Back to Blonde

With 6 days to go, we both decided to go back to Blonde. 

'nuff said.

Yours in matrimonial excitement

Cupcake

flower girl dress stress

So, every night for weeks we've been doing something or other and we are pooped! On Wednesday while visiting a friend, she draped us in blankets and gave us little nap time. I am not generally a napper, but yes please.

Taking this into account, the logical thing do on a Friday after a very full week and workday was to drive across the GTA in cottage rush hour traffic to shop at "Adorable Kids" for flower girl dresses at a store that closes at 6 pm. It was not like a nap. It was like a war. It was not adorable.

By the end of the day, we had two beautiful flower girl dresses. Unfortunately during a particularly heated part of the drive the engagement rings were tossed off and the wedding cancelled.

But that was a argument and we take it all in stride! We are taking a page out of the book of our plucky flower girls.

Don't they look happy in their new dresses?

Yours in sleep

Cupcake

Polygamy

Turns out you can just be married to one person at a time, and the government wants to be sure of that. Much to our surprise, it turns out that the government authorities require some proof of our respective divorces. Turns out they say they need it for their "records".

I asked my dear friend TS to help out and try to get my documents from the courthouse - his office does this sort of thing. He replied back that although they had tried - since my divorce was almost 20 years ago, they didn't have that sort of thing on file, in fact, they had no record of my existence. I found that insulting of the courts.

And that response made me hightail it to ratland - aka the garage - to find a box that might have copies of something like this. Twinkie assured me that she knew the box it might be in - she had captured it in her memory bank from our marathon garage cleaning session. Turns out she was right and VOILA I have a photocopy of my Divorce Judgment complete with Court File number. Of course this isn't sufficient - we have to get the court to certify it! And who knows how long that will take.

However, despite my arctic blondness, they will now be convinced that my divorce exists. How comforting.

Since our plan at the big shindig is to have all in the wedding party, kids and all, sign the marriage license, finding the divorce stuff is comforting.

Twinkie is still looking for hers - but since she was married in this century, it shouldn't be hard for her.

And the clock ticks on - for one reason or another we've been out every night for weeks. A dear friend last night told us that it might be an idea to rest up and stay home a bit so that we can have time and space to be excited about the big day.

True words.

Yours in non-polygamy and pre-wedding bliss and exhaustion

Cupcake

21 Days to go - 3 weeks - a little less than a month ...???!!!!!!!!@@@@@

As we sit here meditating and drinking green tea ...

No, that is not the truth. The truth is we are watching Law and Order and putting our feet up. My coffee is brewing and Twinkie is having a tea. Three weeks to go. THREE WEEKS!!!!

How on earth did that happen?

We had high hopes of acing this wedding thing, being super-organized, having things roll together like a well -oiled machine. So ... today, we woke up, went to a dress fitting, ran into our neighbour, went to Square One, picked up Creampuff's dress, shopped for TwinkieNiece dresses, got back in the car, drove to The Bay and finished adding things to the registry.

Registries are weird. Well - if you are the one making it, it is weird. I like nothing better than the intimate act of settng a budget and then finding the right combination of egg slicer, asparagus cooker, fondue cooker and shrimp deveiner that adds up to the right number. Brilliant. But being on the other side is weird.

At first, we didn't think we'd have a registry. But then - people kept asking, and then started frantically asking for us to hurry up and get it together and get registered. So we got registered. And then just put the whole registry thing aside. When we finally gathered up the courage, we set a date and went to The Bay, got a scanner and started to scan things for the registry. Weird.

That is what you do - you go in, get the scanner and scan the things you want. Should be fun. Well, the first time it wasn't. It was too weird. So we went back home, put it aside and waited for another right time.

Three weeks later, also known as today, we went to the best Bay ever, the downtown Bay. We marched up to the 5th Floor, and asked for the scanner. And then we mustered up our bravery and spent the next two hours walking around the downtown Bay picking things out, talking about them, sitting in weird chairs and making up table settings of display china. And then something even weirder happened, we started to have fun.

At the end of the day, when we returned the scanner, the Gift Registry woman said we should have had a consultation, and plunked us down to give it to us. We learned so many appropriate bridal things from a woman using the dirtiest long nails I have ever seen to point at pretty pretty things on glossy paper. They even gave me a frosty bottle of cold water!

With sore feet and a full registry we returned home. The registry is done - pretty weird process - but the things we chose are things we would love to have, and we hope that people who want to use the registry are the people who will choose to use it.

Yours in CHORES and love and registry mania,

Cupcake

Fantasy Farm Renovates!

So ...
Twinkie and I had a difference of opinion on the stained glass at Fantasy Farm. We both thought it was really neat - Cinderella, maybe some dwarves, maybe some carriages, possibly pumpkins - whimsical motifs in primary colours. Basically what the walls of our apartment looked like when Creampuff was teaching me how not to be a grown up. So - neat,quirky, funny, whimsical. Not a bad thing.


But here is the thing. Firstly - they told us it might be renovated - and that for me was a big plus. Secondly - I am 18 years older than Twinkie. She just turned 30 and we are planning my 50th. An age gap, to be sure. So when you take that age gap and put the marriage party in a room decorated like a child's bedroom ... well ... let us just say that when we found out that the stained glass was gone, I was elated. I loved the quirkiness, but I love the dark wood floors better.

Twinkie is not so happy and I respect that. She is grieving the whimsical quirkiness and I respect that.

So I do my happy dance quietly and in the dark - that is, when we are not PANICKING!!!! 23 days to go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yours in "oh my goodness this sure snuck up on us" and love,

Cupcake