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The Crafting Dilemma

In Dovetails, Fiction or Not on June 26, 2012 at 9:55 pm

I recently read that DIY weddings are out.  So 2011.

I was all about that idea last week!  Now, as my wedding approaches a quick 39 days, my shopping carts at etsy have begun to bulge and may soon break…the bank.  My philosophy of letting others do it for me and putting it on the card is plain not going to work.

Thankfully, my mother has kindly and effectively intervened.  She called on a few sweet, family friends to each make little parts of the reception decor.  One’s making a ring-bearer pillow, one’s making a guest book, one is making a banner, and so on.  It’s so gracious and lovely.

Of course, I’m now realizing that I’m going to have to pull my weight and make a few things, too.

My PT cruiser is now bulging with things I just “picked up” at Lowe’s today.  I’m supposed to stir, sand, paint, nail, and design a bunch of intimidating buckets of paint, wood, and paper into something beautiful?  Outside in the 110 degree Louisiana heat?  Oh, boy.

Since I’m not a crafty gal, I’m going to have to be headstrong and determined instead.  That, I am.

Here I go.

Pictures to come, if I dare.

**Note: I did, in fact, make a few crafts and order a few others for the wedding.  I do, in fact, have pictures.  I will post them at a later date.

Our 40 Day Song

In Fiction or Not, Music on June 25, 2012 at 11:39 pm

It’s 40 days till our wedding and this tune was recorded close to one year before I got to celebrate B’s birthday for the first time with him.  I guess I really was calling out to love.

Here’s to 40 days until our wedding, B!

I’m A Woman

In Fiction or Not on June 13, 2012 at 6:23 pm

A semi-repost with lyrics:

I’m A Woman
Naphtalia

9/22/10

I am a figure of your imagination
I have fooled you to think I really like carnations
But it’s just a web I weave

Nature, nature, nomenclature
Don’t tell me who I am
Nicked and knocked, my ticks and clocks are
Part of who I am
Mixed up, then fixed up, then mixed up again
I’m a woman

I am bold and clear and I have reservations
My emotions are more like a radio station
It’s fuzzy, then you tune in

Nature, nature, nomenclature
Don’t tell me who I am
Nicked and knocked, my ticks and clocks are
Part of who I am
Mixed up, then fixed up, then mixed up again
I’m a woman

Hear my song: beauty, beauty
I sing it all night, if I’m weeping or dancing
I don’t have one way to be
I want you to start seeing me

Nature, nature, nomenclature
Don’t tell me who I am
Nicked and knocked, my ticks and clocks are
Part of who I am
Mixed up, then fixed up, then mixed up again
Woven, then torn apart, then stitched up again
I’m a woman

I am beautiful and that’s not your imagination

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