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Friday, March 21, 2008

Etsy Handmade Weddings


I can't help it. Between my husband's birthday, my daughter's first birthday, the news of my dearest friend in the world moving back home and it just be so gosh darn sunny out, I've been a bit distracted. But I can direct you to just the coolest spot on the interweb right now to read all about DIY weddings. 
Etsy has been running a series all month long on finding original, inventive handmade goods for your wedding, and I'm trying not to choke on the bile of envy rising in my throat over all the amazing offerings I missed out on!
But it's not too late for you. Check it out here and have a lovely weekend!

photo by Jillian Kay

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

The Ladies Book of Etiquette

From The Ladies Book of Etiquette and Manual of Politeness (1860) by Florence Hartley:

In preparing a bridal outfit, it's best to furnish the wardrobe for at least two years in under-clothes and one year in dresses, though the bonnet and cloak suitable for the coming season are all that are necessary as the fashions in these articles change so rapidly.

Avoid, as intensely vulgar, any display of your position as a bride whilst traveling.

I hope Ms. Hartley doesn't get the WE Channel in heaven.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Handmade Wedding


Loving Karmel Design's retro bride magnets from Etsy's Handmade Wedding shop

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Why Airport Security Sucks


Flying sucks. We all know it. We do our best to just embrace the misery and those 3 oz. baggies with your lip glosses of doom and terrorist-friendly mouthwash and explosive breast pumps (yes, mine was actually tested. Anyway)  Then there's that whole striptease at security behind Those People, the ones who act surprised when they are asked to take off their shoes and belts and jackets and jewelry and meanwhile that final boarding call they keep announcing? Yeah, that's your flight. And you're not going anywhere. 

Airport security sank to a new low last week when they spotted something suspicious in the sock of a Canadian traveller and his girlfriend. Unconvinced it wasn't something fishy, they retrieved the box and opened, revealing the engagement ring the guy was going to surprise his girlfriend with. 

Poor guy had to scrap his plans of a romantic Caribbean proposal and popped the question on the spot. 

She said yes. 

Security said that's great. Now take those shoes off and get back in line, buddy.

Monday, March 10, 2008

The Husband Finding Dessert

Whether you are of the half full or half empty persuasion, a Thin Mints or Samoan freak, a Connery vs. Craig zealot, an Obaman or a Hilaryite, there will always be that great unifier among us, the incontrovertible right to do increasingly desperate, silly, downright stupid things for love.

Many a single lady attending a wedding has heard the rumor - pilfer a piece of that wedding cake, stick it under your pillow, and that night you will dream of your husband.

I'll be the first to fess up.

9th grade. Whipsawed over Mark Trandem. Attended my cousin's wedding and slipped a slice of frosting covered sheet cake under my pillow and had nothing but stained sheets and the threat of ants (and grounding) to show for it.

That cake rumor has its origins in a tradition that dates back to the 1800s where eager young lasses submitted themselves to various "tests," the reward being a glimpse of their future beloved. Of all the peeled fruit skin divinations, water submerged doughs and various household items burned in the stove trials for love, the dumb-cake is by far my favorite. Practiced across Europe, single lasses were instructed to bake a cake, with or without friends depending on the country, and all the while preparing, mixing, baking, watching, and waiting, she was not to speak a word or risk ruining the spell completely (hence the "dumb" name.

So like any amateur home chef, I examined the various recipes, culled the best of them, and now I give you:

RECIPE FOR DUMB-CAKE, THE HUSBAND FINDING DESSERT

One egg
Eggshell full of salt
Eggshell full of barely
Eggshell full of wheat flour

Absolutely no water must be used

Invite all of your friends seeking a husband but warn them that no one must speak in the preparation of the cake, hence its “dumb” name. Combine all of the ingredients into a dough and roll flat. Each woman must carve her initials into the dough with a pin. At precisely eleven p.m. place the dough in the oven. Before midnight, each woman must turn the dough once. Precisely after midnight, the husband to-be of the first woman to be married first will appear and place his hand on her initials.

A modification to the recipe:

After midnight, each woman must take a piece of the baked dough in her hand and walk backwards to bed where she will dream of her future husband. Again, do not speak as a single word uttered will break the spell.

Prepare only on Halloween, St. Agnes’ Eve, the Feast Day of St. Mark or St. John

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

I Do...Now I Don't



Somewhere in the US there is a woman wearing a diamond on a chain around her neck. The diamond is in the shape of a pendant, but it used to be a square. A princess cut, to be exact. A princess cut diamond that was on a ring that I wore before the ex and I called things off. We were through, yet here was this expensive hunk of carbon burning a hole in his pocket - and through his credit. He went about trying to find someone to buy that sparkly little testament to our doomed love, finally stumbling onto some list serv where he managed to find a taker for the ring. If only this nifty little auction site had been around back then.

Many states are now starting to pass legislation mandating that the recipient of the ring return it to the one who purchased it in case of a broken engageament. Miss Emily Post says its just bad manners otherwise.

For all you jilters or jiltees, what did you do with the ring?