Marie (aka Haslin, aka Lady-Az, aka Morgainelefae, aka Danger Jane) has too many online aliases to keep straight. She likes to draw and write an awful lot. Right now, she's an associate editor for the Queer Speculative fiction and poetry journal, Collective Fallout. She is in the process of applying to grad school. She has a B.A. in the Interdisciplinary Arts from Chester College of New England, in which she focused on writing short fiction, sequential art and illustration, book-making, print-making, philosophy, lit-crit, and art history, among many things. She also loves the color orange.
Kris (aka Saurou) is much better at keeping her online aliases simple. She just graduated from Chester College, with a B.A. in Creative Writing, where she focused on short fiction, nature writing, medical writing, and memoir. She's working on completing a novel-length memoir/nature/medical writing manuscript entitled "Out of Joint." Some of her favorite things include tree-hugging, dirt-worshipping, philosophy, guinea pigs, and the study of human sexuality. She likes to blog, make and sell jewelry, and keep her scatter-brain academic fiancee in line. She's also very cuddly.
Together, their powers combine to form an awesome tag-team of tattoo-loving, sex-positive feminist, literature-gobbling, magic-believery, gamer-geek, academic-minded chickadees. Which is awesome, because they're in love.
K and I wanted those cheesy "BRIDE! YAY!" t-shirts too, only we didn't want to pay a bajillion bucks for them and we didn't want them bedazzled to hell. Therefore, the obvious solution was to buy some cheap t-shirts from A.C.Moore, and I'd paint them.
So today, I broke out the fabric paint and the fabric markers and had some fun painting! I'm super proud of the results.
This one's K's:
And here's mine:
I tried to make 'em steampunky, so I figured you can't go wrong with robots and clock towers, right? :)
One of the benefits of having gone with silk flowers (besides that they're very eco-friendly, re-usable, and mucho cheaper than real ones) is that we get to play with them as far ahead of time as we want.
And we wanted to play with them yesterday. Because it is fun. So there.
Our wonderful friend (and from hence-forth, she shall be referred to as The Bitchin' Bloom Wonder Warrior), Cassie, came over and graciously offered her help to us in this matter for the small price of a few daiquiris. It was well worth it and a lot of fun, but little did we know that the stems of these fake flowers were made of wire clearly forged on the planet Krypton. And, while we didn't have any Kryptonite with which to conquor these beasts (otherwise we would have had multi-foot long stems on everything), we did have a saw.
Below, you will find, for the sake of Historic Record Keeping and also the lulz, a photo-story illustrating the Fierce Battle of the Blooms:
(Also, hey, did you notice my cool use of Poladroid? It's that neat-o thing that probably everyone and their grandmother knows about, but in case you haven't played with it yet, click the above link. It's cool. I promise.)
I found my shoes today! And what's more, they kick ass. I mean this in the way that they're totally not shoes that will only be worn once. I'll likely wear them every single day from my wedding on until they disintegrate from use because they are So. Darn. Comfy.
I'm such a hippie yuppie kid. Yeah. They're Birkenstock Clogs. And they'll be perfect and I guarantee I'll have the comfiest feet around. And now I don't have to feel cruddy for buying shoes I'll only wear once and feeling like that was a waste of money! Especially since I couldn't find a pair that both fit and matched my fabric for under $20, like K did*. And frankly, if I'm going to pay more than $20 for shoes, they'd better last me years. I'm super psyched.
*Also, in case you were wondering, here's a nifty swifty photo of K's shoes. Well, one of them anyway:
There's a lot of pressure out there, it seems, to be a Super Speshul Indie Original Politically Conscious Bride.
And I like to think I'm doing all that just fine, but sometimes we need to step back and kind of evaluate things a bit.
I've been thinking about this a lot lately, and then I came across this post over at To Each Her Own, and it made me think.
For instance, Kris and I both have strong political beliefs and a strong aversion to the diamond industry as a whole, so when we decided to buy our rings, we both set out to get Indie Super Cool Cheap Non-Diamond Unique Rings That Say We Are Very Sensible And Green.
Well. I'm here to admit, officially, in a public forum, we both walked away with diamonds. Granted, they're really more like diamond chips, so the cheap part worked out well. And we bought them from a seller (a mainstream one, yes, I'll admit it) that only sells Green diamonds. Guaranteed not to be soaked in the blood of, well, anyone. But there's still this feeling of guilt and a need to explain or defend our choice of diamonds. See? Even now, I'm explaining.
But the rings are beautiful and they make us feel beautiful and they really feel like the perfect symbols of our commitment, you know? And that's really what they are. So who cares?
Why should I feel the need to defend myself? Where is this guilt coming from?
Sometimes that Indie Super Conscious Unique Image needs to be re-evaluated to make sure you're not being unique for the sake of being edgy alone.
It's about so much more than that; it's about being true to yourself and feeling PERFECT and knowing that the beautiful you feel is about so much more than just pretty. So sometimes, traditional and cheap and expected holds something special and unexpected and priceless, and it's good to step back and be brave enough to look past the knee-jerk reaction of Wedding-Industry-Rebellion.
(And no one can stop me from making bad Futurama jokes, apparently.)
There is a reason K likes to keep me away from my blogroll full of DIY crafting blogs.
What if. JUST WHAT IF. I learned to master Sculpy (Hint: probably not). And then I'd be able to make ALL KINDS OF WILD THINGS. Like menu holders for the buffet! And the seating chart! And they could be shaped like ROBOTS!
The other night, I was sitting in the living room watching K on the deck just on the other side of the sliding glass door. She was saying something to my mom about the garden she's been working so hard on, the one she lets me help with sometimes, even though I have an awful black thumb. There are vegetable sprouts coming up now for a late harvest, and she was explaining something about it that I couldn't hear from inside.
I guess it sounds a little cheesy, but I just kept thinking, I hope this is what's in store for the rest of our lives. She was laughing, and I couldn't hear it, but I could see it in her body even though her back was turned to me. And I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.
Lately, too, we've been told on a couple of occasions how strange and funny it is to watch the two of us together, that we read each other so easily and silently; people can see whole conversations happen between us through exchanged looks alone. I guess I've never really thought about it, but once it was pointed out to me, I've been more conscious of it. And you know what? That's what I love about being in love. There's so much understanding and not really a need to constantly fill gaps of space with sound because you're just comfortable and you just understand.
K and I just got back from our Hey-We're-Getting-Married-Soon Photo Session, which was a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be.
We made funny faces. We hid behind trees and kissed in public (which is weird for us- totally not used to PDA).
Our photographer, Kevin, from NHimages, has been great so far- very comfortable to be around. He gave us good direction, but not so much that we felt like it wasn't us anymore, and he was really good about K's limitations with walking. We went to Mine Falls Park for the session, and he seemed to have just the right amount of "Do you think you can manage this walk to X distance away?" as opposed to just totally ignoring the fact that she was on a cane and assuming she can just keep up whatever, or worse, totally ignoring the fact that she can walk short distances and is capable of, in fact, setting her own pace. It was nice not to have to stop and explain things to him. He took it right in stride, very professionally.
He was also very friendly and easy to chat with, which made it easy to relax enough that the photos won't come out too stiff and nervous looking (I hope). I don't think we were too nervous. I guess we'll find out when we see the photos, which should be ready for us within the month, I think.
It was also pretty cool that he seemed reasonably psyched about the fact that our wedding is going to be fairly non-traditional. I was happy to hear that he enjoys shooting weddings that are out of the norm, because, while we won't be having mud-wrestling or rocket-launching, it certainly won't be typical, either. He even said something about how, as we described what our plans are, that this might be the kind of wedding that he could get the photos published in some kind of magazine or publication or something, which I, for one, think would be pretty kick ass. I guess we'll have to see after everything is done, but for now, I'm really happy knowing that our photographer is easy to work with and easy to get along with. And it was a nice morning, overall (After the initial "Oh shit we have to get up and get our pictures taken oh shit oh shit oh shit aaarhg pfffffft" moments were concluded. We tried to keep them brief.)