What a crapfest of a day. A completely defeating Monday where I spent 10 minutes updating my resume out of spite. Then I came home to Teh Fluffitude and made a yummy but fattening dinner, took a bath, and then had the most lengthy and perfect cuddle with the pup ever. A glimpse of the awesome dog she will be? I hope. It really helps on the meh days.
Category Archives: my precious
So this Facebook thing has really screwed up my blogging. Having an extraordinary person in my life who keeps me busy doesn’t help either. I get sucked into these stupid games, like Frontierville, because my sweet nephew talks me into playing. And then he quits playing almost immediately, leaving me to frantically harvest crap and whomp critters all by myself. I’m not proud.
Anyways, Teh Smitten and I are getting married. Next month. This is how it happened:
My sister calls after our Labor Day staycation at the Hotel Palomar in Arlington (we had a suite with a Japanese soaking tub for two – it was kind of fantastic) to see if we had gotten engaged yet. She expresses deep disappointment that we had not gotten engaged in that I’m-kidding-but-not-really sort of way. (She has been a little panicked that we might get married on the upcoming cruise in November despite my telling her repeatedly that we would not do so as it costs $2500 for a very dinky sort of to-do.) Anyway, her concern tickles me to no end and I tell Teh Smitten, who later says something like, “Well… I guess I could ruin the surprise…”
It turns out he was planning to propose on the cruise, buy the ring in St. Maarten, etc. He thought I wanted a wedding with the dress and the people, etc. Except I don’t. I want the marriage. I suggested we just go ahead and do the civil wedding thing next to file cabinets and then use the cruise as our honeymoon. He countered by suggesting a party for our friends and family in a few months and I happily agreed.
But planning the civil wedding and a small dinner with our family has ballooned a little. First, I found a dress:
$198 from Nordstom. No lie. So, I thought I’d order it and if it didn’t work, it would be a very simple thing to return. Except, it fits. Beautifully. I think it could use a little tailoring around the bust area to make sure it doesn’t gape shamefully and all. $198 and I LOVE it.
Tomorrow, my awesome minion from work, who really has become a good friend more than anything, will be headed to Nordstrom with me to meet with my personal stylist to work out a wrap, sufficient undergarments (finding a plunging bra in my size is going to be fun, and by “fun” I really mean a fucking nightmare because they don’t make plunging bras that actually provide support in a 40F), shoes, maybe a bag…
I swung by the store on my way home last night and, with the stylist’s help, picked up an ivory dress shirt, a very lovely Armani tie and pocket square for Smit, and then moseyed over to the shoe area to see if I could improve upon his current dress shoe dilemma. Why must men hold onto awful worn-out shoes? He has been quite devoted to his Bill Blass wingtips, which have seen better days. Anyways, there were a pair of Cole Hahn Nike Air technology wingtips on sale for $129. Now, if I can just convince him to “retire” the old pair.
Teh Smitten and I met at the Arlington Courthouse yesterday to pick up our marriage license and have lunch at a potential dinner venue. Getting the license was pretty painless. If Virginia allowed gay marriages it really would be a great state. We dropped the license off at the official Arlington County celebrant’s office afterward so that he could have the certificate prepared on October 23rd. He is a lovely fellow – an older gentleman who estimates he has officiated the weddings for about 54,000 couples in the last 45 years or so. Wow. His offices, not so lovely. When people say they’re getting married next to file cabinets, they’re not kidding. The officiant’s conference room is decorated in what I’d call Early 80’s Legal Office Banal. There’s a very sad looking silk flower arrangement in one corner – a nightmare of red roses in a white basket. Truly awful. At least the chairs aren’t folding chairs. And his office itself is a maze of stacks of paperwork. I can’t imagine how shocked my sister and brother-in-law will be when they compare the venue to theirs, but how much better can you do for $100 cash?
Despite my negativity towards the Wedding Industrial Complex, I find myself buying wedding favors and place cards. I’m trying to find that fine line between simple and special. It is very very hard when you have a shopping addiction. I totally see how this gets out of control very quickly. Teh Smitten gets this nervous look every time he hears me say, “Oh guess what I found today for the wedding!”
So, even if we’re only having our parents and maybe a couple friends in addition for dinner, don’t we need to have a favor of some sort? No. But I’m not letting reasonableness stop me.
I’ve ordered travertine tile magnets, sample photo on the left, from Etsy.
But it was all so easy! And then I got completely mired down in the wedding craftiness parts of Etsy, that seem to go on forever in a very Gormenghast sort of way. Its pure evil. There are personalized antique handkerchiefs, specially handmade invitation suites, apparel, headbands…
And that is when I ordered the place setting cards, as seen in the sample photo on the right for our party of approximately 15 people. So cute!!! And so very unnecessary.
We’ll be doing cupcakes instead of a wedding cake. I hear that cupcakes are passe but I don’t care. The wedding cake business is a total racket and they’re usually a dry tasteless mess. DC’s Red Velvet Cupcakery is our running favorite, and they do lovely decorations. I’ve ordered a disposable cupcake tier thingy of Amazon for it.
As for rings, we bought mine – an Art Deco estate piece circa 1925-1930 – last weekend from Pampillonia Jewelers in Dupont Circle. It is exactly what I wanted. We’re now searching for its partner for Smitty, who would also like an Art Deco look. Hopefully we will find what he wants before the wedding.
The jeweler, Richard Pampillonia, had just taken the ring out of the “cooler”, where all estate jewelry must sit for 30 days before it can be sold. He overheard that I was looking for an antique look and brought it over for us to look at. Here is a photo of me wearing the ring before it had even been shined or cleaned. It is a platinum setting with a mine cut diamond in the center, baguettes on two sides, and then about 20 teensy diamonds sprinkled around the rest of the setting.
I’m not getting a band. The ring is enough. And, yes, I’m wearing that sucker before the wedding. My mom and I had a fun 30 second argument about that until she conceded, good naturedly. It is the precious and I have become Gollum.
So, yeah. Its not really real yet. When does that happen? The night before?
It was not a major purchase, but I finally got a new loveseat. People all around me (well, okay, two people) have gotten new ones and I was full of envy. I’ve had my current loveseat since my mom bought it for me at least 10 years ago. I know. Its sad. Jennifer Convertibles made a decent product though, and it was doing well until about 9 months ago. It was fine for one person’s generous ass. Having to deal with two people’s asses for the past 18 months was just too much and the support is gone. The cushions haven’t ripped, but they lack bounce. The pillows are a bit misshapen. I’m hoping I can donate it to AmVets or something since DC regs won’t let me just put it out on the curb for the public to take away – its just a matter of having AmVets pick it up the same day the new loveseat of glory [cue angels singing] is delivered.
The new loveseat comes in a rich chocolate velvet (from Macys). Why just a loveseat? Because I live in a hobbit hole. I’m still debating getting the accent chair to go with it (it almost costs the same amount) but am afraid of overwhelming my tiny abode. Also, it would mean putting the cute but uncomfortable vintage chair into storage. At some point, Teh Smitten and I will move into a larger place and will be able to expand our available seating. We’re not in a hurry to do so in this economy. Also, I’m more interested in spending on travel than rent/mortgage. My family thinks I’m nuts. Maybe I just have a fear of housing commitment.
In other good news, things are on the verge of going completely my way at work. I hope to have a new minion by the start of March; she’s accepted the tentative (its all tentative till you pass the background check) offer and its now just a matter of getting through the remaining red tape. The Federal hiring process is horribly broken and its no wonder that its so hard to recruit the best and brightest. Also, I’ve been accepted into a prestigious leadership program for the next year. It will provide some much needed development and help me to continue to move forward. My boss, who is retiring soon, did me a huge glorious solid on getting me into the program and I’ll miss him like hell. Now if I could only get my contractor to perform at the level she should be performing.
Health-wise things could be a bit better. The rapid pulse problem is back, probably because things got a bit dicey with the job (contractor problems – one of them wasn’t doing their job which meant my workload increased significantly and I had them taken off the project; the other one isn’t performing well and is a nervous wreck because they know I’m not happy) in early January. Either I’m not dealing well with stress/anxiety or its the thyroid again. It affects my ability to sleep, my mood, my gut, etc., and the pulse medication makes me sluggish – its whole purpose is to slow you down. Taking a flight of stairs up is a slog and winds me. Teh Smitten and I have changed our diet to try and counteract things – much less red meat, more vegetables, watching the salt, more oatmeal and less eggs on weekends, etc. Lean ground turkey has replaced lean ground beef for taco nights (and we don’t use sour cream). I see the doctor the week after next. Warmer weather and longer days would be helpful – I just can’t motivate to exercise when it is dark and cold.
A trip to Florida is in the works. Just for me and just a quick weekend. I had bought a ticket for the end of March, but I now have to be in Gettysburg on the 29th to start the first week of leadership training so need to call Orbitz and reschedule. It might end up costing less to buy a new ticket at this point. A weekend of sunshine and to check on the fam would be both nice and stressful. I also need to find time for Teh Smitten and I to get away. We’ve been thinking about going up to NYC to see my friends and visit a couple famous cocktail places. Teh Smitten’s cocktail curiousity just grows and grows.
Teh Smitten and I had a nice Christmas with my family at their new home between Miami and Fort Lauderdale. The first couple days were a bit harried, but Christmas day was spent at the beach and the day after with old friends and dinner at SoBe. To help stretch out the relaxing feeling, I upgraded us to first class for the trip back on Saturday night. About an hour after we landed, we got an irate call from my niece.
Niece: Allez! You left your peepee!!! [Unintelligible yelling…] You get back here right now!!
Me: [Trying real hard not to laugh because she is SERIOUSLY shocked and dismayed that we have LEFT A MAN BEHIND.] Wait, honey, let me put you on speaker… Now tell Teh Smitten what you just said to me.
Niece: Smit! You left your peepee!!!!! [You can hear everyone over the age of 5 laughing on both sides of the line at this point.]
To freshen your memory, here is the previous post about Pipi Le Chick.
The niece had plenty to say about this very serious parental lapse on my and Teh Smitten’s part, for which I should feel lots more guilty. Pipi is very special to her as he has a delightfully soft and plaintive peep, and she knows him well from our Skype video conferences. She demanded that we return immediately and fetch our precious baby. I explained that he must have hidden from us while we were packing so that he could stay and winter with her in Florida. I asked her to take special care of him for us. She was somewhat placated.
We went to the beach on Christmas afternoon. Teh Smitten and I lounged in our chairs and read our new books. The niece crashed after about 10 minutes.
We took mercy on her wee neck and put her in a lounge chair.
So, Christmas was nice. My mom wasn’t on my case for anything. The weather was nice (maybe a little rainy for a couple days), we found a pub down there that serves Belhaven on draft as well as fried p0undcake (which is so wow), and we had a brief respite from cold and gray DC.
Its a code red day here in tropical Washington, DC, which means that people need to limit strenuous activity. I’m taking this warning as seriously as I possibly can and am limiting pretty much all activity. For serious. I just now managed to take a shower and put on clean pajamas. I’m not a complete sloth – I spent Thursday winging it to and from Chicago for a meeting and it really messed with my sinuses. Unfortunately, this means I’m not inclined to running to the liquor store for Teh Smitten so he can have a bonafide sazerac when he gets home tonight. Also, it means we’re having Totino’s pizza rolls and frozen corn for dinner. At least I have a brownie mix – dessert tends to make things better.
My niece started pre-school yesterday. Her backpack is nearly as big as she is. Why do pre-schoolers need backpacks?
Her backpack is cute in the extreme. Teh Smitten tells me he’ll pay me to get one like it and wear it to work. I accepted immediately, but what he doesn’t know is that I would have done it anyway.
I loves me cupcakes and accessories. And pizza rolls. I’ll feed Teh Smitten properly tomorrow.
We have coupons for 30% off at Off Fifth and tomorrow the quest for the Handbag of Glory continues. Or, for shoes I can wear to Manic Bride’s wedding. Maybe in canary yellow. Teh Smitten ain’t so much into handbags so he might just get jeans.