Thursday, March 26, 2009

Another way to ruin a perfectly good party

This morning, I had a new message on my MySpace page (yes, I'm on MySpace, but find it overall pretty lame and much prefer Facebook, as far as I can possibly much prefer one social networking site over another). The "My Space Video Team" wants to give me a free "wedding of the century," or at least "social event of the summer."

"So you’re engaged… Do you want the wedding experience of a lifetime—for free? We’re looking for a couple to star in MySpace’s new wedding reality series and we think you’d be great! To enter, send us a video of your proposal story by April 17th. Check out the video below for more info. Click here to get Married on MySpace!"

Evidently, judging by the trailer, David picking me up and spinning me around is part of what makes a "wedding of the century" or "social event of the summer." I did not know this was one of the many requirements of the only "perfect day" I, as a woman, am allowed to have in my life. I think I'm going to need to lose some more weight.

Married on MySpace Trailer

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


It is done, my friends. It is done.

Ms. K and I met with the dressmaker today, and washed our over-stressed, over-reaching hands of the dressmaking affair. We handed some custom to a slight, charming and seemingly very competent Cambodian dressmaker from a long line of silk weavers and garment makers. Sovanna (or "Sovan," as he goes by, because "Sovanna" is either too difficult for Amis to get out of their mouths, or because, like me, it makes them assume he's a woman) and the K Lady walked me through fabric choices and styling details this afternoon. For $280, I'm getting a custom fitted and made silk dress, fabric imported from the village where he, himself, grew up and used to climb mulberry trees to pick the cocoons as a child. Or so the story goes. It sounds good to me.

What astounds me is that he is running this business, "Cocoon Silk" -- with two brick and mortar shops in Portland's Pearl and NW 23rd -- to help pay his way through a business management degree at Marylhurst. Wow. Whatever happened to waiting tables? Or stripping?

Just as a reminder, this is the vintage number I'm having reproduced (with some slight alterations). And guess what? Forget the peach....

Mary is getting married in a RED dress, baybee. Oh yeah. Uh hu.


Next stop: shoes.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Such a productive day

We have paper. That is a tremendous leap forward in the whole wedding planning schema. We also have our bands orders, and have scheduled a 'consultation' with Cupcake Jones about the making of the cupcakes-instead-of-traditional-cake thing.

But wait! There's more!

We hit Goodwill and bought a bunch of pressed glass serving platters of varying sizes. I'm going to make a 'cupcake tower' out of them, using vases or some such as serperators between the layers (mine's going to look so way more awesome...).

And I may have found a place that can make my dress with much less stress and not that much more money than Ms. K and I making it would cost.

Finally, tomorrow night, the man and I will be subjecting our social dancing to public scrutiny for the first time. Wish us luck.