Makeup Monday: Tokidoki Lip Stains

Last week I went on a shopping adventure with my Maid of Honor, mostly to look at dresses for me to wear as a bridesmaid in my older sister's wedding this summer but also to just get out of the house. (I've been moving and my house is full of boxes and panicked cat. You would need out too.)

Because I was involved in this shopping trip we ended up going to Sephora and I found the new line of Tokidoki Lip Stains exclusive to Sephora.

THEY ARE AWESOME. I bought Rainbow Cloud, which is a really lovely reddish brown, but I'm seriously considering going back for Nana Star and/or Cactus Friends. They're very cute, non-drying, come in lovely colors, and they're paraben-free - all for $15.

The Other Side Of The Veil

I haven't posted since... oh, well, shoot. Um, I haven't posted in a while, for which I apologize to the both of you who read this. My last post was on December 16, 2009, right before the holidays hit with an unholy (can the holidays even be unholy?) vengeance.

I was, like most White middle-class Americans with indeterminate religiosity and large families, about to be swathed in the glory of Christmas and all the baking, traveling, and manic shopping it entails. I was also right smack-dab in the middle of my very first Hanukkah (chanukkah? hanukka? I don't even know why we try romanizing nonconcatenative semitic languages, I really don't; if I had my way everything would be IPA) ever thanks to Josh The Fiance and his Ashkenazi Jewish heritage.

One of the best things about getting married, for me, isn't the party or the presents or the fancy dress - it's all the exciting new holidays. Purim? Passover? Sukkot? SIGN ME UP. I am so ready to bake challah and fry latkes for the rest of my life. Jewish holidays seem tailor-made for me and my need to feed and be fed.

But I was talking about December! On top of Christmas and Hanukkah (and the unfortunate number of burns contained therein - lighting candles every single night is hard enough, combining that with oil frying and my arms start looking like a checkerboard of festive pain) last December included the wedding of my cousin Sarah. WHICH WAS GREAT. We all cried. The officiant, who was Sarah's oldest brother, cried even more, possibly lengthening the ceremony by several times, but nobody minded because it was so nice.

There was cake! And a candy buffet! And delicious hors d'oeuvres! And hot cocoa favors! And everybody cried!!

Afterwards I lay down on the guestbed at my grandparents' house and thought "holy crap, weddings are so scary and there are so many tiny details and the schedule and the guestlist and who is going to read what and will I ever figure out if we'll have a flower girl. Maybe I will take a break from thinking about mine for a while."

And so I did.

Now it is late April, and today I went shopping for my bridesmaid dress for my older sister's wedding this August, and weddings are so fun! So here I am again, with a better idea of how this is going to go and a slightly more realistic plan. I'll still be documenting my own cheapass planning process in this blog, and that's exciting.

For now, I'm appreciating this time spent on the other side of the veil. All I'm in charge of is my own dress and my own shoes and giving whatever help I can.

Falling In Love With Dresses: clothing does not have glands, sorry

I have no idea if I will fall in love with The Dress. I've been on one single wedding dress shopping trip and tried on about nine, and while none of them were particularly awful (okay, that's a lie - what possessed a designer to stick horrible silk flowers on my ass I will never know) I did not feel the emotion many starstruck brides have described as "love." Specifically romantic love, as in: "I was going to buy this $600 dress but then I made the mistake of trying on this $2000 dress by Vera Bradley and I fell in love with it."

I realize I've only tried on nine dresses, but I don't see myself collapsing in tears at the sight of myself in a pile of white satin. I don't have ill-feelings or any kind of judgment for people who do, but I am... just... not that sort of person. I will likely crack many, many jokes instead. Because jokes are pretty much what I do, especially in unfamiliar situations.

Additionally, I've never been the type of person to imagine myself as a bride. I can see myself as a wife, or a mom, or a long-term totally awesome girlfriend (egotastic!), but that liminal space where "girlfriend" becomes "wife" is not something I have ever, ever thought about before now. I will hear about brides talking about "feeling bridal" and feel a bit bad that I don't share that. It's my loss, so I'll just have to make do with what I have.

In the meantime, I need to figure out what on earth I'll be wearing for my transition from girlfriend to wife. I hear that you typically have rather a lot of people looking at you at the time.

Wait, is it seriously Christmastime already?

I've been MIA for a while, I realize. Being in school doesn't always mesh well with, um, anything else, so pretty much everything but papers and tests and homework has fallen by the wayside.

But tomorrow my finals are OVER, and I can start thinking about things that aren't metathesis and the religious economy model and extralinguistic variables. I have been doing wedding things (mostly thinking about it, harhar) but haven't had any time to write anything. Hopefully tomorrow that'll change. :)

What Did You Say Your Budget Was?: finagling something nice out of nothing

It is lucky for Josh The Fiance and I that we're not big on the idea of having a fancypants wedding, because if we did the wedding industry would be HAHA SUCKERSing all the way to the bank. And back. And to the bank again. And Josh The Fiance and I... well, we just don't have very much money to put in the Wedding Industry's bank account. (And if we did I'd like to think we'd put it into the Graduate School bank account. Or maybe the House Ownership bank account. Or *hinthint* the Getting Grace A Puppy bank account.)

But again... not that much cash that we'd like to blow. (Do you know the kinds of germs that are on money these days? It's just DIS- what, you didn't mean that kind of blow? Er, carry on.) But the V Word started to rear its ugly head.

A venue wouldn't be that big of a deal if we wanted, say, a small ceremony and afternoon reception with 50, maybe 70 people. You can fit that sort of crowd cozily into a handy backyard, or under a small shelter in a nice garden-type park. But just my close extended family is about that, and Josh The Fiance is in a similar situation. If we cut out all but the most beloved of friends our guestlist is bumping up merrily against the side of the Good Ship 150. Small garden ceremony? Ha! Ha!

So we had to find a place that a) was not ludicrously priced; b) could accommodate our exorbitant families; d) fit our short laundrylist of aesthetic requirements. (And preferably not presided over by a crazy person.)

First we discovered that "not ludicrously priced" in Wedding Speak is $2k. Second we realized that if it was "reasonably priced", could fit our families, and was outside and pretty, it was not only often presided over by crazy people but usually we would have to pay to get it catered unless we wanted our guests to eat grass in the manner of cows. And reasonably priced catering typically starts at $10 a head for a light appetizer buffet. Which, with a guestlist of 150 people (each with their own personal head) is about $1500. That, on top of our reasonably priced venue, came to around $3,500. Which is not really a reasonable price when you realize we have already gone over our budget by 16.6% and we have not even purchased the dress yet.

I am beginning to see the appeal of eloping.

Figuring Out What We Want: a journey of self-discovery, whining, and bees

When it comes to planning a wedding, I'm beginning to discover that while most people do it in a year or less, there are things that can (and will) occupy your time no matter how long your engagement. Especially if you, like me, never spent any time as a younger person thinking about what sort of spectacle you want your wedding to become. So when Josh and I gleefully, nervously, blindly stepped into the world of Almost Grown Up People we had rather a large job set up for us already, despite our carefully planned (massive) engagement period.

Before you can plan all of the little wiggly bits of a wedding (centerpieces, pennies in your shoe, cufflinks, etc) you need to have some kind of idea of what on earth you'd like to do. And this is where the venue comes in.

Before wedding planning I rarely, if ever, thought about the word "venue." My mother used to be employed at a rather large tourist attraction with a splendidly overpriced event space, and our discussions about her job in that very specific category was perhaps the only time in living memory I have ever uttered the word. Until now. The venue is so important, so central, so all-encompassing in the course of wedding planning that you apparently cannot make one single bloody decision until you figure out where to throw the damn thing. Will it be outside? If it's inside, can we have candles? If it's outside, will we have to rent porta-potties? Will we need to rent a tent? Where will the chairs be coming from? Do they allow outside caterers? Wait, did we even budget for catering?

Et freaking cetera.

One thing we did know is that we wouldn't be having our wedding in a church. Neither Josh The Fiance nor I have a home church, for one. Additionally, the ceremony will be (if it includes faith at all) alarmingly inter-faith. I came from a hippie presbyterian background and am now, with the help of college courses in Comparative Religion and an unfortunate bout of religious relativism, mired in floundering agnosticism. Josh The Fiance was raised Jewish/Native American Pagan, and now generally enjoys the idea of God but mostly thinks about cooking and computers. Our best church option would probably to be married in some kind of Unitarian commune, the kind where everybody wears hemp and brings a set of miniature set of bongos for the round singalong.

Another obstacle in our wedding planning is our debilitating lack of cash. Do you have any bloody idea how bloody expensive every bloody venue is out there in the world? Apparently the average cost for American weddings these days is something like $27,000. HOLY MACKEREL. ON A STICK. AND OTHER VARIOUS EXCLAMATIONS. That is more money than my dream car costs. Our budget cuts out most private estates, most hotel ballrooms, pretty much anywhere that requires that you hire their in-house catering service, and... that's pretty much that.

But we needed to figure out what sort of setting we wanted for our wedding, and we wanted it to be outside, in a pretty place, preferably somewhere that was close to most of our relatives, especially the ones who found travelling long distances difficult. That meant somewhere in Oregon or close to the Washington-Oregon border. (Josh and I live in the Seattle area, for those of you following along at home.)

And so the adventure began. Working from our computers, poking around in areas we were at best unfamiliar with, we started the Great Venue Search.

A Very Good Place to Start

So what do you do when two crazypants kids think it might be a good idea to get married?

I suppose I'm using the term "kids" loosely here - Josh The Fiance and I were both born more than two decades ago, for example. We're both old enough to have graduated from high school. Heck, as of this writing I am but five bitter months away from receiving my BA in Linguistics. (Yeah, I know how to pick degrees worth money.) Of course, I am a cradlerobber, and harvested Josh when he was still but a wee babe in swaddling clothes, cackling all the while. He and I are the same age for exactly ten days every year. SHOCKING.

But we are young, and we know it. Which is why this is going to be A Very Long Engagement Audrey Tautou not included. Partially because I'd like to be a little older when we tie the knot. Partially because we just don't have the cash to throw around at the moment, and need time to save up. Partially because I want to milk Dad's insurance policy for as long as possible we want to really have the time to enjoy our engagement and not spend the whole darn thing panicking about !!!the wedding!!!! I like to take things slow. I'm just that kind of girl.

But part of the reason I'm glad we're not getting married for a while (as in summer 2011, haha) is that it gives us a long ol' time to just enjoy looking at a bunch of wedding crap and taking our sweet time deciding what we want. Which we are taking full, FULL advantage of. Y'see, I have this problem... it's called Not Giving A Crap About Stuff Brides Are Supposed To Give A Crap About. Flowers? I like dandelions. Food? WE CAN FEED EVERYONE PIZZA JOSH, WOULDN'T THAT BE AWESOME. Processional music? I announced recently that I intended to walk down the aisle to Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen.

I'm sure by now every semi-traditional female in my life is busying her time with hand-wringing and flinching whenever she thinks of the horrible catastrophe that my wedding is sure to become. I'm really sorry, guys. There's a lot of reasons this won't be the fancypants traditional white wedding that you see in Martha Stewart Wedding. Someday I will write those down, and you will know them.

But the gist of it is: Josh and I love each other. A lot. I'm not going to smash your faces into how great this person is, but he is really amazing. I've decided that if he's not an avatar of Vishnu than he's doing a great job of faking it. We want to get married, and we want to share that with our families and friends and all of the people who are most important to us. We don't care about cake. (This is a lie: we care a lot about cake.) We don't care about flowers. We care mostly about having a big family reunion where everyone we love gets together and talks and hangs out and has a good time and we get to eat as much cake as we want.

Also I look forward to the presents.