Monthly Archives: April 2010

Tom Ford makes me feel fancy.

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On a daily basis, I don’t wear perfume. I just don’t bother. Don’t get me wrong, I used to wear it religiously, but in the past two years I only break it out for special occasions. Why is this? Well, I’m usually covered in any variety of solvents, paint, pastel dust, sweaty work-with-my-hands-goodness, and other magical chemicals. Why am I going to put on a load of fancy perfume?

When it comes to scents, I am very picky. I tend to gravitate toward green, clean, and unisex scents– if it screams “OMG FLOWERS AND VANILLA AND BUNNIES AND ROMANCE,” I tune out. See ya, I’m out. For the wedding day, I’m just going to wear the perfume that makes me feel the fanciest and most calm. This scent will give me the most calm wedding juju possible…

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The product description describes Neroli Portofino as “A modern intercontinental version of an iconic fragrance theme, Neroli Portofino balances luminous citrus oils and floral notes with amber undertones that awaken the senses and leave a splashy yet substantive impression.

Whatevs. I love it because it’s clean and fresh, but still earthy and exotic at the same time. It’s an eau de parfum, which is totally necessary because my dumb body does not hold scents at all. To top all of that off, it’s JP’s favorite scent on me– no need to search for a “wedding day exclusive” scent. Cheers all around!

So thank you, Tom Ford, for making me feel so clean and fancy in your delicious scent.

What scent makes you feel the best? Are you wearing your standby scent, or buying something completely new for your big day?

I should be really excited!

My first shower is this Sunday, and instead of being beside myself with excitement over such a fun and (let’s face it) me-centered party, I am totally freaked out. So you know this whole show thing I’ve been doing? The whole nothing-but-art-building thing? Well, that has left me with days until my shower and absolutely nothing to wear.

My wardrobe currently consists of running clothes covered in paint, and a handful of black dresses that fit alright. I’ve lost so much weight that none of my actual go-out-in-public clothes fit. That leaves me with a hole in my wardrobe. What in the world am I going to wear to my shower?!

Being a tall lady, shopping for clothes is always a pain in the rear, especially in the dresses and skirt department. I stick to Banana Republic, Gap, and Old Navy because of their tall peeps offerings, but nothing just screams LAUREN to me at present. It also is a little stinky that I can only shop online because said stores do not offer tall sizes in-store. Bummer. So, naturally, I just spent [read: charged on my lovely mother's Banana card] an inordinate amount of money on stuff I’m not really bananas over.

1. BR Monogram Gold Sandstorm Skirt, Gray 2 Empire Ruffle Dress, Salsa. 3. Oxford shirt, Bright White 4. White Shift Dress 5. BR Monogram Gold Sandstorm Skirt, Taupe 6. Cotton/Cashmere Skinny Rib V-Neck Cardigan, Magical Green 7. Silk Bowtie Top, Papaya Orange 8. Sweetheart Exposed-Seam Cardi, Papaya Orange 9. 3/4 Sleeve Safari Shirt, Majesty

There is a possibility that some of this will look not terrible on my strange figure, but sadly there is no guarantee. I sure do hope at least something in this array will work– I just refuse to wear black to my very own bridal shower. The order arrives on Friday, and then we’ll see whether I can begin to get excited for my shower or begin to totally freak out about having nothing to wear.Until then, I’ll try to continue breathing and telling myself it will be alright!

Was choosing something to wear to your bridal shower fun, or a total nervous-wreck-inducing experience? What did you, or do you plan to, wear to your shower(s)?

WELL HELLO THERE.

I’ve been gone. I know, I’m terrible, but I had to do it. If I hadn’t put myself on wedding hiatus, there would be no way in hockey sticks that I would ever have been able to do all of the things I’ve done.

Oh, what have I done, you ask? Well, this Friday is my senior exit show, and I’ve been working my tail off to get everything ready. Countless hours matting, framing, cutting, linen-taping, nailing, painting, screaming, four-letter-wording, not sleeping, you name it– all for one (hopefully) glorious exit show. I wish that I had photos to show you of the entire process, but that would probably have been ridiculously impossible for me to do, you know, while like holding, oh, a three-foot piece of glass and not killing myself.

Of course there are pictures of the everything-is-almost-hung-and-labeled-thank-goodness aftermath.

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There you have it! The lights aren’t set yet, and that one drawing still isn’t hung, but it’s all so close to being 100% ready! Now that I’m at the finish line for the show opening, it’s time for me to get back into wedding mode, which is proving to be more difficult than I would have imagined. If not for the lists I made pre-hiatus, I would have no idea what we were doing or what I should be doing.

Let’s keep our fingers crossed that I get my wedding mojo back and that the opening on Friday goes smoothly!

Did you take any wedding hiatuses? How did they leave you? Refreshed and ready to wedding-land, or totally clueless?

2 Months Left

Two things:

  1. As of today, we have two months left until the wedding. Incredible. Exciting and terrifying
  2. My senior show is coming up on April 30th, so I will be pretty AWOL until everything gets framed, matted, and hung. I’ll be trying not to lose my mind. If anybody wants to come, email me and I’ll get you the info!

Signing off for now.

Are you there, sunburn?

It’s me. Lauren.

On Friday morning, I was sitting outside for around two hours in a cardigan. No big deal, right? It’s still early-ish spring, and thinking about body sunscreen wasn’t really high on my priorities.

Um, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Those two hours in one position left me with the weirdest one-sided sunburn I’ve ever had. It… well, you can see what it looks like. It looks just strange, and I’m not very happy about it. For one thing, it’s angry, swollen, and looks gross.

For another thing, I am pretty much the palest person on the planet. It’s a type of blue-pink pale that can only be truly “appreciated” in person, but trust me… it’s a shocking form of pale. This whiter side of pale…

also means that when I get burned, I STAY burned. It takes months and months and months for the mark to go away. Do you see where I’m going with this?

Oh yeah. This is most likely still going to be visible on our wedding day, which is a mere 2 months away. Such luck have I. Hopefully, once it peels and heals, I’ll be able to exfoliate the you-know-what out of it so that I have an even chest color on the big day and not a weird one-sided cardigan mark.

Lesson Learned: WEAR SUNSCREEN, EVEN IF YOU’RE STILL IN CARDIGAN WEATHER.

Anybody else get a weird sunburn, or any sunburn for that matter, before their wedding? What did you do to make sure that it wouldn’t still show on the wedding day?

Dear Banana Republic

Why in God’s green earth did you make this bow-crotch dress?

I really need some good things to wear to showers and events, so if you could not waste time making bow-crotch dresses, that would be great.

Love,

Lauren

This one goes out to all the laaaadddiiieeessss

… that must use double stamps.

(And of course, those that are completely neurotic. Like me.)

Our invites are solid beasts of cottony goodness. I pre-weighed them on 7 different scales in the scale department of Office Depot, so I knew what I was heading into when getting our test-run invite USPS weighed. Le sigh. Eighty-one cents on each outer envelope. From months stamp-stalking the USPS on the internet, I knew that I wanted to use the King and Queen stamps, but now I needed eighty-one-cent stamps. Well, USPS, you can have the extra 7 cents– this girl’s gonna double up.

So yeah. A king and a queen on each envelope. Lovely. BUT…  I knew I was so crazy-controlling that I might drive myself nuts trying to individually line up the matching parts on the stamps. This was going to take FOREVER.

Or not.

In my invite-assembling delirium, I found a really easy solution with a Post-it flag. It made keeping the stamps attached at the perforation a breeeeeeze. How, you ask? WELL LET ME SHOW YOU!

First, take a handy-dandy Post-it that you have laying around.

Next, stick that sucker in the center of the two stamps you want to keep connected.For the next step, don’t have a hugenormous camera in one hand. Take BOTH hands and gently peel back the paper behind the stamps. Using the Post-it, pull off the two stamps and detach them from their neighbors.

Lay the stamps in the right spot. It actually works best if you hold it by the Post-it, but I was being all camera-in-hand-not-thinking. Either works.

Rub it all down in place.Remove the Post-it.

Voila! A perfectly-lined-up-with-each-other-and-never-separated stamp pair!Thanks, Post-it! I was able to use the same one over and over. 

A ridiculously simple solution to a really minuscule but irritating problem.

Any other double-stampers out there? Were you concerned about the neighboring stamps lining up?

We are assembling invites.

Best post title ever, no? My brain is so incredibly fried from invitation-overload, and thankfully we’re at the point where there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Take a gander at all that has gone down…

It took a week solid for me to address all of the envelopes, cut out the eleventy-billion hearts, cut out the eleventy-billion liners… well, we’ll look at all the numbers later, but yes, this is a sold week’s worth of work. Thankfully I had my spring break last week, or else I would have never been able to get all of this done. Despite all of the whining, indecisiveness, pain-in-the-butt-iveness, I wouldn’t change a thing. I am thrilled with how they have turned out, and cannot wait to finish assembling so that we can drop these suckers in the mail!

Did your invitation assembly end up taking an immense amount of time? Who else sacrificed their spring  break or vacation time for the sake of wedding?