding invites on Etsy, or planning a wedding in my head, or buying a wedding dress from Value Village.

Yeah, deep down I'm your typical girl.

I just....like wedding things. Is that really so bad?

Sometimes I worry that the way I crave marriage and kids already is me jumping ahead in life because I am now out of school and trying to situate myself in life. I mean, I'm kinda failing at a steady career right now, and so I turn instead to something more stable: mine and Kyleman's relationship and therefore wanting us to take the next step. Which I know is somewhat frustrating for him since he's still in school [and keeps pushing back his graduation date to do internship after internship. Not that I'm complaining. Much]. It makes me hope that if I do in fact get back into school in fall it might calm my nerves and bridal longing a bit.

I don't think the fact that I'm being treated to a bridal show next week courtesy of one of my engaged friends will really help this. But really, what girl can turn down pretty dresses? If you are a girl and say you can then you, ma'm, are a liar.

foof.

I'm horrible at blogging, I know. But here is a list called Some Things on Good Friday That Are Not Good

1. I have droopy stockings that seem to like to puddle around my knees.

2. I had to wear stockings because it is a) cold outside even though it's almost May and b) I have mottled sunburnt shins from Panama [oh, Panama, I miss you!] last week and therefore have very hairy shins because shaving causes my burns to burn.

3. I got tricked into working on a holiday. Well, maybe not tricked, but got scheduled for a holiday without realizing it was a holiday or being asked if I would like to work on a holiday. Because now I am working alone, on a holiday while the rest of my family is at home lounging and enjoying the goodness of Good Friday.

4. I have to listen to Nordic music and a narration of a Viking documentary for 6 hours.

5. I forgot to make some tea this morning.

6. No one put a marker where I should start on the bookshelf so I can't even try to show off [to myself, mind you but still] my newly found cataloguing skills.

7. I'm bored stiff.

8. It seems to be a consistent thing V.V. decides to basically book me for every single day that I haven't asked off for the Museum. This includes booking me for Easter Monday.

9. WHY does no one want me to enjoy Easter?? I don't think I've had a proper Easter off since high school [aka 5 years ago].

10. In attempts to get some outside stimulation, I had tried texting Kyleman but all he wanted to talk about was who I was voting for in the upcoming election. Stimulation = failed.


One good thing about today though is that I get turkey for dinner. Which is lovely because I love turkey and love that my mum's side of the family isn't into ham as much as I am not into ham [I am not a particular fan of ham].

M.o.H

I've been given the distinct honour of being one of my oldest and dearest friend's maid of honour. And while I am super excited and giddy over the fact, I am also scared a little stiff.

Everyone [or at least every woman] has heard the stories of the things the M.o.H is in charge of. Everyone knows that she's the one the bride goes to for help, and most importantly, she's the one who arranges the bachelorette party. I'm petrified of arranging a bachelorette party.

I am not a partier by nature [I think I've mentioned this before]; I'd rather spend my nights getting good nights sleeps without throwing up. And so the thought of organizing a themed drinking party terrifies me. Maybe if I just hire a stripper that would make them forget about the drinking. I need to talk to Lici about this.

Otherwise I am totally thrilled. Although I'm sure that since I'm going to be surrounded by wedding by the time it happened [4 months!] Kyleman is going to be having a whiny earful of "I wanna get maaaaaaaaaaarrieeeeeeeed!"

Poor bloke.

she bangs

I finally got around to getting a haircut [goodbyeeeeee $40] and am now the proud owner of bangs. Oh, how adorable I look! [I'm vain, I know]

And in other exciting news, I may be featured/interviewed/probably will only be a mention in my old campus newspaper in an article about knitting [I always get excited to talk about knitting]! I have a telephone interview scheduled for tomorrow [ooh la la] and I'm hoping if my name is mentioned, all my old chums who stuck around for one more year will read it and wonder how I managed to get back in the Ontarion after graduating. I think that prospect is almost more delightful than being interviewed itself.

Woot! Now I'm off to a Jackie Chan night with Kyleman. Just when life was getting me down, it starts looking up again.

happyness

I am once again slightly bored out of my mind while on the job. Although pretty soon I will be going to get some leather and tools and tooling said leather. How that'll work on the front desk, I'll have to see. Wait, maybe I should go back to that whole "tooling leather" thing.

One of the joys of being a) artistically gifted [a-thank you] and b) working in a museum whose main exhibit right now is Vikings is that when the co-worker who does Viking re-enactments asks you if you want to learn how to tool leather, you say yes [obviously; this also happened when he asked if I wanted to learn how to spin wool]! Essentially tooling leather is the method in which you take a piece of leather, wet'er down and then make impressions in it to create a design. Because the leather is wet, when it dries it'll hold the impression and you can get something like this:

Obviously, I am not that great. But I am working on it.



Anyways, the one I was working on Friday night while attempting to reel people in at an outreach programme at the mall [it, surprisingly, didn't work] was trying to channel Viking themes, i.e. a ship with these two weird animals biting each other's tails. The only problem was I had no pencil so I had to use pen which now shows more than the impressions, and lemonade instead of water so it looks very rustic and stained with age.

I think I might have to try again. Especially since it's snowing and so the likelihood that anyone is going to come in today is mighty slim. Ho hum.

hung up

One of my biggest problems lately are my after-work shopping sprees at V.V. . I mean, when you can get already cheap clothing [usually of a very good brand name] for half price, the little voice in your head that usually tells you you have enough shirts/sweaters/little black dresses, starts telling you "GO FOR THE PRETTY ONE!" Which usually ends up with me with a new load of laundry to do [you know, because of the new used clothes. Always wash before wear, people!].

This is what happened yesterday. Except I think karma [and my budget] tried getting a little back at me but messing with the one cute H&M black dress I got [H&M = loooove]. The general consensus of the new clothing was machine wash cold [the dress was warm so that should be ok] so la de da I toss it all in, leave a kind note for the mama to please switch over the load [dress to hang, sweater lay flat, etc. etc.] while I went to the second job. WELL when I got BACK, the dress was almost unrecognizable. From the feeling of the cloth to the bit of shrinkage....I was freaking out.

Mothers always save the day though. Told me to try stretching it a bit and hang it up properly and it should be ok. And it was! --- until I put it on today and the hanger ends made hanger end dents in the shoulders.

Obviously this dress and I have some issues to deal with together. Luckily everything else and I are doing fine and dandy. I'm now in looove with a Gap orange and white striped shirt and a deep green Banana Republic knit that makes me feel like beatnik and makes up for my lack of motivation to knit this.

You know, I never used to be a brand bitch until I could get them for under $10.