tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14859097667758269242012-02-17T01:11:50.015Zinspiration of the weddings kindsuzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.comBlogger1191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-69240069387601744162012-01-20T21:28:00.004Z2012-01-20T21:39:31.891ZFor the few lovely ladies who I know are still followers of this little blog, I just wanted to drop in and advise that I am still here, and that more than that, I am now a successfully wedded woman.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvf6PPLivT4/TxndEAtGwJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/E2LOmqsotqc/s1600/suzierichm099.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvf6PPLivT4/TxndEAtGwJI/AAAAAAAAAOw/E2LOmqsotqc/s200/suzierichm099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699829864392474770" border="0" /></a><br />Things got a little hairy for a while (demanding job, doing up a whole house, planning a wedding in 7 months..) and I just retreated from sharing it for fear that putting it all in writing would somehow magnify everything. If I admit to it, I can't hide from it. So, I hid, and things got done by sheer dumb luck and hard work from both of us, and we were wedded. And it was Wonderful. And they we went to Norway! And that was also Wonderful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFfkd-tGa9g/TxnejPy1DAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ICuv_L_uzdI/s1600/P1050601_edit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BFfkd-tGa9g/TxnejPy1DAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ICuv_L_uzdI/s200/P1050601_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699831500530584578" border="0" /></a><br />So.. thanks for sticking around :) I really don't know what will happen to this little corner now, whether I will perhaps put up bits and bobs from the day.. we shall have to see. It's been wonderful, anyhow. <br /><br />Thanking you muchly x<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6924006938760174416?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-82759774293341731082011-03-28T23:07:00.001+01:002011-03-28T23:07:05.626+01:00This wedding is a strange beast. On one hand, we (I especially) decided on a short-lead engagement specifically to avoid spending too much time on it. I love weddings (had you noticed?) and I was afraid of myself; afraid of becoming someone who lives and breathes Wedding and who loses perspective because of it. I was afraid that the longer I had to plan, the more embroiled in the details I would become.<br /><br />Yet, I now admit that I may have been wrong in my approach. Lately I have been feeling ..disconnected from the day. <br /><br />I enjoyed not having the freedom to make any decision I wanted- having only one date available at our venue, for example, was a simple and refreshingly easy decision. I could pick between two options: yes or no. But now I am wondering if maybe part of my way of connecting to things, be they events, objects or choices, is through deliberation. I have always mulled my decisions over - I am the person who reads all the reviews, examines all the alternatives, before making a choice. I am she, who spent 9 months deliberating over buying an iPhone. I am she, who has plowed through 6 different honeymoon options before settling (I hope). <br /><br />So now I have this wedding, this amazing wedding, that doesn't feel Mine. I haven't connected with any of the choices we have made yet. Normally this process of connection would be gained through whittling down options until at last arriving at a choice you know you have Made Well, but when that option, the only one you know how to do, has gone, what do you do?<br /><br />I an going to have to get to know it. Back to front, I am going to have to approach each choice and re-learn it, befriend it. We made them for good, valid reasons, so these are good, valid choices. Piece by piece, I need to reclaim them. I need to tame this strange wedding beast of ours.<br /><br />And maybe even befriend it.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8275977429334173108?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-60916297503016995832011-03-28T20:18:00.005+01:002011-03-28T21:06:09.601+01:00That is what Rich and I call little escapades; trips down mysterious side streets, a stroll up the river side, a casual perusal of beautiful shop delicacies. It makes me laugh, and it is also MUCH fun to say. Shall we go for a wanderpanda through the places we are considering for honeymoon spots?<br /><br />(I say we, but really it is me dilly-dallying between them, going back and forth, and generally changing my mind the moment I feel I've settled on a locale):<br /><br />1) <a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/">My first love, Disneyworld</a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRj_ebDdGcx81D-bv6_kO5EKQD4VePje291NsSPifgBgVFKwcKS"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 246px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRj_ebDdGcx81D-bv6_kO5EKQD4VePje291NsSPifgBgVFKwcKS" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.fl-villa.co.uk/section308048_102416.html">here</a></span><br /></div><br />I am a child at heart, and who <span style="font-style: italic;">wouldn't </span>want to go there? Oh, except that it's really hot, and Rich doesn't do heat. And not beautiful. But I so desperately want to go!<br /><br />2) We briefly considered Las Vegas<br />And by briefly considered, I mean I had looked up hotel prices and transfers and the location of those giant fountains. But then I realised that all the other cool stuff we wanted to do (Hoover Dam, National Parks) is friggin <span style="font-style: italic;">miles </span>away and also it is in a desert and what happens if your car breaks down in a desert bad things you probably shrivel up and die let's not go there anymore.<br /><br />4) Canada: Vancouver - Banff - Calgary<br />Oh me oh my have you seen a photo of Moraine Lake?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://emails.wexas.com/images/tmgimages/hotels/113%20-%20Moraine%20Lake%20Lodge.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 157px;" src="http://emails.wexas.com/images/tmgimages/hotels/113%20-%20Moraine%20Lake%20Lodge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.wexas.com/Canada/holidays/">here</a></span><br /></div><br />It is truth and beauty. Imagine the joy of having a piece of toast on that deck. I would still very much like to go here, only Rich has already been once, and also the Moraine Lake Lodge closes by 1st October so we would have to rush to get to stay there. And everywhere is small towns, so besides staring open-mouthed at the stunning scenery there wouldn't actually be much to <span style="font-style: italic;">do.</span><br /><br />3) The Alps<br />Mountains, Gandalf, Mountains! Except, Beloved Sister went there for her honeymoon. And also it is geographically fairly close, so I feel we would be missing an opportunity to travel further afield with this much time off. Also, I've been (once, but I've been). Oh, and I can speak a grand total of none of the about 5 languages they speak in the various parts.<br /><br />4) Canada, again<br />Screw Vancouver, I say. We could fly to Calgary, and get the glass-domed train up to the awesome Rocky Mountaineous parts, and.. and.... it's all really expensive. And all the previous issues still stand. Drat.<br /><br />5) The Alps, again?<br /><br />6) Ooh, Norway!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.practicalboating.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/norway-fjords.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.practicalboating.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/norway-fjords.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.practicalboating.com/howtoguides/sailing-norway/">here</a></span><br /></div><br />Fjords! This incorporates nothing good about any of the other places! We cannot speak the language! Rich has been to Scandanevia! It is expensive!<br /><br />7) ...Disneyworld?<br /><br />8) My latest, genius move: ALASKA<br />Okay, you guys, I think this is the one. We are natively in the language (nearly).<br />There are Fjords.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/data/media/7/kenai-fjords-airplane_233.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 236px;" src="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/data/media/7/kenai-fjords-airplane_233.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/kenai-fjords-airplane-233-pictures.htm">here</a></span><br /></div><br />Mountains!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.worldtourismplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/The-beauty-of-Mount-McKinley-in-Denali-National-Park.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.worldtourismplace.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/The-beauty-of-Mount-McKinley-in-Denali-National-Park.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.worldtourismplace.com/denali-national-park-tours-in-alaska-usa/">here</a></span><br /></div>And a city, with Stuff To Do<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.visitusa.com/alaska/images/anchoragepic.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.visitusa.com/alaska/images/anchoragepic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.visitusa.com/alaska/">here</a></span><br /></div><br />I think this is The One.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6091629750301699583?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-80133313657330648952011-03-25T21:53:00.003Z2011-03-25T22:12:03.628ZWhen I was just a little person, maybe 12 or 13, I bought the first item of clothing I really loved: a bright pink cardigan. This was before they had come back into fashion in the UK, and I rocked that pink cardigan SO HARD, even though they were definitely not trendy. It became my kind of signature outfit piece and I kind of adored it.<br /><br />I maybe <span style="font-style: italic;">kind of</span> still own it 10 years later, except Rich refuses to let me wear it since it is now all mis-shapen and old. However, no matter because at last count there were no less than TWENTY cardigans in my wardrobe.<br /><br />Seriously, I own more than twenty cardigans. Even I can admit that that is kind of ridiculous.<br /><br />But I want another one.<br /><br />A <span style="font-style: italic;">wedding</span> one.<br /><br />Because of pictures like these:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://realwedding.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/12-yellow-cardigan-wedding-dress.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://realwedding.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/12-yellow-cardigan-wedding-dress.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 374px;" src="http://realwedding.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/12-yellow-cardigan-wedding-dress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://realwedding.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/12-yellow-cardigan-wedding-dress.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.bow-occasions.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/wedding-dress-cardigan-005.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.bow-occasions.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/wedding-dress-cardigan-005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.bow-occasions.co.uk/blog/fashion-and-accessories/bow-occasions-loves-brides-in-cardigans-2/">here</a><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And also because I just <span style="font-style: italic;">super adore</span> cardigans. They make me feel like Me. I know I will feel beautiful in my dress, because it is beautiful, but once it gets dark on that cold September evening I know I will put on my happy colourful glorious cardigan, and feel truly at home.<br /><br />So, what shall I buy?<br /><br />I had hoped to be able to find one out and about - some kind of lovely, cashmere-y type item that Rich and I could choose together (- since he couldn't help me pick my dress and I MISSED him when I couldn't have his input, this will help soothe that :) ). If all fails, I will always have my trusty H&amp;M (oh, H&amp;M. How many days I leave the house wearing items entirely sourced from your delightful walls is embarassing), however I had hoped for one that would be more.. special, I guess? Since this is the only time I will be willing to spend over £40.00 on a cardigan, it seems a shame to get one for £12.99, no?<br /><br />But I have no idea where to look. I've tried googling 'cashmere cardigans uk' but shockingly that hasn't exactly produced any great goods of wonderment. Neither has etsy, but of course that's probably because I'm not looking in the right places (there is always a nook somewhere in etsy housing something exquisite that is exactly what you were trying to find).<br /><br />So does anyone know of such a nook as this? Somewhere you've bought something a bit snuggly and a bit snazzy that might be worth a look-see? I am struggling.<br /><br />Much thankfulness in advance for any and all suggestions :)<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8013331365733064895?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-63107846579487920722011-03-21T10:10:00.010Z2011-03-21T13:51:57.466ZLast weekend, I did it.<br /><br />I nonchalantly went into a dress shop, and bought the first dress I put on.<br /><br /><br /><br />Haha, I kid, I kid. I did actually buy the first one I put on, but BOY were there some fun hoo-hahs along the way. Nonchalant is not my style.<br /><br />So my first error was not knowing what I wanted in the first place. This was the first dress shopping trip I had ever been on (for myself), so I had a vague idea what I didn't like (<span style="font-style: italic;">not too many Things on it, no beading, no crystals, not The Usual if I could help it..</span>) but turns out there is a whole world of dresses that fit that category, and dress shop assistants don't respond too well to Um Well I'm Really Not Sure What I Want So I Have No Idea How To Choose Between These.<br /><br />Also, dress shop assistants don't respond well to their worlds being subverted in any way either.<br /><br />"You don't want to be the centre of attention?"<br /><br />"You don't want to feel like a Princess??"<br /><br />"You DON'T want a tiara???"<br /><br />"You want to WEAR A CARDIGAN WITH YOUR DRESS??"<br /><br />Minds. Blown.<br /><br />All of the above are true for me, which makes it difficult for them to use their usual sales lines, unfortunately. One poor lady was literally speechless after I told her that the reason I was unsure about one particular dress was because it was rather conspicuous.<br /><br />"But you WANT to stand out - you are The Bride!"<br /><br />"Except I don't. That's exactly what I don't want to do."<br /><br />"Don't you want to feel like a PRINCESS?"<br /><br />"...no.?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">shocked silence.<br /></span><br />It would have been more humourous if she wasn't deadly serious.<br /><br />But I did try on a few wonderful dresses. In third place was Ian Stuart's Sancerre:<br /><a href="http://www.ianstuart-bride.com/docs/CAT-SANCERRE.html"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 413px;" src="http://www.ianstuart-bride.com/images/Dresses/CAT-SANCERRE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Gorgeous, exactly what I had thought I would love.. and I did really like it. Lots of bows. Bows are good.<br /><br />I loved the dress in abstract, but I had difficulty loving it <span style="font-style: italic;">on me</span>.<br /><br />Second place, and very nearly first place, was Maggie Sottero's Carmella:<br /><a href="http://www.maggiesottero.com/dress.aspx?page=5&amp;style=J1371"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.simplyeverythingwedding.com/images/weddingdress/maggiesottero/maggie-sottero-wedding-dress-carmella.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Please ignore the model's mangled photoshopped body - this dress is<span style="font-style: italic;"> beautiful. </span>I felt beautiful in it. I felt so lovely that I was incredibly close to buying it. In fact, if I hadn't tried on the dress I now have, I would have bought this, I'm sure of it. The issue was that everyone who saw it on me thought it wasn't bridal enough, and in the end I figured I could always buy a dress like this to wear to someone else's wedding. But there is a twinge of sadness because honestly? I felt so comfortable and lovely in it, and it's hard to turn that feeling down.<br /><br />I took my best friend back with me the day after and we just stared at me in this and my final dress for about an hour while I ummed and ahhed. I have difficulty deciding what to eat for dinner, so deciding between these was <span style="font-style: italic;">torture. </span>I had no idea on what criteria I should be making my decision. Comfort? The general feel of the day? The weather? The price? Both had equal points.<br /><br />I hated that hour.<br /><br />However! The dress I bought literally makes me more excited to be having a wedding, which is an amazing feeling. This is she:<br /><a href="http://www.ianstuart-bride.com/docs/BELLE-PREMIERE.html"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 454px;" src="http://www.ianstuart-bride.com/images/Dresses/BELLE-PREMIERE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Premiere by Ian Stuart. The gift of a loving grandmother who cannot come dress shopping with me, but wanted to give a wonderful, meaningful gift. And I love it.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/beauty-and-the-beast/images/6508658/title/belle-wallpaper-wallpaper"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 245px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6500000/Belle-Wallpaper-beauty-and-the-beast-6508658-1024-768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Although it appears that I accidentally bought Belle's dress? Turns out I will be a princess after all.<a href="http://www.fanpop.com/spots/beauty-and-the-beast/images/6508658/title/belle-wallpaper-wallpaper"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6310784657948792072?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-11629200784750807062011-03-13T01:15:00.001Z2011-03-13T01:18:33.892ZI'd just like to put that out there. Looking through all these beautiful stationary items, and then reading the word BELLY seems somehow incongruous.<br /><br />Dear stationary designers: please come up with a new name for those, kthnx. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-1162920078475080706?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-73278691131472172502011-03-08T23:02:00.004Z2011-03-08T23:22:28.580ZWhen I was younger and angsty-er, I kept a daily diary which was filled, page upon page, with my worries and fears. I would write huge lists of my worries. I am a worrier. I thought I had grown out of it with the passage of time and the maturing of my soul, and I guess I mostly have, only this whole Wedding shebang seems to have dredged up all my old youthful tendancies for worrying about everything. <br /><br />I found through writing my diary that putting my fears on paper helps; once they are written down the worries are no longer in my head, they are encased in words and in a physical form which means I can shut them away, close the book, and sleep at night. So, in the interests of my sanity, here goes (please be aware that I am aware that these are mostly ridiculous and unfounded, but.. welcome to my brain):<br />- I worry that Rich regrets asking me to marry him<br />- I worry that our small wedding is an indicator that we don't actually have that many friends or people that care about us<br />- I worry that I don't have enough close friends and that this is because I am not very good at making friends<br />- I worry that the majority of my close friends are from school which means I failed at university by not making another big set of friends. I worry the school friends will judge me for not having more university friends.<br />- I worry that our wedding will be boring, and that people will go home early<br />- I worry that people don't really like me that much and would rather not come at all<br />- I worry that we will invite people and they will wonder why they are invited, because they did not think we are as good friends as I seem to think we are.<br />- I worry that people will judge our choices and thus us, negatively<br />- I worry that I will be an imposter in a big fancy dress at our low-key casual event and I will look horribly out of place<br />- I worry that I am so keen on having a low-key event because then people will have lower expectations and will not be as disappointed as they will inevitably be with the day, not because it is what I want<br />- I worry that Rich is not enjoying planning this with me<br />- I worry that my desire for things to be done to my standards will exclude people from helping or offering to help me with things for the wedding<br />- I worry that I will miss a great opportunity for having a community-event through my own snobbery<br />- I worry that by worrying so much, I am not able to sit back and enjoy our limited engagement time<br />- I worry that I will not learn how to enjoy it at all and I will miss it entirely<br /><br />Things I am not worried about:<br />- Marrying Rich, and being his wife.<br />- Having this wedding with our friends and family.<br /><br />I guess it's a start.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7327869113147217250?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-23865640075000206692011-02-25T21:16:00.001Z2011-02-25T21:16:15.086ZIf I were New to weddings, I'd have sat down with Rich and come up with a Theme for the day. If I were smart, I'd have figured out some buzz words for it to make sure we're adhering only to things that are In Keeping With The Grander Vision And Not Getting Tied Up In The Details. I mean to be honest, at this stage either would do, really. Anything would.<br /><br />As it is, we're off to visit some venues tomorrow and we haven't even decided what we freakin WANT. <br /><br />Afternoon? Evening? Tiny? Medium-sized? Formal? Casual? Are our guests going to be seated on straights with individual photos for placecards and eating pizza or in tuxes at a linen-ed round table for a formal 4-course meal? WHO KNOWS?<br /><br />So, in light of this, I have decided to Wing It tomorrow. We'll see what the venues are like, and what they might lend themselves to. Other than that, notaclue.<br /><br />But that just makes things more interesting, right? :)<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2386564007500020669?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-8054772472287431332011-02-18T11:00:00.000Z2011-02-18T11:00:10.974ZOne thing that really surprised me about being engaged is how... normal everything feels. Which at first, really threw me. I guess I was expecting something more, something monumental in the moment where we were now ENGAGED. It is a rather huge agreement after all, to say that you agree to plan on spending the rest of your life with someone, no?<br /><br />But I didn't feel it.<br /><br />And to be honest, I felt like something was wrong with the engagement.<br /><br />So here's a fun fact for you: I am a bit of a panicker. Not only that, but if I read about someone else having a problem, I worry about ME having that problem too (which is why I'm not allowed to read advice columns anymore). Picture it: I've read stories from women who've said yes and then immediately it just feels wrong, and they know in their heart that it was the wrong decision, they can't explain it they just KNOW it somehow, and then I get engaged, and... I don't feel anything. I don't feel anything, and I'm expecting to feel something. I mean I'm very happy with my decision, but there's been no monumental shift. Where is my monumental shift?? Does the lack of shift mean that this is the wrong decision somehow? PANIC PANIC.<br /><br />You guys, I can be a ton of fun.<br /><br />However, a few days in and once I'd stepped back and taken the time to think about it, it made sense, because really - what's changed? Nada. All we've done is agreed to do something. Something in my heart I've agreed to do for the last 3 years. We haven't actually done anything, as of yet. <br /><br />What I am feeling, however, is super excited to be married. <br /><br />Which I think is just as it should be.<br /><br />All is well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-805477247228743133?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-13891059635119397172011-02-17T18:25:00.003Z2011-02-17T18:33:49.497ZSo.. Hm. Yes. Things have been afoot!<br /><br />Firstly, I got a new job. Did I tell you that? Perhaps not. I am now working in a hotel, where the pace of the day is about 74-miles-an-hour-all-the-time, and I LOVE it, which is nice.<br /><br />However, that is not really my news.<br /><br />This is my news:<br /><br /><a href="http://db.tt/CjkCpLY"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 299px;" src="http://db.tt/CjkCpLY" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Oh yes! Indeed, that is exactly what it appears!<br /><br />Yay :)<br /><br />So I guess this makes this blog less hypothetical and more.. real-thetical now, then, huh?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">ps do you think I am wearing it the wrong way around? I showed this to one of my friends and she told me that it was upside down. But to me that seems like it's the right way up when my hands are, you know, in their normal, hanging position. What do you think?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-1389105963511939717?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-31291639005407753882011-01-19T10:00:00.007Z2011-01-19T10:00:09.418ZDear Rich,<br /><br />I am super excited because today we are going to the zoo, to celebrate that we have been Us for four years! Yaaay! I'm pretty sure there are other places you would have liked to go as well, but you know how much I love childish activities and how excited the zoo makes me so you are totally willing to go (even though you took me for my birthday last year, too). Things like that? They are the reasons I love you.<br /><br />You have been this wonderful right from the start. Did you know that? In our first year of uni, when we started dating, you blew me away with how cute, and thoughtful, and generally selfless you are. I hadn't really expected it. You put me to shame, quite a lot.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TTWWubu7IoI/AAAAAAAAALw/jVuWc-nZGaA/s1600/Recovered_JPEG%2BDigital%2BCamera_1841.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TTWWubu7IoI/AAAAAAAAALw/jVuWc-nZGaA/s400/Recovered_JPEG%2BDigital%2BCamera_1841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563518639148835458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">(Early 2007 where I hadn't yet realised that you need severe cajoling to get your hair cut, so it just grew and grew and grew into some kind of afro).</span><br /><br />Four years in and you have never let me down. You are consistantly giving and overwhelmingly loving, and even though we fight (of course we do), we fit. In all honesty, I don't think I actually thought relationships could be like what we've got. I don't get sick of you. You are the best holiday buddy ever. My love for you has deepened so that you are engrained in every part of my life, in the best possible way. So many of the jokes I find hilarious would make utterly no sense to anyone else in the world.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TTWbL7qP7-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ipbkA7BAGh4/s1600/P1040711.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TTWbL7qP7-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ipbkA7BAGh4/s400/P1040711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563523543981879266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">(Our 2010 annual winter holiday, in which we went for a totally ill-fated exploratory walk and ended up soaked to the skin and traipsing through freezing slush for about an hour. I still didn't hate you after all of that. We are meant to be.)</span><br /><br />Thank you for being ace, and for being mine.<br /><br />And I promise I will not force you to go into the butterfly enclosure at the zoo again this year since finding out you are afraid of flappy things near your face.<br /><br />I love you.<br /><br />Love, Suzie <3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3129163900540775388?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-18905291650707025742011-01-18T12:24:00.013Z2011-01-18T13:11:55.837Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_570xN.188952970.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_570xN.188952970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/60651422/tiny-sterling-silver-puffy-heart-ring"><span style="font-size:78%;">ThirtySixTen on etsy</span></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_570xN.193174176.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_570xN.193174176.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/PatrickIrlaJewelry?ref=ls_profile">PatrickIrlaJewelry on etsy</a><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_570xN.199984545.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_570xN.199984545.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63818114/studded-peridot-stacking-ring">Girl Loves Glitter on etsy</a></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.176537455.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.176537455.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/35482182/tiny-diamond-hammered-sterling-silver">CocoandChia on etsy</a><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0021/6592/products/free-setting-rubies-wd-_lgt_medium.jpg?1292407515"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0021/6592/products/free-setting-rubies-wd-_lgt_medium.jpg?1292407515" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.shop-aud.simonewalsh.com/collections/rings/products/free-setting-ruby-ring-two-settings">Simone Walsh Handmade Jewellery</a></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://catbirdnyc.com/shop/product.php?productid=17606&amp;cat=312&amp;page=1"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 340px;" src="https://catbirdnyc.com/shop/images/X/res_hex1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://catbirdnyc.com/shop/product.php?productid=17606&amp;cat=312&amp;page=1"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 340px;" src="https://catbirdnyc.com/shop/images/D/thumb/hex3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="https://catbirdnyc.com/shop/product.php?productid=17606&amp;cat=312&amp;page=1">Catbird</a><br /></span></div><br />I'm waiting in for the boiler man to come and stop water from dripping all over my dishes (kisses to you, British Gas homecare). While I'm in that awkward can't-really-start-a-task period, I think this is a good time to round up the rings I keep spying about the internets and coveting. I guess my tastes probably run to little and thin, although really, the only thing that brings them together is that they are silver. And that I wish they were <span style="font-style: italic;">all upon my fingers right now</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-1890529165070702574?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-38846476965248399442011-01-12T23:31:00.002Z2011-01-16T16:14:18.543ZToday wasn't fabulous. During my (bi-annual, for shame) clean I pulled back a chest of drawers to find it totally covered in mould, along with the whole back wall. Oh joys! So, after some frenetic cleaning, I would like to share something colourful and charming instead.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.minieco.co.uk/images/oct10/sewn-garland-4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.minieco.co.uk/images/oct10/sewn-garland-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.minieco.co.uk/sewn-paper-garland-2/"><span style="font-size:78%;">mini-eco</span></a></div><br />Possibly the cheapest known wedding garland decorations? Tutorial <a href="http://www.minieco.co.uk/sewn-paper-garland-2/">here</a>, along with some other bright and shiny objects to make.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3884647696524839944?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-78195688955066953252010-12-23T10:00:00.000Z2010-12-23T10:00:00.345Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotografia-przyrodnicza.art.pl/galeria/zdjecia/1320.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.fotografia-przyrodnicza.art.pl/galeria/zdjecia/1320.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.fotografia-przyrodnicza.art.pl/">here</a></span><br /></div><br />Around this time of year I begin to become a bit obsessed with snow. It snowed pretty badly in England last year (cars got stuck, flights were grounded, motorways closed etc) for about a month. And while it was rubbish for everyone it affected, every morning when I got up and stepped outside, in my mind I was just thinking 'eeeeee snow!!'.<br /><br />I love the stuff.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQis_avMV2I/AAAAAAAAALE/tQai9KpS6kE/s1600/Recovered_JPEG_1380.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQis_avMV2I/AAAAAAAAALE/tQai9KpS6kE/s400/Recovered_JPEG_1380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550876746243135330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://images1.vefblog.net/vefblog.net/f/i/fijta/photos_art/2007/05/fijta117905630947_art.jpg">here</a></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I would totally get married right there, in that street. Or just, you know, run around in it wildly. Unfortunately, that isn't massively practical given how we would have to travel pretty far to guarantee that level of beauty, but if I could, I would. Kisses to you, snow. <br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7819568895506695325?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-26264823617283269962010-12-20T10:20:00.001Z2010-12-20T10:20:00.325ZThe inevitability of a wedding is that, in order to not be late for the start, you will end up hanging out at the church/ceremony venue with not a lot to do other than wait (im)patiently. Once you've said hi to the people you know and you've taken your seat, there just isn't a whole lot of anything to do. I always end up reading through the order of service at least three times before things kick off, just to have something to occupy myself with.<br /><br />So! Here are a few ideas that can help keep your guests entertained!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/snippetandink/Tiffanie%20and%20Leo/9-illustrated-wedding-stationery.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 274px;" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/snippetandink/Tiffanie%20and%20Leo/9-illustrated-wedding-stationery.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://snippetandink.blogspot.com/2010/07/real-wedding-tiff-leo.html">here</a></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A guide to the wedding party</span>, in text or pictures. I think the who's who above is adorable, and how amazing is this family/friends tree below?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bklynbrideonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/weddinggenealogies-12.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 415px;" src="http://bklynbrideonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/weddinggenealogies-12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://bklynbrideonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/weddinggenealogies-12.jpg">here</a><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ask for drawings </span>from your guests - provide a pen and paper and ask for doodles and pictures, e.g. draw the bride and groom, represent their relationship using pictures etc. I personally have some remarkably lacking-in-artistic-skills friends who are always happy to draw a terrible picture and make me laugh.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.herbertandfriends.com.au/uploads/1/8/8/9/1889692/5367227.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.herbertandfriends.com.au/uploads/1/8/8/9/1889692/5367227.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.herbertandfriends.com.au/1/archives/12-2009/1.html">here<br /></a></span></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Something to watch </span>provides a conversation starter for people sat next to guests they don't know. How about a projected slideshow, with photos of the bride and groom with all their guests?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A written welcome</span> in the front of the order of service makes guests feel special and gives them something extra to read, bar reading and re-reading the words of the hymns (yes I have ended up doing this).<br /><br />I think I will aim to do at least one of these, although it totally depends on how long you have to prepare (alas you cannot throw together a slideshow last minute, much as I wish you could!). I am late to everything, so my guests will certainly need it. Poor guests.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2626482361728326996?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-68408496138957070852010-12-19T10:00:00.000Z2010-12-19T10:00:05.591Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0NKLu74aiY/TKpr0LWtCII/AAAAAAAAAfA/zXOcuf8Wd6M/s1600/doiliemenu.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0NKLu74aiY/TKpr0LWtCII/AAAAAAAAAfA/zXOcuf8Wd6M/s1600/doiliemenu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">via <a href="http://lovejenna.blogspot.com/2010/10/very-creative-bride-corrine-had.html">Love Jenna</a></span><br /></div><br />Need I say more.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6840849613895707085?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-78016940428426164292010-12-18T10:00:00.000Z2010-12-18T10:00:05.658Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQYUUEzYLII/AAAAAAAAAKc/Fjzqj0_H61Q/s1600/101110_holiday_release_3_03.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQYUUEzYLII/AAAAAAAAAKc/Fjzqj0_H61Q/s400/101110_holiday_release_3_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550145925899889794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">via <a href="http://www.envelopments.com/mixandmatch/featuredrecipe/Holiday/244/Harvey-Holiday--NEW.aspx">envelopments</a></span><br /></div><br />I'm not sure if other families regularly do this, but since my parents' friends are scattered all over the globe we compile a yearly round robin as a family to let them know all about what's been happening in our lives. It's good fun to put together and ends up as a whole bunch of little anecdotes, facts and stories. <br /><br />How lovely would this setting be for an invitation? All the little details fitted in various orientations, quotes and photos.. I think it would make such a fun and personal invite!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7801694042842616429?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-25099126310977455542010-12-17T10:00:00.001Z2010-12-17T10:00:02.252Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-static.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/18/val0688.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://www-static.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/18/val0688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">via <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/10/18/bridal-market-2010-reem-acra/">weddingbee</a></span><br /></div><br />...I actually heart this bear-ear veil. I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">pretty</span> sure I wouldn't be able to pull it off, but you never know, right?<br /><br />Although my Granny probably wouldn't approve.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2509912631097745554?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-51504535329984139952010-12-16T10:00:00.000Z2010-12-16T10:00:04.459Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://splendidmishap.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/centerpiece_aug08.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 383px;" src="http://splendidmishap.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/centerpiece_aug08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">via <a href="http://www.thebrokeassbride.com/2010/11/wedding-inspiration-a-romantic-european-affair/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheBroke-AssBride+%28The+Broke-Ass+Bride%29&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader">the broke-ass bride</a></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I don't know if it's the colours of the candles and flowers, or the ridiculous look of candles sitting on upside-down glasses that makes me love this, but I love this. And you'd only have to buy what.. 4 flowers per table? Minimal expenditure appeals to <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> my senses.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-5150453532998413995?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-37852077240547063092010-12-15T10:00:00.000Z2010-12-15T10:00:00.485ZAnd also, you know, fulfills all my innermost desires to live in a Magical Garden of Wonderment and Delight.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://100layercake.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/100lc_RW_Brittnay+Paul.2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 577px;" src="http://100layercake.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/100lc_RW_Brittnay+Paul.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">via <a href="http://www.100layercake.com/blog/archives/8874">100layercake</a></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">What is even more awesome is that this bride made a tutorial for how to make these ridiculously oversized Flowers of Joy (too many adjectives?), <a href="http://www.100layercake.com/blog/archives/9670">here</a>.<br /><br />Future me, take note. kthanx.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3785207724054706309?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-37748048949789846322010-12-14T10:00:00.000Z2010-12-14T10:00:04.997Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-static.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/30/dsc-00203.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 596px;" src="http://www-static.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/30/dsc-00203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">via <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/12/03/wedding-reception-games/">Weddingbee</a></span><br /></div><br />I love this idea for making super long dinners more entertaining! Although my taste in photographs probably runs a little more on the kooky side than these suggestions - how about:<br />- Someone with a mouthful of food<br />- An excellent pose<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQYM4fDiCgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qWpnFaZ4x2Y/s1600/P1040038.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQYM4fDiCgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qWpnFaZ4x2Y/s320/P1040038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550137755329235458" border="0" /></a>- A kissy face<br />- A photo of your food<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQYK88hq3lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7ZwT2KmWqdM/s1600/P1040090.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQYK88hq3lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7ZwT2KmWqdM/s320/P1040090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550135632936492626" border="0" /></a>- Someone laughing uproarously<br />- A keepsake photo<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQYKYTJmW1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KHGbd4jqTGg/s1600/P1040054.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQYKYTJmW1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KHGbd4jqTGg/s320/P1040054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550135003354389330" border="0" /></a>- A close-up of your favourite part of the table<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQYJ9hKfSRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YCUniKp-dQs/s1600/P1040069.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TQYJ9hKfSRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YCUniKp-dQs/s320/P1040069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550134543259748626" border="0" /></a><br />or is it just me that likes these kinds of photos? I would love to attend a wedding with a challenge to get a list of certain photos during the evening. Cameras get people talking!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">all photos are personal unless otherwise stated</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3774804894978984632?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-10743115016814770012010-12-13T11:34:00.003Z2010-12-13T11:41:06.595Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stylemepretty.com/gallery/photo/118797"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://cache.stylemepretty.com/wp-content/submissions/uploads/leah@byleah.com/7378/083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">via <a href="http://www.stylemepretty.com/gallery/photo/118797">Stylemepretty</a> by <a href="http://www.byleah.com/">byleah</a></span><br /></div><br />I imagine with me that this is the kind of post-wedding task that would sit around in a box for 6 months after the honeymoon. But when you get around to it, what a wonderful keepsake! As an over-indulgent lover of blankets (currently I have 3 residing on my tiny sofa alone) this is better way to remember my favourite humans than with a book or a signed picture.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-1074311501681477001?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-43256591467028851792010-11-30T13:30:00.004Z2010-11-30T13:57:03.605ZSo, I caved, and after doing a job that made me cry for the last 6 months I have thrown in the towel, with no other job to go to. <br /><br /><br />On 10th December I am <span style="font-style: italic;">free. </span><br /><br />I will no longer be an Event Manager either, though. Which is somehow like a step backwards from the wedding-planning dream, isn't it?<br /><br />But you know what? That job was not the Stuff Dreams Are Made Of, by a long shot, and while I loved the people there I can't wait to see what else is going to come up for me!<br /><br /><br />I celebrated my only-two-more-mondays day yesterday by buying a fountain pen calligraphy set with - get this- more than one nib! Pretty fancy, am I right. I'm thinking of doing me some doodling and generally having a good fun mess around with my week off (my first holiday since February!). <br /><br />I'm naturally pretty good at basic calligraphy, so I'm hoping in a few dedicated days of practise I might actually be able to learn some fancier stylings, the kind I see by <a href="http://www.lhcalligraphy.com/">Laura Hooper</a> and swoon a little at. Because, seriously, who isn't able to learn award-winning calligraphy in a couple of days?<br /><br />Should be fun. Stick with me, kids!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-4325659146702885179?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-77558334024239425882010-10-31T20:21:00.006Z2010-10-31T20:42:37.986ZIt's Halloween tonight, so naturally Rich and I are doing what we do best; hiding inside and hoping to heck nobody knocks on our front door. Both of a naturally fearful disposition, we've shut all the curtains and built ourselves what we have termed a 'Fable Nest', which is essentially our sofa recreated on the floor for maximum enjoyment of our new xbox game Fable 3, which we plan to enjoy for the rest of the night. I am gradually munching my way through the emergency chocolate procured to cope with any souls who do brave the culdesac looking for treats. <br /><div><br />I just wanted to wish you all, whether Halloween inclined such as the revellers I hear on the main street, or not, like our dorky selves, a lovely evening. You deserve it.</div><br /><div>Go eat some chocolate, you.<br /><br /><br />I leave you with a photo of the pumpkin I carved last night. Long live cupcakes!<br /><br /><a href="http://desmond.yfrog.com/Himg830/scaled.php?tn=0&amp;server=830&amp;filename=mszym.jpg&amp;xsize=640&amp;ysize=640"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 256px;" src="http://desmond.yfrog.com/Himg830/scaled.php?tn=0&amp;server=830&amp;filename=mszym.jpg&amp;xsize=640&amp;ysize=640" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7755833402423942588?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-71589368182135821832010-08-11T20:39:00.003+01:002010-08-11T20:48:57.497+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnnpg1BeRcU/TGFygSccGuI/AAAAAAAAANM/bOc8e8iWl8I/s400/animaux444.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xnnpg1BeRcU/TGFygSccGuI/AAAAAAAAANM/bOc8e8iWl8I/s400/animaux444.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://omiyageblogs.blogspot.com/2010/08/balloon-animals.html">here</a><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnnpg1BeRcU/TGFtFtBtAaI/AAAAAAAAANE/nyoC5JoeILg/s400/pingmag.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xnnpg1BeRcU/TGFtFtBtAaI/AAAAAAAAANE/nyoC5JoeILg/s400/pingmag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://omiyageblogs.blogspot.com/2010/08/balloon-animals.html">here</a></span><br /></div><br />Okay, now I must find a child and throw them a birthday party. Also, I absolutely adore that second picture - how lovely would that be for a circus themed wedding? Or a fun seaside one? They look like floating beachballs. <3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7158936818213582183?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-19377824928317905642010-07-10T23:49:00.005+01:002010-07-11T00:19:55.349+01:00I'm not going to lie, Rich and I are getting on for being the same height. That's what you get for being a tall girl - 5'10" isn't all fun and games and the reaching of high shelves, people. When it comes down to it, even teeny 2" not-even-really-a-heel heels are going to put me eye-to-eye with him, and to me that's just not a whole lot of awesome.<br /><br />So, wedding shoes. Can't be heels, and that instantly rules out most of the traditional stuff right there. I've never worn a pair of converse in my life, so it's a great big no to that trend, and I also don't really do sandals. Which leaves me with ballerina pumps, essentially.<br /><br />After thinking about it for a while (I have like an hour's train ride to work each way, don't judge me), I realised that what I really, really want are some raw-edged, pale grey suede pumps. Kinda like these, in fact:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.rdujour.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/60344lanivpompomfla34adfdl.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 488px;" src="http://images.rdujour.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/60344lanivpompomfla34adfdl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://rdujour.com/tag/ballet-flats/">here</a></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I think that grey colour is just totally delicious. I've yet to be able to find a single pair of shoes in the raw suede style that I can see in my head, though. Maybe they don't exist? Maybe I'll have to learn some kind of cobbler skills before I get married?<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-1937782492831790564?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-76749930295416655392010-07-03T14:49:00.011+01:002010-07-03T15:45:55.550+01:00Let me preface this with saying that I am not neccessarily a BAD cook, as such. <span style="font-style: italic;">Maybe</span>. I may have grown up with a pretty limited skills set regarding food, but I'm quite sensible, and don't tend to do stupid things for the sake of it.<br /><br />But somehow I have ended up with a fair few food-based disasters.<br /><br />It tends to start innocently enough, with the desire to make something Wonderful to nom.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9AYRSczfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FIc6pgEvTEs/s400/I+will+bake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677256489750002" border="0" /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9AmzbG2wI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZK5phgILAGU/s400/brownies+yay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677506171034370" border="0" /></span>I'm all about the Betty Crocker Brownie Mix. I can't even conceive where to begin baking a brownie on my own. But this stuff, my gosh, you can throw it all in a bowl and shove it in the oven and out comes a tray of Awesome!<br /><br />Brownies are sneaky little so-and-sos though, so I have to always check carefully if they're cooked through. This one time I accidentally added too much water, so I had to check on it literally about 8 times, poking it and prodding it until I deemed it cooked through.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9AXS53g4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/PLpP6mB7FfY/s400/seem+done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677239743644546" border="0" /><br /></span>I was SO HUNGRY by this point, and had been waiting on these damned 25-minute-to-cook brownies for about 50 minutes, so I just grabbed a spatula and hauled those bad boys straight onto a plate. But little did I know...<span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9Al-Sa16I/AAAAAAAAAIY/loKuS0ywi-o/s400/fooled+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677491907516322" border="0" /></span> Layer upon layer of goo! Raw, egg-textured brownie seeping out of every crevice! All the brownies, collapsed under their own soggy mass! This was not what I had been promised by the perfectly cooked exterior. It was all a LIE! I abandoned them in a slowly-sinking heap and was left to stew over the wasted hour of my life, devoted to brownies that never came to be.<br /><br />But sometimes, the brownies work! And boy, are they delicious. Even better warm, though. So, one time I decided to re-heat them.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9Amlwk1nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_skP18jLU2M/s400/delicious+snack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677502502983282" border="0" /></span>What could go wrong, right?<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span> I would end up with some warm, delicious brownies, right? WRONG.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9AqbmxAeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EYEtfkQNpEY/s400/brownie+disaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677568496959970" border="0" /></span>The microwave had somehow Super Heated them, causing them to burn up and then fuse to the molten plastic that was once their happy container home. Brownies - ruined. Suzie- Sad. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span>Now Rich, on the other hand, is the kind of guy who would never accidentally fuse a brownie to a plastic plate. He is the kind of guy who knows what the different herbs are for, and understands posh dinner menus in restaurants. He gets food, unlike myself who</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span>grew up in a household where the spice jars contain the exact spices that were gifted to my parents for their wedding. 25 years ago.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span><br />In first year at uni I decided I wanted to cook for Rich. I was his Girlfriend, and I would gosh-darned COOK for my man! </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9Hno86dHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4IknadikVWE/s1600/will+be+proud+of.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9Hno86dHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4IknadikVWE/s400/will+be+proud+of.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489685217121301618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9AXkSL3kI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wJp0PudO-6c/s400/scrutinise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677244409044546" border="0" /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9AmkuUNvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/x-zpqcjweZA/s400/concoct.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677502225069810" border="0" /></span> <span>I</span><span> decided on a meal that I knew well - shepherds pie with vegetables. Only, I'm pretty impatient when it comes to cooking. So about 5 minutes into the vegetables being steamed, I poked one and decided that that would be Fine, we would just have Al dente vegetables. And boy, were those potatoes taking their time to boil! After a few minutes I dragged one of those out of the pot and prodded it with a fork. Crunchy, but hey. That would add texture, right?<br /><br />One would have though that the Olympian effort involved in mashing them would have given me cause to reassess my decision, but as I said, I am impatient when it comes to cooking. Oh, and did I mention the deal with the spices? Cos I have no idea what herbs or flavours go where when cooking. In university I didn't even OWN herbs. So I decided that the meat-and-gravy section of the meal would just have to be that. Literally, just that. I bet you're salivating at the though of this meal already.<br /><br />Proudly I presented the completed dish to Rich.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9AX3QSeUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uicvUQvFszc/s400/majestic+creation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677249501362498" border="0" /></span><span> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9AmbLTCQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y0B-u_r_wlw/s400/dinner+disaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677499662272770" border="0" /></span> <span>Let's just say it didn't go down that well, shall we?</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span>After the Shepherds Pie Incident, and I discovered Rich was far better cook than me, it didn't take long before the role was assigned to him and him alone. But what about when Rich couldn't cook? What about when I wanted to do a nice thing for him?</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9AYCK05SI/AAAAAAAAAII/zKAo64q2lYg/s400/I+will+make.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489677252431242530" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TC9AGViZUVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/w7fKNmv2-e4/s400/dinner+disaster+again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489676948392726866" border="0" /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span>I'm not going to lie, that was last Thursday.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span>And that is why Rich doesn't let me cook anymore.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span><br />ps if you haven't read <a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/">Hyperbole and a Half</a>, well, you should. Right now.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7674993029541665539?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-691751751129191692010-06-29T19:48:00.006+01:002010-07-01T20:06:25.897+01:00On the Thursday night Rich and I decided it was time to tackle the seating chart. For this Beloved Sister had purchased a humunginourmous mirror which was going to serve as the background board, and a white liquid chalk pen with which to decorate and otherwise beautify it.<br /><br />Yeah..sorry about the picture quality on these. Turns out it's quite tricksy to take a photo in bad light of a totally reflective surface (who knew?).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TCpAZsyDh4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/YtmL6XdZce4/s1600/P1030977.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TCpAZsyDh4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/YtmL6XdZce4/s400/P1030977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488269906166384514" border="0" /></a>Firstly we measured up and calculated the space we had available (those little white dots around the edge were our markers). This involved maths. Lots of maths. Too much maths for two people with physics degree to do without feeling slightly ashamed that they were doing so much maths.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TCpBJFfmJnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M49HMzJTQUM/s1600/P1030986.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TCpBJFfmJnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/M49HMzJTQUM/s400/P1030986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488270720253699698" border="0" /></a>Once all the names were on, we snazzed up the whole shebang by giving it a schmancy title and some blossom (the drawing from their invitations and programs). Using chalk ink was remarkably satisfying, although there was a major disadvantage in that, if you leant in it, brushed past it, sometimes even thought about maybe going near it perhaps, it rubbed off. This meant that the title and flowers were a bit too hurridly drawn for my taste, but ho hum.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TCpAs-tfwlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Smu-gX3fH1k/s1600/P1030985.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TCpAs-tfwlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Smu-gX3fH1k/s400/P1030985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488270237396615762" border="0" /></a>And here's a close-up of the flowers. Ideally I'd have liked to dedicate a bit more time to them, but beggars can't be choosers and all that.<br /><br />Oh, and, word to the wise - don't let someone with slight OCD tendancies be in charge of cleaning it of fingerprints:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TCzm0meNiqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CskSaZk4XTY/s1600/P1030979.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TCzm0meNiqI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CskSaZk4XTY/s400/P1030979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489015837212641954" border="0" /></a><br />We had to prise it out of his hands at the end of the night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-69175175112919169?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-17257032232621684422010-06-20T19:06:00.009+01:002010-06-26T10:38:25.477+01:00Let me introduce to you an innocent-looking little cookie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TB5ZGMyl09I/AAAAAAAAAGA/vAoygM31KR4/s1600/P1030949.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TB5ZGMyl09I/AAAAAAAAAGA/vAoygM31KR4/s400/P1030949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484919359231349714" border="0" /></a><br />Cute, no? He sure would make a lovely favour, wouldn't he? Now let's say hello to his friends...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TB5aXMdcL6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/EefIyNNSpuU/s1600/P1030950.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TB5aXMdcL6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/EefIyNNSpuU/s400/P1030950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484920750712041378" border="0" /></a><br />...all 134 of them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TB52GW67rAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/z2oHrBdLEDg/s1600/P1030999.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TB52GW67rAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/z2oHrBdLEDg/s400/P1030999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484951247787895810" border="0" /></a><br />I have learnt:<br />It is an unacceptable stress to ask your mother to undertake the making of 130+ cookies two days before the wedding.<br /><br />It is totally okay to ask your sister and any unfortunate taggers-on to undertake this.<br /><br />Although, let me tell you, those damn cookies were nearly the end of us. For some unknown reason the icing wouldn't dry, so the entire house was decked out in cookies on every available flat surface. I went to sleep with one tin in my room, and I woke up with three. (I suspect they might have been breeding.) The day before the wedding, we tried putting them in the fridge (icing promptly re-melted upon re-entry into the warm June atmosphere), hair-drying (icing simply liquidified and dripped off), and leaving them in a warm airing cupboard (no discernable effects).<br /><br />Eventually, we gave up on the plans to put them in little bags as favours and the cookies ended up on the side-plates at dinner:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TCXJcwWlGSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/v4eq-nKNglc/s1600/P1040014.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TCXJcwWlGSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/v4eq-nKNglc/s400/P1040014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487013216873945378" border="0" /></a><br />Which, all in all, didn't end up looking too bad, non? And they sure were delicious.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-1725703223262168442?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-38186078572905704822010-06-10T11:47:00.003+01:002010-06-10T12:56:30.340+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/06/09/aqua-and-red-wedding-details/"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/TBDSO1ErN8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LuLMGqQby4Y/s400/Program+%28edited%29+midsection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481111898716583874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/06/09/aqua-and-red-wedding-details/">here</a><br /></span></div><br />Sometimes I wish I had studied graphic design. I think it would make me happy in my heart to come up with new and awesome ways of showing things. Like, that timeline that I would write that would probably take up a page? Turns out you can do it in about 2 inches. <br /><br />Who knew? (If I were a graphic designer I would know.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3818607857290570482?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-13929361341133028832010-05-31T11:14:00.003+01:002010-05-31T11:29:26.293+01:00I hope you all have a wonderful Bank Holiday! My day will consist of bacon sandwiches, lovingly crafted from super-low-fat bacon because it's my favourite, even though Rich doesn't like it as much..<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00138/bacon_138704a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00138/bacon_138704a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/education/student/how_to_get_a_job/article3067839.ece">here</a></span></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />..sugary drinks at my favourite Starbucks in Selfridges..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.flash.net/%7Eral1/starbucks/bigimages19/DSCN19306.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 237px;" src="http://home.flash.net/%7Eral1/starbucks/bigimages19/DSCN19306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://home.flash.net/%7Eral1/starbucks/bigimages19/DSCN19306.htm">here</a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">..and a trip to see some of these fellas.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs456.ash1/25103_672006813035_223406483_11645666_5833090_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 266px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs456.ash1/25103_672006813035_223406483_11645666_5833090_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">personal photo</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">May your day be wonderfully unproductive and your smiles large.<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-1392936134113302883?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-24112031063313446512010-05-30T19:29:00.006+01:002010-05-30T20:13:45.188+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs578.snc3/31520_685085293655_223406483_12270618_4258241_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 267px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs578.snc3/31520_685085293655_223406483_12270618_4258241_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>So this is what <span style="font-size:100%;">I've been up to the last couple of weeks - Beloved Sister's Bunny Party! Yesterday my Mum and I finished our last minute shopping and hauled it all up to Beloved Sister's 3rd floor flat, where we set up all the decorations I've been making. She's only renting, so all the garlands had to be super light so they could be tacked to the walls without leaving any marks - I think they came out awesomely!<br /><br />The Bunny aspect was a total surprise to her, and luckily (phew!) she loved it. Although I may or may not have gone slightly bunny crazed - we had bunny ears, bunny decorations, and a whole lot of bunny shaped food - even bunny jelly! Which, considering the mould was a former rabbit-shaped ferrero rocher box, turned out pretty well.<br /><br />After all her friends had met up at her house it was time to head out to our 1 1/2 hour chocolate making workshop at <a href="http://www.rumseys.co.uk/school.php">Rumsey's Cocoa Pod School of Chocolate</a> - who might just be the nicest people on this planet. Once I let Tamsin know that I was holding a Bunny Party she put rabbits on all our nametags, and got out all the bunny moulds for us to make on the day; they were also super friendly, helpful, and generally lovely the whole time.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs538.ash1/31520_685086107025_223406483_12270669_1631042_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 266px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs538.ash1/31520_685086107025_223406483_12270669_1631042_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Above is a vat of white chocolate - we piped and painted the dark and white chocolate directly onto the moulds we had selected, which was rather tricksy. But oh so satisfying - if you've never painted chocolate with a paintbrush before, might I suggest you go and do that. It's rather good for the soul.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs598.snc3/31520_685086121995_223406483_12270672_1482516_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 472px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs598.snc3/31520_685086121995_223406483_12270672_1482516_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Beloved Sister creating her Rabbit Bride and Groom chocolate figurine. This machine constantly poured out liquid milk chocolate, the Good Quality and Highly Delicious kind. We clipped together the two halves of our figurines and filled them with chocolate, then drained it back out and left them to set.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs598.snc3/31520_685087584065_223406483_12270743_785065_n.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs578.snc3/31520_685086461315_223406483_12270679_1719234_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 473px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs578.snc3/31520_685086461315_223406483_12270679_1719234_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>All our delicious chocolate bunnies, ready for the fridge to set.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs598.snc3/31520_685087584065_223406483_12270743_785065_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 474px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs598.snc3/31520_685087584065_223406483_12270743_785065_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>And this was my little worker bunny, half out of his mould - during his creation I learned a whole new respect for Thorntons workers. Seriously, this chocolate stuff? It's pretty tricky!<br /><br />After our chocolate jaunt we had a lovely dinner at Wagamamas - who gave Beloved Sister one of their cookery books for free as a gift! I love how weddings can bring out the Nice in people - and headed back to watch Eurovision and eat rabbit-themed food items.<br /><br />Beloved Sister was so happy the whole day. Hurrah!<br /><br />Now we can look forward to her wedding - only a few weeks to go!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2411203106331344651?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-74350460774183911162010-05-14T13:55:00.006+01:002010-05-14T16:21:11.034+01:00H'okay guys, here's the deal: Beloved Sister's hen party is looming, and I'm on the look-out for some fun stuff to do in the evening.<br /><br />I am throwing her a Bunny Party - she's not the kind of girl who would enjoy a traditional-hen-type-dealio so we (I - she's none the wiser!) am going for cute, humourous and fun :) Think bunnies, pink, turquoise, hearts, 10% wine, bunny shaped jelly..<br /><br />Par example! Some of the decorations for the day:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/98147843.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;Expires=1273850257&amp;Signature=TXEa%2BW3IcK728nQRD4%2B2xYIc0iQ%3D"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/98147843.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;Expires=1273850257&amp;Signature=TXEa%2BW3IcK728nQRD4%2B2xYIc0iQ%3D" alt="" border="0" /></a>Bunny and heart garlands (personal photo)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/98175668.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;Expires=1273851424&amp;Signature=0uz%2F18ABHWkosltF1ahGvL5hPZk%3D"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/98175668.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;Expires=1273851424&amp;Signature=0uz%2F18ABHWkosltF1ahGvL5hPZk%3D" alt="" border="0" /></a>wordy garland (personal photo)<br /></div><br />The day:<br />- Meet at her house, all travel to a Chocolate Workshop where we will make Delicious Items<br />- Have dinner at Wagamamas (Beloved Sister is a Fiend for all food as long as it is spicy)<br />- Return to her flat, have some drinks, then.. um....<br /><br />And here is where I'm slightly stuck.<br /><br />So far, ideas about such as:<br />- Marriage Suitability test from the 40's (this is sure to be fun as Beloved Sister is Ferociously Feminist)<br />- Something to fill in / colour in / write on? Like, postcards to write to send to them after the wedding. Or lots of little questions to answer to make into a cool book for her.. or something..<br /><br />Yeah, it's the 'or something' that's kind of screwing things up right now.<br /><br />I can't pin anything down in my brain that will be fun for a group of girls who don't know each other, with a few glasses of wine.. Any ideas? Any and all welcome :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7435046077418391116?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-25051808649193405112010-05-06T11:09:00.002+01:002010-05-06T11:15:19.798+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.craftzine.com/how_to_hand_dye_color_doilies.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 254px;" src="http://blog.craftzine.com/how_to_hand_dye_color_doilies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://charlottesfancy.wordpress.com/2010/05/03/crafty-monday-fun-with-dyed-doilies/">here</a> via <a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2010/05/how-to_dye_paper_doilies.html">Craft</a></span><br /><br /></div>..in my tastes. Anyone else?<br /><br />But seriously, who doesn't want multicoloured doilies?<br /><br />Don't answer that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2505180864919340511?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-80819342284105740642010-04-29T19:49:00.003+01:002010-04-29T19:57:15.018+01:00If ever I needed a reminder of how very very lucky I am to have Rich, tonight is that reminder.<br /><br />Rough day? Don't worry, Rich had made me dinner for when I got home. And ate it on the floor with me, even though he prefers eating at the table like a normal human being (me? I prefer curling up on the carpet like a child). <br /><br />After which he went out in the rain to fetch me an icecream. <br />Which I didn't specify, and he accidentally bought me one I didn't like. <br />So he gave me his, even though he didn't like mine either. <br />After which I ate the treat he bought himself.<br /><br />While he did the washing up. From the dinner he made me.<br /><br />Which leads to the inevitable question.. why the heck is <span style="font-style: italic;">he </span>with <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span>?<br /><br />One presumes it must be because I am inherantly loveable.<br /><br />It must be.<br /><br />Right?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8081934228410574064?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-69596236135170622842010-04-06T21:58:00.000+01:002010-04-06T22:00:15.361+01:00..get a kitten.<br /><br />Right on, Zooey.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.listal.com/image/289601/500full.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 447px;" src="http://img.listal.com/image/289601/500full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://img.listal.com/image/289601/500full.jpg">here</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6959623613517062284?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-39738253215142685252010-04-01T13:50:00.004+01:002010-04-01T13:57:31.203+01:00Chair covers. I know little of them, except that they tend to cause much brain stress to brides who are already experiencing high levels of it.<br /><br />It is totally a personal decision, but my heart tells me your friends and family will not judge you for not having a chair cover. Mine, more likely, would be confused if we <span style="font-style: italic;">did. </span>(<span style="font-style: italic;">Why is this here? What was wrong with the chair before?</span>)<br /><br />That said, there's something rather excellent about these covers.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prestonbailey.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/61.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.prestonbailey.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/61.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.prestonbailey.com/2010/03/frequently-asked-questions-should-i-go-with-my-chairs-tables-covered-or-naked/">here</a></span><br /></div><br />Oh hello giant rose on my chair. I... I love you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3973825321514268525?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-46845873771880911352010-03-28T20:22:00.002+01:002010-03-28T20:37:25.820+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bishamistry.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/can_1_002.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.bishamistry.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/can_1_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bishamistry.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/can_6_027.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 411px;" src="http://www.bishamistry.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/can_6_027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.bishamistry.com/category/candles/">here</a></span><br /></div><br />Candles like this are so stunning you don't need anything else on the table. Which to me sounds <span style="font-style: italic;">excellently </span>cost effective. <br /><br />And also, you know, beautiful and unusual. Which I am all for.<br /><br />Also, the lady who designs these is a mehndi artist (of course) and has done many beautiful designs, including this one:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bishamistry.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/mehndi_model_lonela_leicester_006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://www.bishamistry.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/mehndi_model_lonela_leicester_006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span><a href="http://www.bishamistry.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a></span><br /><br /></div>Oh hello, stunning pearly-white mehndi. I'm an incredibly pale English Rose gal so the dark colours of normal mehndi look terribly out of place on my skin, however this, <span style="font-style: italic;">this, </span>I can get behind. Swoon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-4684587377188091135?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-82972636985066879532010-03-25T13:30:00.003Z2010-03-25T13:37:42.594ZI think these are just beautiful, don't you?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3426719441_5f4d0e5f4b_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 244px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3426719441_5f4d0e5f4b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/3527539320_70b6752c57_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 245px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2069/3527539320_70b6752c57_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4461870026_0fafbf6fdc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 243px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4461870026_0fafbf6fdc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://10dollardrawings.blogspot.com/search/label/paper%20feathers">here</a></span></div><br />Oh and, um, hi.. they're paper. Recycled grocery bags, to be exact.<br /><br />Use them as a placecard by writing your guest's names on them. <br />Use them as a guestbook.<br />Go on.<br /><a href="http://10dollardrawings.blogspot.com/">This lovely lady</a> will make some for you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8297263698506687953?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-64992123015189359632010-03-15T10:30:00.002Z2010-03-15T10:30:01.097Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpkfOzH-taU/S5crcWaue4I/AAAAAAAAHjA/etdWs2NtYVc/s400/131655091_aa16aa5a0d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OpkfOzH-taU/S5crcWaue4I/AAAAAAAAHjA/etdWs2NtYVc/s400/131655091_aa16aa5a0d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://decorno.blogspot.com/2010/03/yum.html">here</a></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a href="http://decorno.blogspot.com/">Decorno</a>'s brother inventified some teeny little creme brulees that arrive at your mouth already-on-a-spoon. Reckon any venue chefs would be up for making these? Cos they are frickin' ADORABLE.<br /><br />Which reminds me, Tesco used to sell single slices of Chocolate Fudge Cake (anyone seen those recently?), and the label was a picture of this normal-sized piece of cake... on a spoon. With a description that read 'serving suggestion'.<br /><br />Serving Suggestion = Eat With A Really Big Spoon?<br /><br />Oh, if you insist.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6499212301518935963?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-36894231885130927242010-03-14T15:30:00.001Z2010-03-14T15:30:00.862Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.craftzine.com/felt_ball_pussywillow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 506px;" src="http://blog.craftzine.com/felt_ball_pussywillow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2010/03/pussy_willow_rainbow.html">here</a></span></div><br />If I could get this plant to grow for reals, you can bet I would have it growing <span style="font-style: italic;">everywhere. </span><span>I believe this might just be my favourite version of things-stuck-on-twigs. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3689423188513092724?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-21548175965394531932010-03-13T15:30:00.001Z2010-03-13T16:02:21.321ZScientific Cookies. As Rich's Dad is an electrical engineer I cannot help but think how fabulous these would be as a delicious hat-tip.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhPHUKwckUw/S0JvGubcRlI/AAAAAAAABPE/vQ1wPf_sJug/s400/Circuit_board_cookies2t.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WhPHUKwckUw/S0JvGubcRlI/AAAAAAAABPE/vQ1wPf_sJug/s400/Circuit_board_cookies2t.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://notsohumblepie.blogspot.com/2010/01/science-cookie-round-up-1.html">here</a>, via </span><a href="http://notsohumblepie.blogspot.com/2010/01/science-cookie-round-up-1.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">CRAFT</span></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2154817596539453193?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-47785184740735345852010-03-12T19:40:00.002Z2010-03-12T19:47:39.972ZA bookish sort of wedding should have lots of books, am I right? May I humbly suggest that you definitely think about maybe having these as table numbers perhaps? Thankyoupls.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pauloctavious.com/images/2010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.pauloctavious.com/images/2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pauloctavious.com/images/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.pauloctavious.com/images/4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.pauloctavious.com/bookcollection/">here</a> via <a href="http://www.dudecraft.com/2010/03/stacker-work-of-paul-octavious.html">Dudecraft</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-4778518474073534585?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-29569208650354621922010-01-29T11:57:00.003Z2010-01-29T12:05:40.171Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4274939118_44bf59c2e5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4274939118_44bf59c2e5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Shortbread buttons, tuturial <a href="http://fortysixthatgrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/tutorial-shortbread-buttons_8809.html"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">here</span></a>. I think it is a pretty likely chance that I would grow morbidly obese if I made these, as I would not want to stop eating the little delicious buttons. Running with the <a href="http://waffleandbear.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-flowers-and-then-theres.html">crafty themed</a> wedding idea, imaging a little button biscuit appearing on your plate with coffees. <br /><br />HYPERVENTILATE.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2956920865035462192?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-44697065440890152232010-01-29T11:26:00.003Z2010-01-29T11:36:47.323ZPom pom flowers.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.domestifluff.com/images/craft/pom-pom-branches.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 278px;" src="http://www.domestifluff.com/images/craft/pom-pom-branches.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">tutorial <a href="http://www.domestifluff.com/2008/10/how-to-make-pom-pom-flowers/">here</a></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3379/3630215304_f6563cfb75.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3379/3630215304_f6563cfb75.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">tutorial <a href="http://tamiesnow.typepad.com/roxycraft/2009/06/i-made-it-pom-pom-flower-bouquet.html">here</a></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I'm torn between the obvious and glorious nature of real flowers, and the beyond-words cuteness that is brightly coloured, fluffy little pom pom flowers. But then maybe that's just me, because in my head a bowl full of wool balls on a table looks awesome, as do tiny scattered pom poms (although those are a bit 'in' now, aren't they? Yay crafty trends!).<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-4469706544089015223?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-16335799347126220972010-01-28T13:54:00.002Z2010-01-28T13:58:10.136Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_abGRa1b0BJc/S2BJSbIqKYI/AAAAAAAAXK8/wRkrumX8Efw/s1600/backyard-wedding-reception.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_abGRa1b0BJc/S2BJSbIqKYI/AAAAAAAAXK8/wRkrumX8Efw/s1600/backyard-wedding-reception.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2010/01/backyard-wedding.html">here</a></span></div><br />Love love love the deep colour of these tables. Scratch linens, tablecloths, schmancy napkins; just get yourself a really great table.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-1633579934712622097?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-48181383660663596702010-01-05T21:19:00.006Z2010-01-05T21:32:25.094ZMy boy and I were discussing dogs, of which he is not a fan, and ownership of said dogs, of which I am a huge-with-bunting-and-candles-on-it fan. And he happened to mention that he thought sausage dogs were cute.<br /><br />My, oh my! A sausage dog! We could adopt* one, and take him for tiny walks on his tiny legs, and name him Sausage ('cos it's either that or Dog, in my book).<br /><br />And, um, probably dress him up like this?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/S0OurkitdpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/C5sM-O1g26s/s1600-h/dogpill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/S0OurkitdpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/C5sM-O1g26s/s320/dogpill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423370439851079314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2010/01/05/doggy-dress-up/">here</a><br /><br /></span></div>Now I'm not going to pass judgement on any part of whether it is cool/uncool, right/wrong, awesome/tacky to include dogs in a wedding, mostly because I have mixed feelings about the whole affair myself.<br /><br />Only, this dog has a ring pillow saddle. <br /><br />Which immediately makes him the coolest cat in town.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Adopting, not buying, dogs ftw!</span> <span style="font-size:78%;">Rescue dogs are da bomb.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-4818138366066359670?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-71930402401166610202010-01-03T20:21:00.005Z2010-01-03T20:54:34.809Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.5lovelanguages.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/5LL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.5lovelanguages.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/5LL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.5lovelanguages.com/resources/books/">here</a></span></div><br />More interestingly, have you read it? My mum gifted this to Beloved Sister this Christmas in preparation for her being all with the married.<br /><br />Me being me, I snuck it one evening and read it that night. All in one go. Yup.<br /><br />I'd heard the general principles behind this before, but honestly it was a very good read. If nothing else, it really makes you sit up and think about whether you're actually doing what you need to be doing to show the person you love that you love them.<br /><br />I, for one, realised that I definitely wasn't. What was more depressing was that I realised the boy most definitely was.<br /><br />I shall now tell you a secret: my boy is a little bit broken. See, there were some things that happened in his past, some not-so-nice things, leading to a not-so-happy time that he was going through right up until I met him at university. It's something a <a href="http://annaandtheringlondon.blogspot.com/2009/12/hardest-words-i-may-ever-write.html">fair amount of people </a>have been through and yet, not having been through anything like it myself, I find it hard. I don't know what helps. I don't know what I should be avoiding doing. Often, I simply lack the kindness to be loving no matter what (oh how I wish I posessed a more selfless nature).<br /><br />My wonderful boy requires a little bit extra loving care from time to time, sometimes more and sometimes less depending on the tides of life. According to the book, each person generally requires one, or perhaps two languages to be 'spoken' to ensure they feel loved. My boy needs them all in various levels because sometimes it's a bit harder for things to get through his barriers. Not only that, but doing one nice thing for him doesn't breach the walls either; to make him feel truly cared for I need to do at least two 'languages' at once.<br /><br />And I am lazy. Recently especially, I have noticed that I have slacked from being selflessly loving. Doing nice things when I really don't want to. Giving him the biggest piece even though I wanted it. Going out of my way to do something for him. I feel terrible, looking back at our relationship this last year - have I really been there for him when he needs me?<br /><br />This year, I shall try my hardest to love him, not just be in love with him. I will actively seek out ways to show him just how much I care, even (and especially) when I don't feel like it.<br /><br />Boy, for a naturally selfish person this is going to be tough. But it will be worth it. So worth it.<br /><br /><br /><br />If you feel like having relationship clean-out or just fancy an interesting read, I cannot recommend this book enough. Just.. try it on for size. Go on.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7193040240116661020?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-72861650380416279082009-12-29T13:58:00.009Z2009-12-29T14:58:40.784Z<ul><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/SzoNa0vG_SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UIVR-mkcPr8/s1600-h/two+cups+of+coffee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/SzoNa0vG_SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UIVR-mkcPr8/s400/two+cups+of+coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420659855977807138" border="0" /></a>Drinking coffees and giggling in Starbucks on rainy Saturday afternoons. Mine is the big mug for small hands, his is the tiny mug for giant, bear hands.</li></ul><ul><li>Searching for a new job. My internship finishes in 6 months, and, although I have been offered a permanent place, I don't think it will make me happy to stay. I don't know what I will be searching for yet, or whether I will actually enjoy the search once I begin it (experience suggests not) but I am glad to be moving forward in a direction of my own choosing.</li></ul><ul><li>Beloved Sister's Wedding - it has reached the six months mark and the stress is beginning to show behind her eyes. But it will all be beautiful, because they are a beautiful couple.</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/SzoPjMY2TjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rpYK-DFPtm8/s1600-h/P1010253_edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/SzoPjMY2TjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rpYK-DFPtm8/s400/P1010253_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420662198789099058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ITTBxSZMdVE/SzoRigzcQaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2S1i4SNHhRA/s1600-h/P1010253_edit2.jpg"></a><ul><li>The Boy's graduation from the university that I love so well.</li></ul><ul><li>The nervous anticipation of finding out whether The Boy will be awarded a Phd place, and can stay in the city with me rather than moving home, many miles to the north.<br /></li></ul><ul><li>Continuing my journey in figuring out how to live like a normal adult in my own home (/tiny 3-room flat) - this includes Cooking Meals Even When I'm Exhausted And Can't Frankly Be Bothered, Taking The Recycling Out More Than Once A Month* and Introducing Some Kind of Cleaning Regime**</li></ul><ul><li>The Death of the start-of-the-year months. I intensely dislike January-March. There is no sun. There is no Christmas atmosphere. The weather is awful. The mood is drudging. But, once we are through it, therein lies Summer! Ah, glorious Summer. Come to me and hold me.</li></ul><ul><li>The Boy and I's 3-year anniversary! We planned ahead and got together as a couple at the end of January, which means there is always something good occurring in January. Thank you, my love, for that accidental excellent timing.</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.perfectescapes.com/TheSuiteLife/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/2010-olympics.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 531px;" src="http://www.perfectescapes.com/TheSuiteLife/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/2010-olympics.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.perfectescapes.com/TheSuiteLife/index.php/page/2/">here</a></span></div><ul><li>Journey to Canadia. An excellent ladyfriend and I will be partaking in a small jaunt to the Winter Olympics. If I sound calm it is LIES I am RIDICULOUSLY EXCITED!</li></ul>*There are at any one time around 8 pizza boxes residing in my recycling bag, which is more like a recycling pile to be honest with you.<br /><br />**A Side Story Designed For Humour: Beloved Sister's Fiance's Mother (you got all that?) is a cleaning pro. She cleans like her house is on permanent display. My mother would love to do that but frankly, that is just not who we are as a family. Beloved Sister tried to break the news to him gently that their new marital home would perhaps not be <span style="font-style: italic;">quite</span> as spik and span as he is used to, to which he replied 'oh it's alright, rather than every day we can just clean the house twice a week'.<br /><br />HAH. He'll just have to find out the hard way, I suppose.<br /><br />Poor boy.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">All photos by me unless otherwise stated.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7286165038041627908?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-52554856905978037232009-12-16T22:11:00.003Z2009-12-16T22:28:40.884ZI saw This Bouquet -<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ritzybee.typepad.com/.a/6a00e5503c8898883301287651a26c970c-400wi"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 339px;" src="http://ritzybee.typepad.com/.a/6a00e5503c8898883301287651a26c970c-400wi" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">found </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://ritzybee.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/12/winter-wedding-details.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+typepad%2FZlhs+%28%7Britzy+bee+blog%7D%29&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader">here,</a> photo credit <a href="http://ritzybee.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/12/winter-wedding-details.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+typepad%2FZlhs+%28%7Britzy+bee+blog%7D%29&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader"></a><a href="http://www.rountreeflowers.com/">here</a><br /></span></div><br />and suddenly my interest in grey bridal bouquets was piqued (Grey? For a bouquet? Seriously? But yes, my sweets, if you are not naturally inclined to want to eat it because it is <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> beautiful*, stare at it and imagine it against a creamy dress with snow falling and a warm hearth beckoning in the distance.. do you feel that? That's the little jolt as you realise you suddenly quite like grey bouquets)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ritzybee.typepad.com/.a/6a00e5503c889888330120a74e97fc970b-400wi"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 470px;" src="http://ritzybee.typepad.com/.a/6a00e5503c889888330120a74e97fc970b-400wi" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">found <a href="http://ritzybee.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/12/winter-wedding-details.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+typepad%2FZlhs+%28%7Britzy+bee+blog%7D%29&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader">here</a>, photo credit <a href="http://jameschristianson.com/">here</a></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">*that is my natural reaction to things that are lovely to behold. Some people are overwhelmed with the urge to nom the chubby cheeks of babies, but for me it is object of beauty such as bouquets. I've learned to accept this facet of my being.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-5255485690597803723?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-61916760842322669202009-12-10T19:19:00.002Z2009-12-10T19:28:12.140Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/2611593/il_fullxfull.78116749.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 284px;" src="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/2611593/il_fullxfull.78116749.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://shop.sycamorestreetpress.com/">here</a></span></div><br />Not only do <a href="http://shop.sycamorestreetpress.com/">Sycamore Street Press</a> do cute-as-heck cards (see exhibit a, above), they also have a snarky sense of humour that I appreciate. Much like my favourite e-cards site <a href="http://www.someecards.com/">some_ecards</a>. But with some letterpress goodness thrown in.<br /><br />Seriously, who wouldn't want to receive this in the post?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/939639/il_fullxfull.37350287.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 283px;" src="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/939639/il_fullxfull.37350287.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://shop.sycamorestreetpress.com/">here</a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">'Nuff said.</span> <br /></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6191676084232266920?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-65984933736919476182009-12-05T12:44:00.004Z2009-12-05T12:59:49.451ZDid I uh.. did I mention that I <a href="http://waffleandbear.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-ian-stuart.html">like</a><a href="http://waffleandbear.blogspot.com/2009/03/really-ian-stuart.html"> bows</a>? <a href="http://waffleandbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-oh-oh.html">No</a>?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ritzybee.typepad.com/.a/6a00e5503c88988833012875f5dea3970c-800wi"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 472px;" src="http://ritzybee.typepad.com/.a/6a00e5503c88988833012875f5dea3970c-800wi" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://ritzybee.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/12/a-grey-winter-wedding.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a></div><br />Well I also happen to adore Winter Chic. I'm pretty hung up on the soft greys and snuggly creams that are rife this time of year, and this inspiration board really made me wish that I live somewhere snowy. With a grotto arch. And the kind of figure that can pull off that mesmerising grey dress with the bow.<br /><br />I find it astonishing that more wedding dresses aren't grey, when they look this darn good.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6598493373691947618?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-10516973249128643412009-12-05T11:54:00.003Z2009-12-05T12:04:11.115Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oncewed.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/bride-dress-hanger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 255px;" src="http://www.oncewed.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/bride-dress-hanger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.oncewed.com/23668/wedding-blog/real-weddings/emily-lance/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+OnceWed+%28Once+Wed%29&amp;utm_content=Google+Reader">here</a></span><br /><br /></div>My love of all things personalised leads me to believe that this might just be the greatest item for a wedding day ever. Do you need it? No. Is it a waste of money? Quite possibly. Does it make my heart do a giddy little leap? Why, yes!<br /><br />Stalking has led me to believe that this wonderfully unneccessary item can be purchased <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/lilafrances">here</a>. Am I going to gift one to Beloved Sister? Watch this space.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-1051697324912864341?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-52057799645068142122009-11-29T12:31:00.003Z2009-11-29T12:59:00.444Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 258px;" src="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/103.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/103.jpg">here</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />There is something incredibly cutesy and charming about this cake (this is the top layer of a betty boop extraordinaire). I think those tiny hearts are adorable. <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-5205779964506814212?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-1462662593097056562009-11-17T13:38:00.002Z2009-11-17T13:41:58.089Z<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Q74VqXYLu00/Svg2-4I3SSI/AAAAAAAAIu8/JgiutDctGYY/s720/IMG_3055wtmk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 248px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Q74VqXYLu00/Svg2-4I3SSI/AAAAAAAAIu8/JgiutDctGYY/s720/IMG_3055wtmk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://gourmetinvitations.blogspot.com/2009/11/kellis-vintage-lace-wedding.html">here</a><br /><br /></span></div>I stumbled across this invitation from <a href="http://www.gourmetinvitations.com/">Gourmet Invitations</a> this lunchtime. Don't you just want to eat it? I'm loving the little lacy design at the top, too.<br /><br />Nom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-146266259309705656?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-38046026312862148922009-10-03T18:20:00.003+01:002009-10-03T18:24:59.425+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vdXM_PVAHI/SpQz-tWSLoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9BcFLLjlmyo/s1600/e13774image3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3vdXM_PVAHI/SpQz-tWSLoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/9BcFLLjlmyo/s1600/e13774image3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/09/15/our-big-top-wedding/"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This light is the kind of light that makes you want to order a Delicious Drink from the bar and gather your friends, your <span style="font-style: italic;">really good</span> friends, and sit around on squishy seats and talk and laugh while in the background music plays and all around you there is fun and laughter and joy. <br /><br />This light is perfect.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3804602631286214892?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-42592466698114447842009-10-03T11:13:00.006+01:002009-10-03T11:26:44.815+01:00A couple of nights ago I checked my phone after the boy and I had watched a film to find several missed calls from home and a text from Beloved Sister saying simply 'Call Me!'<br /><br />Me, I am the Kind who gets Stressed at this kind of message. Instant thoughts of mothers lost at sea, houses on fire, tornado warnings in the South of England.<br /><br />Luckily (and some may say predictably, but I would say to them that each of those worrying scenarios is HIGHLY LIKELY IN MY BRAIN) the message was a good one.<br /><br />Beloved Sister has a wedding dress.<br /><br />It is a beautiful wedding dress.<br /><br />It is a wedding dress that she tried on once before, but it was only on returning to the charming, tiny little shop with the smiling and friendly lady that the stars aligned and the dress Felt Right. May I present to you:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4mgiselle.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/8371_b1_0802202310061.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 362px;" src="http://4mgiselle.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/8371_b1_0802202310061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://4mgiselle.wordpress.com/2008/09/">here</a><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Beloved Sist</span>er's wedding dress. It is a Justin Alexander style 8371, known in the right circles as 'the sparkle dress'. It is floaty and light and just perfect on her tiny little frame. What's more she also bought the veil that she originally tried it on with, a rather lovely fingertip length veil with crystal droplets all around that shimmer and shine and make her smile, a big glowy kind of smile. <br /><br />My mother is very relieved.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-4259246669811444784?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-39120268100594122862009-09-16T19:50:00.006+01:002009-09-16T20:05:24.144+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.80356032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 383px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.80356032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=27922716&amp;ref=fp_feat_1">here</a></span></div><br />Have you ever seen something quite so mesmerising? I am mesmerised. It is truth and beauty. I also very seriously considered buying it which, seeing as how I'm not looking at a proposal for at least another couple of years, is MADNESS. But that is just what this veil does to me. <br /><br />I might have to make it my screensaver. Or put a picture of it on my wall.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3912026810059412286?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-7252923326652512072009-08-28T16:41:00.008+01:002009-09-04T13:39:19.060+01:00What a revelation the last 2 months have been. Who knew that working 9-5 was such a time suck? I had heard of such rumours, but it wasn't until I got back at 6pm every night to be in bed by 10pm that I realised, inbetween eating and cleaning and spending time with actual human companions, there isn't much time for blogs.<br /><br />Myself, I am quite the loner at times; I would happily come home from a day on the job and curl up on the sofa and read about mystical lands of crafts and families and weddings and photography and look at beautiful photo after beautiful photo and get lost in my imagination. But I have a wonderful boy who cares for me a great deal and doesn't like it when I am lost to the real world. He likes it when we go out and eat and watch films and laugh. All this going out and eating and watching films and laughing means that there isn't much time for blogs.<br /><br />So now my google reader is on 1000+ items and it has been for nigh 3 months now. I don't see how I can ever get back to the stage of reading all the posts from all the blogs I love. <br /><br />But what I do have is a fun, fun job. I'm learning such a lot everyday (both about what I do and what I don't want to do when I run my own business - for I WILL run my own business someday. The more I say it the more I convince myself that it can happen). And my weekends are filled with trips - wedding dress shopping with my sister, visiting the boy's family, the wedding of a friend of the boy, and today we are going to York to see my Gran. She is so old and frail now, any trips we can see her are precious. She has only met the boy once, and I dearly want them to be better acquainted should it occur that she cannot make it when we get married in a few years. Already we are not sure she will be coming to Beloved Sister's wedding in June which breaks my heart. <br /><br />So! This weekend will be filled with cream teas at little York cafes and fudge and cold northern breezes (the best kind of cold breeze) and listening to stories about everything and nothing (my Gran can talk for hours). And we will buy magazines and snuggle on the train as we whizz north listening to beautiful music.<br /><br />I can't wait.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-725292332665251207?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-4163427019164175132009-08-04T13:40:00.003+01:002009-08-04T13:45:47.480+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://abeautifuldayphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Nancy-and-LaDeana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 126px;" src="http://abeautifuldayphotography.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Nancy-and-LaDeana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://abeautifuldayphotography.com/blog/2009/08/03/panorama-wedding-photography-deana-and-nanc/comment-page-1/#comment-2311">here</a><br /></span></div><br />What a great version of the 'everyone together now' shot. This is the kind of photo that you want framed and up on your wall, for sure.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-416342701916417513?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-71941783647409883152009-07-30T13:45:00.003+01:002009-07-30T13:55:15.927+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://offbeatbride.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/katamari-damacy-wedding-invitations.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 251px;" src="http://offbeatbride.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/katamari-damacy-wedding-invitations.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://offbeatbride.com/2009/07/katamari-damacy-wedding#referrer"><span style="font-size:78%;">here<br /></span></a></div><br />I've <a href="http://waffleandbear.blogspot.com/2009/04/nerd-with-me.html">mentioned before</a> my nerdy love for webcomics, and I'm so super excited to see someone incorporate them into their wedding! Check out these <a href="http://www.xkcd.com">xkcd</a> invitations!<br /><br />Man. I wish I had been to their wedding.<br /><br />via <a href="http://offbeatbride.com/2009/07/katamari-damacy-wedding#referrer">Offbeat Bride</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7194178364740988315?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-6253346493712206442009-07-26T14:15:00.003+01:002009-07-26T14:22:53.124+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2490/3740727915_8cdac1126b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2490/3740727915_8cdac1126b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ah, cupcake flower arrangement. I do believe that you and I were destined to meet. It was only a matter of time.<br /><br />I am actually the Queen of Cupcake Paraphernalia. It started before cupcakes were cool, as stereotypical as that is to say, waaay back when I was about 15. I have more cupcake belongings that one person should own, and every birthday, when I receive yet more cupcake-based cards and cupcake-shaped presents, I realise once again how DAMN AWESOME this is.<br /><br />I think this would look just as cute with baby's breath and a big red rose on the top. If cupcakes were just as much the boy's things as mine, then these would DEFINITELY be gracing our tables, fo' sho'.<br /><br />via <a href="http://dabbled.org/2009/07/cupcake-flower-arrangement.html">Dabbled</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-625334649371220644?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-6052887657031009612009-07-26T12:59:00.003+01:002009-07-26T14:35:30.325+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/22/il-430x047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 362px;" src="http://www.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/22/il-430x047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This ring... when the boy proposes, boy howdy I hope it is with this ring. I'm not a fan of your usual diamond-in-setting type rings (simply because they are so usual, rather than actually disliking them), so this ring... boy. This ring. Wow. <br /><br />It's by <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6059010">Sea Babe Jewellery</a> but it's no longer in the shop, meaning I might just have to cry myself to sleep tonight.<br /><br />via <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/07/24/for-the-love-of-etsy-part-2/">Weddingbee</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-605288765703100961?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-35884888273205683832009-07-19T17:25:00.006+01:002009-07-19T18:03:36.068+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">So I have a wedding coming up in August (a good friend of the boy) and need to find me an awesome gift. Here is what I'm looking at so far - how about...<br /><br />Custom cushions?<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.79940870.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 370px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.79940870.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.79940870.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=27799207">here</a></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Engraved stone?<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.78081093.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 371px;" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.78081093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=27245693"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Aprons (customised with their names etc)?<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.80455431.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 278px;" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.80455431.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=27953317&amp;ref=cat2_list_2">here</a></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Any other ideas? Other things I've thought of include custom towels, a hand-engraved box and custom wooden coasters. OR of course I could buy them gifts from their registry.<br /><br />Way less fun.<br /></div></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3588488827320568383?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-19948602101868808252009-07-10T13:30:00.002+01:002009-07-10T13:33:31.223+01:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Dear Google Reader,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Just so you know, it's not your fault. Things just happen this way sometimes, you know? Truly, it's not you, it's me. I'm just struggling with a lot of other commitments at the moment. I can see all the unread things you have for me, and I hope that one day soon, when my internet is back, we can enjoy the cosy evenings we used to spend together once again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Always yours,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Suzie</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-1994860210186880825?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-72812674930873118052009-07-02T09:00:00.003+01:002009-07-02T09:00:40.501+01:00So I officially start my new job today! I am as excited as a bee on a honey plant! I bought a filofax and everything!<br /><br />It's one step towards my wedding-planning-based dreams; an events management internship. Sure, it'll be organising business networking events rather than weddings, but it's the same skills. Actually, I've been really lucky in getting this gig - it's a small company so I'll be organising these myself, getting all kinds of first hand experience. I can't wait! Eee!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Although, to tell you the truth, I'm also kind of terrified. <br /><br />What if I suck? Wedding planning is kind of my dream. I'm so afraid that I'll try organising events and it turns out that I can't do it so I have to get a job in an office with a stapler that goes missing every second day and a boss who keeps forgetting my name and I hate it but realise that I have nothing else that I can offer in the world of work. I want this so much. I honestly don't know what I want to do if I can't do weddings, in some form or another. I have no backup plan. <br /><br />I once read somewhere that everyone faces the same obstacles when trying to achieve a particular goal; you'll only get there if you hurdle more obstacles than everyone else. Everyone else is facing the same problems as me: afraid that they'll suck, worried and anxious and with no idea what they're doing. For me to do this I need to deal with all of these.<br /><br />I really, really want this to work out. <br /><br />Keep your fingers crossed for me, please?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7281267493087311805?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-87812227913873442202009-06-27T14:00:00.000+01:002009-06-27T14:00:11.790+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.70634401.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 494px;" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.70634401.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=25021282">here</a></span><br /></div><br />What a fine thing this would be to adorn the neck of a lady in a state of matrimony.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8781222791387344220?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-21007350266680558232009-06-27T10:00:00.000+01:002009-06-27T10:00:25.309+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.atypyk-e-shop.com/boutique_us/images_produits/AT26110_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 292px;" src="http://www.atypyk-e-shop.com/boutique_us/images_produits/AT26110_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.atypyk-e-shop.com/boutique_us/fiche_produit.cfm?ref=AT26110&amp;type=5&amp;code_lg=lg_us&amp;num=0">here</a></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'm not all about the throwing little pieces of paper at people (give me some petals or birdseed anyday) but something about this caught my eye. <span style="font-style: italic;">Black confetti?</span> My goodness. My very, very goodness. It's almost too cool to exist. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And yet it does.</span><br /><br />I must organise some affair that is glamorous enough to warrant this. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2100735026668055823?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-58121647454597003872009-06-26T20:58:00.000+01:002009-06-26T21:05:34.858+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.craftzine.com/CardboardCastle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 525px;" src="http://blog.craftzine.com/CardboardCastle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">via <a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2008/10/ann_woods_cardboard_castle.html">craft</a></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.designspongeonline.com.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/annewoodpeek2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 383px;" src="http://assets.designspongeonline.com.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/annewoodpeek2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">via <a href="http://www.designspongeonline.com/2009/05/sneak-peek-ann-wood.html">design*sponge</a></span><br /></div><br />If someone out there is having a fairytale theme, would you please use this cardboard castle as your envelope box? Or perhaps at your escort card table? Or indeed anywhere at all in your wedding? k thanx.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-5812164745459700387?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-34127098831757325822009-06-26T20:00:00.001+01:002010-12-14T12:27:47.972ZToday concluded the second part of our adventures, this time covering the regions of Thame and Aylesbury. First stop: <a href="http://www.anna-mcdonald.com/">Anna McDonald</a>. One word: amazing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anna-mcdonald.com/Images/gallery/full/7.jpg"><br /></a><br />Seriously, this might have been one of the best wedding dress shopping experiences ever experienced by mankind. Anna is one of those people who is utterly wonderful; friendly, helpful, generally delightful. And her shop is truly beautiful. There wasn't a huge range of dresses, but the service was impeccable and the experience wonderful. <br /><br />Beloved Sister found a couple of contenders, which for our reference purposes were named Lacy and Sparkle, both in the Justin Alexander collection. (Alas Beloved Mother escaped with the reference numbers so I cannot link you right now!) It was the same dilemma repeated though; Lacy was slinky and mermaid style, while Sparkle was fitted, then with a large A-line studded with diamante. Both were very lovely dresses but both <span style="font-style: italic;">totally</span> different styles, and Beloved Sister simply could not decide between the two looks.<br /><br />The second shop was <a href="http://www.bridalwearaylesbury.co.uk/">The Bridal House</a>, near Aylesbury. Again, great service here (how lucky we are!) and another load of great dresses. This time Beloved Sister tried on several of both of the contending styles; 2058A, 1033 and 930 (below), all <a href="http://www.benjaminroberts.co.uk/latest_collection.htm">Benjamin Roberts</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aliyarose.co.uk/dresses/br/930.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 452px;" src="http://www.aliyarose.co.uk/dresses/br/930.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />And her conclusion? It simply has to be A-line. Despite the fact that she'd convinced herself that she wanted a fitted mermaid style, it turns out that bigger skirts also look fantastic on her, and she just feels more like a bride in them. We are all happy that she has decided on a particular style :)<br /><br />My favourite on her was the 2058A which is so new that I can't get a picture of it. Oddly, it isn't a dress that I would say was outstanding. Rather, it somehow just.. fits her. It is summery and light and delicate and over all beautiful. It made me secretly tear up to think of her getting married in it - but I shan't say, because at this point she is easily influenced by our opinions and I want her to love the dress, not love that <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> love the dress. Additionally she found the fabric kind of scratchy (she likened it to a net curtain) and I don't know if she should really get married in something that will irritate her all night.<br /><br />But - we have a decision! Of sorts! Let it be known henceforth that Beloved Sister's dress will be A-line.<br /><br />Sheesh, it took a long (fun) time to get to that point.<br /><br />I wonder how long it will take her to find a dress?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3412709883175732582?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-65297669192158362482009-06-19T21:24:00.000+01:002009-06-20T08:04:09.084+01:00Darn you, deceivingly large new kitchen floorspace! How innocent you looked, gloating at us with your dirty grey grout. How mockingly we mocked your colour. How easily we envisaged converting you to a pristine, glorious white.<br /><br />Let's just say I almost grouted my toes together and leave it at that, mkay?<br /><br />Meanwhile here is an arch that makes me want an arch, and I'm not all that hung up on arches in the first place. Mostly it's the bright blue crystal droplets me thinks. Love love love.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/melissa12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 577px;" src="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/melissa12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Arch by <a href="http://www.thetreasuredpetal.com/">The Treasured Petal</a>, photo by <a href="http://www.tristalerit.com/blog/">Trista Lerit</a>, via <a href="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/2009/06/19/a-breezy-blue-wedding/">Weddingbee Pro</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6529766919215836248?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-4764593943021880812009-06-16T00:05:00.000+01:002009-06-16T00:08:43.537+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/08/3603895.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 247px;" src="http://www.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/08/3603895.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/06/08/pro-ice-cream-cupcakes/"><br />Princess Lasertron</a> created these icecream cupcakes for a friend's dinner party. Yes, that is <span style="font-style: italic;">icecream cupcakes.</span> I kind of feel like there is nothing more left to strive for in the world now. <br /><br />The pinnacle has been reached. And it's a chilly, delicious peak.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-476459394302188081?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-65810962516247775142009-06-11T23:53:00.000+01:002009-06-11T23:56:24.644+01:00I'm in the process of moving into a glorious little new abode, so apologies for the absence, and no posts for a couple more weeks yet while we figure out the ins and outs of tile paint and how to fix that darn window lock. Also the boy and I are off to Chester for a few days! Glorious hurrahs! <br />Back soon, keep my seat for me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6581096251624777514?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-5021484433882738312009-06-05T23:55:00.000+01:002009-06-06T00:00:36.827+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sarahmagid.com/cakeimages/daisymae.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 319px;" src="http://www.sarahmagid.com/cakeimages/daisymae.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://greylikesweddings.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/picture-1.png?w=419"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 301px;" src="http://greylikesweddings.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/picture-1.png?w=419" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />My good gosh, how delightful are the colours of these cakes? They are art. Beautiful, organic, delicious-looking art. And the <a href="http://www.sarahmagid.com/index.html">website</a> is a dream, too.<br /><br />by <a href="http://www.sarahmagid.com/index.html">Sarah Magid</a> via <a href="http://greylikesweddings.wordpress.com/2009/06/05/happy-friday/">grey likes weddings</a> via <a href="http://ohjoy.blogs.com/my_weblog/2009/06/cake-love.html">Oh joy!</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-502148443388273831?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-3155015955895175122009-06-05T00:55:00.000+01:002009-06-05T00:59:24.365+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.thehandcraftedwedding.com/.a/6a00df3523e20b8834011570bea89b970b-pi"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 120px;" src="http://blog.thehandcraftedwedding.com/.a/6a00df3523e20b8834011570bea89b970b-pi" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Button bouquets don't normally do anything for me ('what's that?!' I hear you cry, '<span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> disliking something buttony?'. Aye, tis true) but there's something about the relentless happiness of these colours that just cheers me up and makes me want to grab these.<br /><br />They look friendly. I would perhaps name them.<br /><br />via <a href="http://blog.thehandcraftedwedding.com/handcrafted_wedding/2009/06/because-i-said-so.html">handcrafted: a cure for the common wedding</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-315501595589517512?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-42681518022210992322009-06-04T17:40:00.000+01:002009-06-05T01:02:28.893+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alwaysablogsmaid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/j_s_std1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 538px;" src="http://alwaysablogsmaid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/j_s_std1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://alwaysablogsmaid.com/etiquette-invitations/a-save-the-date-to-smile-about">here</a></span></div><br />Hopefully I'll never be in a position where I have to worry about invitations <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> save-the-dates; however, this save-the-date is simply marvellous. Personally I think this has enough snazz and pizzaz and general z's to make it a full-blown invite of glory!<br /><br />The killer: those one-liners<br /><br /><em>Tears will be shed, Knots will be tied.<br />The phrase “Its about time” will be muttered. <br />You can say you knew them before the change in tax status.<br />Perhaps you have prior obligations on Nov. 14th? Cancel Them.<br />Our guarantee to you: An adequate time will be had by all.<br />More mail shall be forthcoming- collectible souveneir map included.</em><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br />I hope our invitations turn out this sassy. Gotta love some sass.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-4268151802221099232?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-62919784074485054042009-06-02T11:12:00.000+01:002009-06-02T11:23:03.922+01:00I'm a pretty fussy eater on occasion, and alas hors d'oeuvres are one of those occasions. There are just so few of them that I like! They tend to have bizarre combinations and feature foods that I really would rather weren't invented. So on that note, what can you serve - that isn't the traditional - at the 'cocktail' part of the reception?<br /><br />How about fruit sushi?<br /><br />This appeals to me in all the right ways. Light and delicious, but <span style="font-style: italic;">awesome</span> because no-one is expecting it to be what it is.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://puregreeni.us/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/fruit-sushi-time.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 201px;" src="http://puregreeni.us/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/fruit-sushi-time.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://puregreeni.us/page/3">here</a><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/1f/ce/07/fruit-sushi-for-breakfast.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 316px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/1f/ce/07/fruit-sushi-for-breakfast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/ShowUserReviews-g295424-d1008503-r22992391-Westin_Dubai_Mina_Seyahi_Beach_Resort_Marina-Dubai.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://catchingfireflies.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451dba369e20112793dcdcd28a4-800wi"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 870px;" src="http://catchingfireflies.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451dba369e20112793dcdcd28a4-800wi" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://catchingfireflies.typepad.com/catching_fireflies/hip_websites/">here</a></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Seriously, how freaking adorable is this stuff? </span>It's so cute and bright and happy. The perfect appetizer. Go. Go make it now.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6291978407448505404?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-83309617097268779702009-06-02T10:18:00.001+01:002009-06-02T10:23:57.852+01:00If we have a wedding video (my parents inadvertantly ended up with one after being on the news, and I love how we can watch their wedding, so I would quite like one really) I want this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WwkN_EUhJc">song by Mew</a> as the background music. Love love love it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeiscarbon.com/photos/uncategorized/mew1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.lifeiscarbon.com/photos/uncategorized/mew1.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.lifeiscarbon.com/weblog/2006/11/mew.html">here</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8330961709726877970?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-39321007928577821082009-06-02T09:52:00.000+01:002009-06-02T10:01:14.902+01:00In light of the neccessity of <a href="http://waffleandbear.blogspot.com/2009/05/cake-contender.html">teal</a> I have drawn up two new inspiration boards for Beloved Sister. One focusses on the teal-and-crystal thing she thinks would help brighten up the very dark reception hall, and the other on teal-and-orchids, which she just spotted and has fallen for.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlBENWpKeU5OM2hHak5UQ1hYV0hFWmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlBENWpKeU5OM2hHak5UQ1hYV0hFWmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/teal_crystal/set?id=9085426">teal and crystal</a></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnJBNE9VbEZQM2hHSGRGamhYV0hFWmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnJBNE9VbEZQM2hHSGRGamhYV0hFWmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/teal_orchids/set?id=9162748">teal and orchids</a></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3932100792857782108?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-75346059721619322052009-06-02T09:04:00.000+01:002009-06-02T09:49:35.916+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.marthastewart.com/images/content/pub/weddings/2005Q4/a101079_win05_cymbdm_xl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 450px;" src="http://images.marthastewart.com/images/content/pub/weddings/2005Q4/a101079_win05_cymbdm_xl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.marthastewartweddings.com/">here</a><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.everlastingbouquetsonline.com/photogallery_0708/brides/fullsize/row1_composite4_fs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 335px;" src="http://www.everlastingbouquetsonline.com/photogallery_0708/brides/fullsize/row1_composite4_fs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.everlastingbouquetsonline.com/photos_main.html"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I love me some of this giant-flower action. I am drawn to anything not of the correct size - be it seriously tiny or huge - so these are like catnip to me.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7534605972161932205?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-88896528702674677162009-06-01T20:53:00.000+01:002009-06-01T21:11:57.565+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.folio.weddingbeepro.com/374.3201544699_5f26b0ee30.jpg.resize"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 367px;" src="http://pics.folio.weddingbeepro.com/374.3201544699_5f26b0ee30.jpg.resize" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.crystalkluge.com/index.html">Crystal Kluge</a>, I might have to steal you for my own. You can write me notes on my cereal boxes in the mornings and hand-letter my envelopes when I send off my bills and leave me little messages on the countertops. <br /><br />Would you accept home and board in payment for writing me beautiful things every day?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crystalkluge.com/images/lettering/let_03_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 270px;" src="http://www.crystalkluge.com/images/lettering/let_03_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crystalkluge.com/images/lettering/let_02_l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.crystalkluge.com/images/lettering/let_02_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Seriously now. Way too gorgeous. <br /><br />Images from her <a href="http://www.crystalkluge.com/index.html">website</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8889652870267467716?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-88165897165502153112009-06-01T19:09:00.000+01:002009-06-01T20:40:52.353+01:00<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Falling in L<span class="il">ove</span> is Like Owning a D<span class="il">og</span><br />An Epithalamion by <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/2009/06/01/wedding-inspiration-incredibly-appropriate-readings/www.taylormali.com">Taylor Mali</a></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center;">First of all, it’s a big responsibility,<br />especially in a city like New York.<br />So think long and hard before deciding on <span class="il">love</span>.<br />On the other hand, <span class="il">love</span> gives you a sense of security:<br />when you’re walking down the street late at night<br />and you have a leash on <span class="il">love</span><br />ain’t no one going to mess with you.<br />Because crooks and muggers think <span class="il">love</span> is unpredictable.<br />Who knows what <span class="il">love</span> could do in its own defense?</p> <p style="text-align: center;">On cold winter nights, <span class="il">love</span> is warm.<br />It lies between you and lives and breathes<br />and makes funny noises.<br /><span class="il">Love</span> wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.<br />It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span class="il">Love</span> doesn’t like being left alone for long.<br />But come home and <span class="il">love</span> is always happy to see you.<br />It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,<br />but you can never be mad at <span class="il">love</span> for long.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Is <span class="il">love</span> good all the time? No! No!<br /><span class="il">Love</span> can be bad. Bad, <span class="il">love</span>, bad! Very bad <span class="il">love</span>.</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span class="il">Love</span> makes messes.<br /><span class="il">Love</span> leaves you little surprises here and there.<br /><span class="il">Love</span> needs lots of cleaning up after.<br />Sometimes you just want to get <span class="il">love</span> fixed.<br />Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper<br />and swat <span class="il">love</span> on the nose,<br />not so much to cause pain,<br />just to let <span class="il">love</span> know Don’t you ever do that again!</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Sometimes <span class="il">love</span> just wants to go for a nice long walk.<br />Because <span class="il">love</span> loves exercise.<br />It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.<br />It pulls you in several different directions at once,<br />or winds around and around you<br />until you’re all wound up and can’t move.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">But <span class="il">love</span> makes you meet people wherever you go.<br />People who have nothing in common but <span class="il">love</span><br />stop and talk to each other on the street.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Throw things away and <span class="il">love</span> will bring them back,<br />again, and again, and again.<br />But most of all, <span class="il">love</span> needs <span class="il">love</span>, lots of it.<br />And in return, <span class="il">love</span> loves you and never stops.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">I adore this. Totally. <br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">via <a href="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/2009/06/01/wedding-inspiration-incredibly-appropriate-readings/">Weddingbee Pro</a><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8816589716550215311?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-80733498511150140652009-05-31T15:09:00.000+01:002009-05-31T15:17:09.753+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3220373277_b07cd2da12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 367px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3220373277_b07cd2da12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.bakeitpretty.com/blog/?p=82">here</a></span><br /></div><br />The moment I saw these teeny tiny button-shaped chocolates I fell seriously and swoonfully in love. But now there is another button-based delight vying for my button-based love. May I present to you: <span style="font-style: italic;">the button cake.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://churchillinc.net/images/fun/buttons.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://churchillinc.net/images/fun/buttons.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://churchillinc.net/fun/buttons.htm"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">via <a href="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/2009/05/29/cute-as-a-button-wedding-buttons-and-weddings-a-sweet-duo/">Weddingbee Pro</a><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8073349851115014065?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-63513066142322543752009-05-30T15:34:00.001+01:002009-06-26T21:08:24.975+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/hosted/images/c?q=1d10689788153cc6_landing"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 232px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/hosted/images/c?q=1d10689788153cc6_landing" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://images.google.com/hosted/life/l?imgurl=1d10689788153cc6&amp;q=60s%20makeup&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3D60s%2Bmakeup%26ndsp%3D18%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-GB:official%26sa%3DN%26start%3D18%26um%3D1">here</a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I'll be the first to admit that sometimes I think I was born in the wrong era, fashion-wise. Sixties fashions just <span style="font-style: italic;">suit</span> me. And I love them for it. Mini-dresses, boots, hats; I'll be sorely tempted to go all-out sixties style when it comes to choosing my Wedding Gear. But great as the temptation is, I doubt that I will have the confidence to pull off something like that.<br /><br />However, one part I most definitely hope to incorporate is the make-up. Loooooooove the eye make-up. Would marry the eye make-up.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/463335123_b9432b7a72_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 144px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/463335123_b9432b7a72_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://amazonvera.livejournal.com/tag/theatre"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/Doll_Heart/screen04.jpg?t=1243695138"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 244px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v429/Doll_Heart/screen04.jpg?t=1243695138" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/60s%20eye%20make%20up/Doll_Heart/screen04.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Ah, that thick top line, those huge dark lashes. How I love you so.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6351306614232254375?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-91713352167641352452009-05-30T14:32:00.001+01:002009-05-30T15:19:35.936+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/2843891632_4df7ce132c.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/2843891632_4df7ce132c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/letthemeatcakes/2843891632/">here</a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />It appears that Sister's Wedding colour is going to be chosen around.. my hair.<br /><br />Yes, really.<br /><br />Being chief bridesmaid (Sister doesn't use the term Maid of Honour; I'm thinking of just referring to myself as The Chief) Sister wants to make sure that whatever colour dress she picks for me will go with my 'interesting' colour of hair. I'm a kind of awkward strawberry blonde; not red enough to be considered a red head but definitely not classed in the blonde category either. I consider myself of the ginger sect nonetheless:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v298/210/73/223408445/n223408445_7136837_8262.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v298/210/73/223408445/n223408445_7136837_8262.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>(a terrible photo of my ear piercing for hair colour purposes)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The result of this is that Sister is thinking along the lines of dark teal/turquoise as a dress option, as a colour to complement the ginger-ness. The result of <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>is that other things will match said bridesmaid dress; Sister's Fiancee's tie, the ribbons around the candle holders, details on the invitation, the ribbons on the cake.<br /><br />Cue cake.<br /></div></div></div></div><br />I rather like it, actually.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-9171335216764135245?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-48183818321877873442009-05-30T13:44:00.000+01:002009-05-30T14:06:28.360+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.52091170.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 486px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.52091170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.52093480.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 554px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.52093480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.47983132.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 343px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.47983132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.19804842.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 437px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.19804842.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">There is no way that a cutesy-dressing</span> gal like me could pull off wonderful creations such as these, but oh my.. how very wonderful they are.<br /><br />From etsy seller <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5503177">LestatCouture</a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-4818381832187787344?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-27968186895572922152009-05-29T10:00:00.000+01:002009-05-29T10:08:23.525+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>"In summation. This whole [event] thing comes down to one simple thing. The hosts. If the people throwing your [event] turn it into a whole parade about how wonderful and creative they are at planning parties, it won't be a good time. Like the over zealous Mom that ruins a wedding because she gets so hell bent and blind on making this "perfect" thing for everyone to be envious of."<br /><br />- Ryan, <a href="http://pacingthepanicroom.blogspot.com/">Pacing the Panic Room<br /></a></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><br />So, yeah. All these snazzy cookies and crazy-cute dresses and colourful drinks really mean zilch unless it's about you; it's what you want, and you're having fun, and your guests are having fun. None of these things will make a wedding perfect; by colour coordinating, or fitting the theme, or being displayed <span style="font-style: italic;">just so</span> for people to 'ooh' at. But they can make you smile. And they can make your guests giggle and relax and have a good time. <br /><br />And <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> is why I would like rainbow cookies.<br /></div><blockquote></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2796818689557292215?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-78191268473845265012009-05-28T20:40:00.000+01:002009-05-28T20:48:13.311+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.70296833.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 548px;" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.70296833.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.71680005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 544px;" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.71680005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Recycled yarn, eco-oriented <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7360916">shop</a>; you know you want to. Go on. I dare you.<br /><br />Found via <a href="http://2000dollarwedding.com/2009/05/contest-enter-to-win-handmade-flowers.html">2000 Dollar Wedding</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-7819126847384526501?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-80631243519292842142009-05-28T18:37:00.000+01:002009-05-28T18:48:55.353+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ5LBp6uG_Y/ShyIaEH5joI/AAAAAAAACVc/XXH2lxduIxE/s1600/IMG_3995.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bJ5LBp6uG_Y/ShyIaEH5joI/AAAAAAAACVc/XXH2lxduIxE/s1600/IMG_3995.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />These cookies were literally dreamed up by <a href="http://colormekatie.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html">Color Me Katie</a> - I just love them. One of these would be sure to brighten up the side of a post-dinner/during-speeches cup of coffee.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8063124351929284214?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-30407692920479183392009-05-23T13:29:00.000+01:002009-05-23T13:37:32.809+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJSI89AtK0M/SgyXrxM0eUI/AAAAAAAAFMs/ULxf1yWv_eY/s1600/step13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 563px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJSI89AtK0M/SgyXrxM0eUI/AAAAAAAAFMs/ULxf1yWv_eY/s1600/step13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I think it would look so adorable to have one of these on each table as a whimsical centrepiece, with different coloured ribbons and flowers.<br /><br /><a href="http://cathiefilian.blogspot.com/2009/05/dollar-store-do-over-no-calorie-cake.html">Cathy Filian</a> kindly explains how to make this cute-as-heck <a href="http://cathiefilian.blogspot.com/2009/05/dollar-store-do-over-no-calorie-cake.html">moss cake</a> from naught but a tortilla warmer, glass candle holder and green taper candles. Genius, much?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3040769292047918339?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-32485778738703405442009-05-23T10:47:00.000+01:002009-05-23T10:54:49.398+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrR67zTrGdA/ShWDdWidTpI/AAAAAAAAEB4/ZdV_YuIIxL8/s1600/strawberry%2Bbouquet%2Bdesigner%2Bco-op.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jrR67zTrGdA/ShWDdWidTpI/AAAAAAAAEB4/ZdV_YuIIxL8/s1600/strawberry%2Bbouquet%2Bdesigner%2Bco-op.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">from <a href="http://thedesignersco-op.com/">here</a>, found via <a href="http://littlewinterbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/strawberry-bouquet.html">little winter bride</a> via <a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-great-memorial-day-weekend.html">A Cup Of Jo</a><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Amazing. <br /><br />Although I'd be concerned about one of them going all over the various stainable wedding party items. <br /><br />It is highly likely that I would squish one.<br /><br />Or eat one.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-3248577873870340544?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-40655705117019094512009-05-22T23:12:00.000+01:002009-05-22T23:15:25.657+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqbclGquRAE/ShV44RdXHZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rGDD_mdY9Wo/s1600/bunny-ring.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WqbclGquRAE/ShV44RdXHZI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rGDD_mdY9Wo/s1600/bunny-ring.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />or.. or both?<br /><br />via <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/22/the-last-youll-hear-about-the-nonwedding/">Weddingbee</a> via <a href="http://www.rocknrollbride.com/2009/04/wonderland-wedding/">Rock 'n Roll Bride</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-4065570511701909451?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-28505073117106537362009-05-22T19:18:00.000+01:002009-05-22T19:24:05.999+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.70678068.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 323px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.70678068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_2&amp;listing_id=24160028"><span style="font-size:78%;">here</span></a></div><br />Man, you guys. Handstitched lovliness indeed. Made by the ever-wonderful Lupin; <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5032903">etsy</a> and <a href="http://bugsandfishes.blogspot.com/">blog</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2850507311710653736?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-41617885849119000422009-05-22T18:12:00.000+01:002009-05-22T18:20:27.307+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/bouquets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/bouquets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo by <a href="http://www.platinumweddingsbykerrie.com/">Platinum Weddings by Kerrie</a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></div>This clever, clever lady had simple, lime green spider mums wrapped in ribbon for her bridesmaid bouquets. What a clever lady. <br /><br />Found over at <a href="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/2009/05/21/a-closer-look-kathy-and-greggs-wedding/">Weddingbee PRO</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-4161788584911900042?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-87379053433597562412009-05-21T11:44:00.000+01:002009-05-21T11:48:21.294+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.68444086.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 229px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.68444086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.66081371.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 228px;" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.66081371.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Diamonds and pearls are the traditional bridal jewellery - but who said they have to be white? These delectable treasures are from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7192627">GhostShip</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8737905343359756241?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-22267116949777681282009-05-21T10:16:00.000+01:002009-05-21T10:23:55.875+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.44797095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 410px;" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.44797095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.66747612.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 306px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_430xN.66747612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.54724678.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 302px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.54724678.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.69549147.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_430xN.69549147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Um, hands up who wants some tatting on their wedding attire now?<br /><br />All from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=36519">this fabuluxe lady</a>, found via <a href="http://www.mrxstitch.com/2009/05/20/stitchgasm-pamela-quevedo/">Mr X Stitch</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2226711694977768128?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-29324300820646157252009-05-20T15:40:00.000+01:002009-05-20T17:27:18.566+01:00Berry centerpieces always seem to be reserved strictly for the Winter Brides, but to me berries are one of the best bits of summer. Raspberries! Blueberries! Strawberries! Yay!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/CLX0606COOK33DG-de.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.countryliving.com/cm/countryliving/images/CLX0606COOK33DG-de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.countryliving.com/cooking/about-food/Currant-Recipes-0606">here</a></span><br /><br /></div>Don't you want to just stick your hands in this?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.answerfitness.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/acai-berry-diet.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.answerfitness.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/acai-berry-diet.bmp" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">acai berries <a href="http://www.answerfitness.com/532/top-10-fad-diets-diet-reviews/">here</a><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />So where is all the summer berry centerpiece inspiration at? Well, I found a little over at <a href="http://2000dollarwedding.com/2008/11/edible-wedding-centerpieces.html">2000 dollar wedding</a>:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HktAq27Uy08/SSHkSHq9ZCI/AAAAAAAABrc/qySL8SZBnqk/s1600/Edible6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 415px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HktAq27Uy08/SSHkSHq9ZCI/AAAAAAAABrc/qySL8SZBnqk/s1600/Edible6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;">These are chocolate-dipped, but how cute are those strawberries all nestled in that bowl? </span>And then there are these delights:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/2716283679_e131becf30.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 418px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3149/2716283679_e131becf30.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoshiko314/2716283679/">cherries here</a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2918895543_07e56e54dd.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 201px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2918895543_07e56e54dd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/52375768@N00/2918895543/">blueberries here</a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2822785919_d41179b9ed.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 422px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2822785919_d41179b9ed.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roberts87/2822785919/">japanese wineberries here</a></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I think the secret with these cuties is the container. The wrong one and it ends up as 'I wonder where the centerpieces are; never mind there are some tasty-looking snacks set out' rather than 'oh how lovely'. It's a difficult thing to pin-point. Personally I think that beautiful, coloured, possibly elevated bowls are the way to go. Perhaps a few different sizes and colours for each table, with the table named after each berry. Cute AND delicious. Nom.<br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-2932430082064615725?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-57382450357860042472009-05-17T19:56:00.000+01:002009-05-17T19:58:31.847+01:00I have some major love for Amelie, so this kind of just made my head explode. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJ25HupQapA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJ25HupQapA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />found <a href="http://weddingsbysocialites.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-video-intro-ive-ever-seen.html">over here</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-5738245035786004247?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-67177924790597518182009-05-16T12:03:00.000+01:002009-05-16T12:04:23.271+01:00Temporary hiatus currently underway for finals! Eek!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-6717792479059751818?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1485909766775826924.post-89126785924208436492009-05-05T19:49:00.000+01:002009-05-05T19:56:43.648+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2410/1668136554_00f2e14c19.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 249px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2410/1668136554_00f2e14c19.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oliveonline/1668136554/">here</a><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I just stumbled across this absolutely gorgeous example of a stitched signature tablecloth. Unfortunately the current owner doesn't know what event it was made for, but regardless I think this would be stunning for a keepsake from a wedding. <br /><br />It was signed in pencil by the guests and then carefully stitched over in different coloured threads, although you could always colour co-ordinate it to your wedding theme, or simply have a stunning black-on-white look. So many possibilities!<br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1485909766775826924-8912678592420843649?l=waffleandbear.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>suzewearsshoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10291488694868081894noreply@blogger.com0