Lippy Stuff

This is my favorite picture of our entire wedding because, even though we're looking right at the camera, neither of us have any memory of it being taken and it completely captures us in this moment. We're married! I can honestly say I am just as happy to be married to this man as I was in that moment. Maybe even more so.

Happy Anniversary, Husband. I love you!

This is where we kissed, shortly after one of the groomsmen paused the ceremony and pulled out that stool for me to stand on. I have to confess the stool was designed to serve two purposes: 1) to add a little bit of humor, something very 'us' to the ceremony, and 2) to prevent our wedding kiss pictures from looking like something resembling a giraffe bending down to consume its dinner. Clearly, by the look on the pastor's face, we achieved #1, and no giraffes here, so mission accomplished!

The pictures I posted yesterday were taken about 1.5 hours before the ceremony started. We did not do the preview meeting before the ceremony. Under no circumstances was Matt to see me before the wedding. Period. So, after we took our bridal party pictures (separately, of course) I went back to the bridal sweet and changed back out of my dress for the long, LONG wait until the ceremony started.

That's when I started to freak out, because I realized that I was going to have to walk out there in front of all those people. And all of those people were going to stand up, turn around and look at me. ALL AT ONCE. The more I thought about this the more freaked out I became, which apparently became pretty evident on my face because at one point my mom looked at me, very concerned, and asked if I needed a glass of wine.

YES.

Finally the terrifying moment came, the doors opened and I stared down what seemed like a mile long walk to the altar, filled with the curious eyes of friends, family and strangers. Whoa. Like, Keanu Reeves WHOA. It was just a bit overwhelming. But as soon as I got to the front and stood there with Matt, everyone else faded away. I knew it was all going to be OK, and not just the ceremony, but everything. This is that moment:

The pictures I posted yesterday were taken about 1.5 hours before the ceremony started. We did not do the preview meeting before the ceremony. Under no circumstances was Matt to see me before the wedding. Period. So, after we took our bridal party pictures (separately, of course) I went back to the bridal sweet and changed back out of my dress for the long, LONG wait until the ceremony started.

That's when I started to freak out, because I realized that I was going to have to walk out there in front of all those people. And all of those people were going to stand up, turn around and look at me. ALL AT ONCE. The more I thought about this the more freaked out I became, which apparently became pretty evident on my face because at one point my mom looked at me, very concerned, and asked if I needed a glass of wine.

YES.

Finally the terrifying moment came, the doors opened and I stared down what seemed like a mile long walk to the altar, filled with the curious eyes of friends, family and strangers. Whoa. It was just a bit overwhelming. But as soon as I got to the front and stood there with Matt, everyone else faded away. I knew it was all going to be OK, and not just the ceremony, but everything. This is that moment:

Friday marks 5 years of marriage to that tall dude mentioned to the right. I love him. Oh, do I love him. To mark this impending milestone I'm posting a picture a day leading up to us being married and my favorite of all our wedding pics. Today it will actually be two pictures...one of each of us looking our best, waiting for the ceremony to start so we can be married already!

Before you read this story it's important to note that my friend, Elana, is completely responsible for all of it. It is all her fault. She recently introduced me to Sass Calamata Feta salad dressing. It was so delicious I immediately ran to the store and bought myself a bottle. I have since been unable to stop eating it. I think I've eaten a salad every day since then, not so much because I'm trying to be healthy but more because it serves as a conduit through which to consume copious amounts of this dressing. I may or may not have considered drinking it.

Last week, through a series of events that are too ridiculous to bother explaining, I left my bottle of salad dressing at her house. I stopped by to pick it up a couple of days later, happy to be reunited with my precious, er, the salad dressing. Last night Elana and her husband came over for dinner, and for part of that dinner we served salad. Except when I opened the refrigerator to pull out the dressing, it wasn't there. Both Elana and I scoured the fridge for the bottle, but it was nowhere to be found. And it is still missing. I have turned the kitchen upside down looking for it, but alas it has disappeared.

I finally gave up the search and decided to buy a new bottle so I could resume my salad binge. I happily trotted over to the produce section to grab my bottle of deliciousness only to find that they were out. Completely out. Oh sure, they had plenty of Blue Cheese and Creamy Ceasar, but no Calamata Feta. GAAAAAHHHHH!!!

I pretty much felt like this guy:

Excuse me for a minute, but may I just say I am SO OVER design blogs, specifically design blogs from California where all they do is whine about how HARD it was for them to go pick up this amazing AND cheap furniture from LA, blah blah blah. So sad. I'm so sorry you have such a plethora of EFFING AWESOME furniture at rock bottom prices that you just don't know what to do with it all. The pretentiousness is like, totally gagging me with a spoon.

UGH.

But also, I feel like design blogs are just getting ridiculous. For example:



Did you catch that? "Simply glue to a wall and arrange your things!" Let's just hope those "things" aren't too heavy. Or that you ever plan on moving out and getting your security deposit back. Seriously...NEVER glue anything to your walls. The one thing I've learned about home decor is it is an ever evolving thing, and today those Scrabble racks might be cute, but one day you're going to wake up and realize you glued Scrabble racks to your wall. Permanently. Right where you wanted to hang that new three wolf moon poster you picked up at the thrift store.


Also, I just noticed this on the PoppyTalk header (via Design Sponge):



The decayed? I don't think I want to buy anything that can be described as "decayed". Bleck.

I leave you with the one design blog feature that makes me want to gouge my eyes out every time I see it. It's just so...Stepford. Who says things like this?




That's great for you. And so kind to the environment! Well, except for those heating and cooling bills you must have since you have so many windows in your house. HA! Living in a cave has its payoffs!

Here's another gem, and my personal favorite:



Ah yes, the calm haven of my home. Wait...the laundry needs to be done? Oh, and the kitchen is a wreck? And the dog has tracked mud across the freshly mopped floor? I'd consider crawling into a closet to find calm but they're all filled to the brim with things we actually need because we have about 5 sq ft of closet space. All I can figure is this person must have a contractor to do their remodeling, a maid to do their cleaning and a decorator to pick up those awesome furnishings, because I have no idea how anyone works a full time job and manages to have such a fabulously decorated AND clean home that also isn't in disarray from the latest remodeling project.

I think I might need a vacation. (Also, I give up on figuring out these formatting issues tonight. Another day).