Weekend in Review and Blogger ABC's

This weekend . . .

• I test drove my new strapless bra. (Hint: Yup, it's definitely love)
• I spent time with my boys. 
• We found an awesome used bookstore. 
• I got ready for summer school.  This mostly included agonizing over what to wear but I found this awesome site that helps a lot. 
• I cruised a bunch of blogs and hence . . . this meme

A. Age: 28. No 27.  I think I should start getting younger now . . . after all, my Mama does tell everyone that she’s 35.

B. Bed size: Queen
C. Chore you hate: Laundry.  It’s endless
D. Dogs: No. . .  but I can’t wait for the day!
E. Essential start to your day: Coffee . . .  super sweet and light
F. Favorite color: Cerulean Blue closely followed by all shades of purple sans lavender.
G. Gold or silver: Silver
H. Height: 5′ 4″
I. Instruments: I played the baritone.  (How hot is that, huh)
J. Job title: Disgruntled Sales Associate
K. Kids: One future stepson
L. Live: Athens, Georgia
M. Mom’s name: Gwendolyn
N. Nicknames: Frankie, Frankles, Frankster (sense a theme?)
O. Overnight hospital stays: Never as a patient, a few as a visitor
P. Pet peeve: Jerks, White Tights and Eye shadow, and Jerks who don’t know how to drive
Q. Quote from a movie: Wow . . . how about a classic? “LEROY!”
R. Right or left handed: Right
S. Siblings: 1 Big Brother, 2 Little Sisters
T. Time you wake up: 6:00 a.m.
U. Underwear: Hanes Her Way
V. Vegetables you dislike: Collard greens-I just can’t get into it
W. What makes you run late: Any number of things but mostly lack of motivation.  I’m never late for stuff I like to do.
X. X-Rays you’ve had: None
Y. Yummy food you make: I make pretty decent cinnamon rolls.
Z. Zoo- favorite animal: the monkeys are always good for a laugh

Wedding Trends, Originality, and How It Is Done

I have, in my lifetime, attended four weddings.  One of those was in the early 90s but was 80s enough to involve shoulder pads.  The other two were aesthetic tragedies.  I'd tell the stories but you wouldn't believe me.  My lack of experience with the beast, therefore, meant that our decision to have a wedding meant that I would have to do some research into How such at thing Is properly Done.*

I found my people on the indie bridal blogosphere.  I also found this. . .

 

Common themes.  Wedding trends if you will.  Some more indie than others, but there are definite parallels.

I don't mind being trendy.  I rather enjoy it when it comes to fashion, personal style, decor, whatever.  However, as someone who struggles daily to be brave enough to be my authentic self, my wedding inspiration* feels a little too mainstream and unoriginal.

Is it still us?  Well, yes, it is inherently us.  We picked a location we loved that would be fun for our family and friend.  We don't have the blunt for formal and fancy but that's okay because that's not who we are anyway.  We are a little old-fashioned stylistically.  We like the homemade look.  We want it to be something we can do ourselves.  We are both a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll but way too fucking cool for the Osmonds.  We are casual and a little nerdy but sometimes we want to be the cool kids.  We are, apparently, what Meg over at A Practical Wedding describes as "blog chic."

We are a trend.  I don't know how I feel about that.

*Fun fact about me # 2.  I can't carry around, peruse, or even pay too much attention to bridal magazines because I feel like someone is watching me and somehow mocking me.  It's like being seen reading one of those good ole fashioned bodice ripping romance novels.  Embarrassing!

No Brides, Knot, or whatever glossy magazine with some white chick in a strapless gown on the cover for me.  I looked to the internets--as I so often do.  Double fail.  We don't have thousands of dollars to waste/spend on a wedding.  If we did, my conscience wouldn't let me.  I'm weird like that.

*More on this later . . .

I Must Be Getting Old . . .

. . . because this new-fangled technology nearly drove me to distraction today. I am a former graduate student. I have, kinda, two degrees. I am smart dammit!

But, I have to keep it real. Blogger almost foiled me today. Thank heavens for Google and my newfound love, Picasa. Without them, my posts would be picture less, sans pics as the French in France might say. Maybe a for Dummies book is in order.

It only took me an hour and a half to make that last post look the way I wanted.

I Resolve . . .

Yes, I know it's November.

Who Am I?

"So, tell me about yourself."

I hate that question in any form. Job interview. First meeting. Whatever. I dislike it because it I never know how to answer it. How can I condense the essence of my being into a neat little caption? More to the point, how do I do that without seeming really, really weird?