By the way, everyone, if you're wondering why the latest posts aren't showing up at sixlayerkate.com, it's because my host was sold to a company in Costa Rica. Suddenly, my FTP login is no longer functioning, and no one will help. Stay tuned.
posted by Kate at 9:47 AM link/comments
Today I wore socks for the first time since June.
Signs that Fall is approaching:
posted by Kate at 9:44 AM link/comments
Thursday, September 18, 2003
The grommets that fascinated Paul so were another matter entirely. I had the invitations printed as separate sheets, and then I went to the craft store and purchased a hole punch, "eyelet setter," and grommets. The hole punch was not the sort of handled metal contraption that all of your elementary school teachers kept in their desk drawers, but rather a stainless steel rod with threads on the end for attaching hollow black metal tips. We then set this thing atop the would-be invitation and beat the living shit out of it with a large hammer until a hole was formed in the paper. THEN, we threated the grommet through, set the "eyelet setter" on it, and hammered the hell out of that until everything was attached. Frankly, it was a ridiculous amount of work. Two weeks from Saturday, I will be a married person, which means that I am currently at the "clinically insane bride" stage. I find it somewhat offensive that my boss keeps expecting me to show up for work. Doesn't she know that I must spend every waking moment obsessing about the wedding? Has no one the decency to realize that I must construct an elaborate "must-play" and "do-not-play-under-any-circumstances" song list for the DJ? This is important! Doesn't anyone realize that my failing to do this will result in 4 solid hours of Kenny G and "The Thong Song"? HOW ELSE WILL THIS MAN KNOW THAT THE CHICKEN DANCE IS EXPRESSLY VERBOTEN??!! I want my real brain back. The one that lets me sleep at night.
Hiya, Jen. Doing the invitations was an interesting process. First my mother and I got into an argument about whether she and my father should be referred to as "Mr. and Mrs. Merrill Foster" or as "Ted (the name my dad actually uses) and Linda Foster." I said the latter, because after all, she has a name, and I thought she should use it. She disagreed, citing some sort of archaic etiquette, and a battle ensued. Also contained within said battle was a heated discussion over whether the words "favor" and "honor" should be spelled "favour" and "honour." Why do people think that the "u" makes everything more formal? "It's a wedding invitation! Quick! Everyone act British!" I really doubt that whenever English people throw an incredibly casual party, they start tossing out "u"s to make themselves look more laid-back, and if I started walking around pronouncing it "aluminium," everyone would think I'd gone batshit. Ridiculous. No excess "u"s, I say.
posted by Kate at 11:09 AM link/comments
Monday, September 08, 2003
Thanks for the wedding invite Kate, but Paul and I send our regrets -- plane tickets and thesis due dates and students tapping at the door and other excuses exist. But it looks like a rollicking good time. We should probably send a gift or something, to be polite and avoid social alienation from other Hiramites who are bequething cutlery and hand towels at this very moment. About the invitations: The olive cardstock "Life of Katy and Marc" was amusing. Paul was fascinated by that metal grommet thing that held it all together.
posted by Jen at 4:55 PM link/comments
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Someone gave me a copy of this book for my "family" bridal shower, which took place this past weekend at my parents' house in Pennsylvania. I thought it was going to be another make-sure-you-take-lots-of-hot-baths-and-love-yourself-because-you-are-special bridal advice books. I paged through it last night to confirm my expectations, but to my surprise, it's hilarious.
posted by Kate at 1:11 PM link/comments