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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4DQnszeip7ImA9WhVTEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214008852340471685</id><updated>2012-02-26T11:19:33.582-08:00</updated><category term="All Things Knit" /><category term="greenish thumb" /><category term="reviews" /><category term="crafting" /><category term="23andMe" /><category term="PCT" /><category term="politics" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="Googley" /><category term="guest post" /><category term="cooking/baking" /><category term="analytics" /><category term="organizing" /><category term="Knit A Bag" /><category term="Grown-Ups" /><category term="Disqus" /><category term="ranting and raving" /><category term="homebody" /><category term="happy food" /><category term="Knit Scarves" /><category term="SuperFit" /><category term="housekeeping" /><category term="HouseLust" /><category term="famous friends" /><category term="Comcast" /><category term="self-care" /><category term="giveaway" /><category term="Adventures" /><category term="Unemployed" /><category term="JobSearch" /><category term="movin on up" /><category term="Knit Headwear" /><category term="things of great interest" /><category term="ridiculous" /><category term="Fun With Budgets" /><title>Kim's Kitchen Sink</title><subtitle type="html">everything / anything / wherever / whenever</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214008852340471685/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12548150437127473109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>892</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/KimsKitchenSink" /><feedburner:info uri="kimskitchensink" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYNQ3wzeCp7ImA9WhRaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214008852340471685.post-6780676309925466239</id><published>2012-02-19T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T23:16:32.280-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-19T23:16:32.280-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grown-Ups" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="organizing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homebody" /><title>Being Married Is Awesome (or We Had a Good Weekend)</title><content type="html">Several times this weekend, we caught ourselves saying, "Being married is awesome." Really what we meant was, "It's awesome having a 4-day work week, having friends over to drink beer and do puzzles, sleeping 10 hours, relaxing all day, and watching Jorge and Harper win their Senior Game at Cal (basketball)." &amp;nbsp;But hey, let's just call that "being married", shall we? &amp;nbsp;Deal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't look like much, but it's not&lt;br /&gt;supposed to. Presenting...bedroom without&lt;br /&gt;giant cardboard box (used to be on that empty&lt;br /&gt;wall; it would be blocking your view of the&lt;br /&gt;brown dresser right now)!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Anyway, it's been a great week (despite battling a gnarly cold), and a fantastic weekend. And today, I was actually productive. Go figure! Maybe I was riding the wave of awesome from the last couple of days, but I was &lt;i&gt;on fire&lt;/i&gt;, you guys! I did four loads of laundry, made my bulletin board of "to-do projects", &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;unpacked that box in the bedroom that I've been meaning to unpack since...uh...we moved in in August, and miracle of miracles, I actually cleaned the top of my dresser!&lt;br /&gt;
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This was no ordinary "scoop things up into piles" dresser clean, either. I actually went through old jewelry and got rid of things. I rearranged how things are placed so it makes more sense. I hung my necklaces and headbands and &lt;i&gt;pictures omg pictures on the walls yay&lt;/i&gt;. And now, because photos are more fun than just writing, I'll tell the rest of this story with visual aides.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is one of those times when I'm kicking myself for not taking "before" photos. Someone remind me to do that next time I tackle a house project, mkay?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh hello dresser. You are so neat and tidy&lt;br /&gt;and organized.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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One of the things I'd been meaning to do is organize my dresser. Again, a "before" picture would be really handy here, but just imagine a pile about 6" high, that had been growing and shifting over the course of several months. I got this dresser sometime in December (I think?), so I suppose it hasn't been &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;long, but still. At least two months of clutter just piling up does not a lovely dresser make. It had gotten to the point where I had trouble finding things; necklaces were in a tangled pile and pairs of earrings were separated, and despite the fact that I have a bajillion bobby pins, I could never find one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Closeup on the left side of the dresser.&lt;br /&gt;Framed photo: Goodnight Moon (card from my grandma)&lt;br /&gt;Black pointe shoes from Nutcracker of years gone by&lt;br /&gt;Clock was my grandpa's (doesn't work, but maybe it will)&lt;br /&gt;Doily was crocheted by my great aunt, I believe (mom? help?)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Now, it's neat and tidy. I emptied every drawer of my plastic jewelry/hair stuff drawer-thing and made a sizable "donate" pile of earrings and necklaces I haven't worn since high school (I don't know why I still had them either). I re-organized my two "nicer jewelry" boxes (to the left of the drawers) so that it's easier to see what's inside. Next on the agenda will be making some sort of wire+frame device &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/229683649715794697/"&gt;like this&lt;/a&gt; so that my dangly earrings are easily viewable. Maybe with some way to show off the posts too (stick them into foam, sans backs, perhaps?)&lt;/div&gt;
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The mirror is actually leaning on the wall (secured with earthquake putty) because I somehow misplaced the bracket that you use to hang it. Oops. Hope it stays - it seems pretty secure, but you never know. Maybe the bracket will turn up. If not, I'll have to get creative at the hardware store (or with the earthquake putty, again). &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;
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I hung my necklaces on a branch-looking key hook thing that I bought at Urban Outfitters while visiting my sister at UC Santa Cruz, so I've had it for at least a year. I lost it for a while, but found it again when we moved, so glory glory, I got to put it up! Sadly, it was not as easy to install as it looked...perhaps because it didn't come with screws (sale bin), and the screws I had weren't the right size. Perhaps because the walls are old and not super strong. I'm not really sure why it took so much work to get this thing up on the wall, but it seems sturdy enough for the light weight it's carrying. The headbands and such to the left are just hanging on a silver Command hook (love you, Command hooks!). Much easier to install.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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More on the photo to the left in a minute.&lt;/div&gt;
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First, how about a nice little close-up of my "handiwork"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You'll notice an anchor that doesn't quite sit flush with the wall, a hole too wide for the anchor, a screw that's silver instead of gold, and if you look &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;carefully, you'll notice a little white putty-filled hole behind the necklaces. That's actually not actual putty and is in fact earthquake putty (previously mentioned...but you know, it's that stuff that you use to secure fancy glassware and crystal in your cabinets in case of an earthquake). Which reminds me, I need to do that in the hutch. In both hutches. Sigh. Anyway...it's staying on the wall, and it's nothing a little spackle won't fix when we (eventually) move out (some day, far away from this day).&lt;br /&gt;
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And last but certainly not least, the photo. Apologies for the kind of awful picture of it, but I'm super glad to have found this such a great home in our house. This is a photo collage made by mom and aunt, given to each of my sisters, my cousin and me for Chanukkah this year. Clockwise from the top left is my cousin Talia, her mother (my aunt) Nancy, my sister Nicole (sorry I cut your head off in this picture!), me, my mom, and my sister Danielle. All wearing the same dress. It's been in our family since my mom was a little girl (I think she's just barely two in her picture), and we've all worn it (and been photographed in it) over the years. It's definitely one of those family traditions that will live on...as long as we have daughters :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm really glad to have gotten this one project (well, two if you count the cardboard box full of office crap that's no longer in the bedroom! yeah!) done. Not the most crazy of house-related projects, but they were things that needed to get done, and the bedroom is starting to look much better. I'm starting to see little glimmers of possibility for our house now...having an unpacked, lived-in-but-not-messy, homey house with our own touches is within reach! Now that I can devote evenings and weekends to setting up the house instead of planning the wedding, I'm excited to continue settling in. I'm a homebody at heart...but we all knew that, didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;
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PS - I was just looking at old posts, and realized that not one single time during the wedding/reception did I even take notice of &lt;a href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/2012/01/who-cares-about-chairs.html"&gt;the chairs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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A few nights with 10 hours of blissful, uninterrupted sleep helps. A nasty head cold doesn't. But we're on the up and up over here now, and even had some friends over for our first (hopefully) semi-regular &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/kimskitchensink/status/170743186610855936/photo/1"&gt;puzzle night&lt;/a&gt; last night.&amp;nbsp;But I do want to share stories and photos, so I'll just ask you to be patient for a little while as I continue to settle back into life.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's our one-week anniversary, life &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; starting to return to normal, and I am filled with a renewed sense of optimism when it comes to playing housewife. I want to use my new toys (waffle iron! juicer! ice cream attachment for KitchenAid!) and start on some of the home-projects I've had on my list since before the wedding, and some new ones too. My &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/kimskitchensink/"&gt;Pinterest boards&lt;/a&gt; are filling up with non-wedding ideas, and I even created a bulletin board on top of my craft dresser that I'm going to fill with projects. My goal is to do one per week, no matter how small (bags in closet? &lt;a href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/2012/02/cleaning-or-it-gets-worse-before-it.html"&gt;check&lt;/a&gt;! well, mostly).&lt;br /&gt;
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So hello, folks. I'm back, and ready for action!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little wedding photo sneak peek from our fabulous&lt;br /&gt;photographer, Emily Scott (&lt;a href="http://www.gem-photo.com/"&gt;Gem Photo&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;(via Instagram for iPhone)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Today's super special guest post comes from Lyz, one of the most hilarious women I know. &amp;nbsp;She makes me laugh on a regular basis, and I'm proud that we went from internet-stalky-how-did-we-even-find-each-other friends to pen pals to Real Life Friends (this past year at BlogHer). &amp;nbsp;If you haven't already, please do go check out her blog at &lt;a href="http://www.lyzlenz.com/"&gt;www.lyzlenz.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;The Fog of War&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It didn't take Dave and I long to find our dream home. Built in 1925, the house had newly&amp;nbsp;refinished oak crown molding and floors, an antique crystal chandelier original to the&amp;nbsp;house and it was tucked snugly away in a picturesque neighborhood. We both loved the&amp;nbsp;same things about the house. "Oh, the stairs!" we both cried in our young-couple in love&amp;nbsp;unison, holding hands and staring gooey-eyed at one another. The only things that needed&amp;nbsp;fixing were the pastel rainbow painted over the front door and one of the bathrooms. It&amp;nbsp;would be easy, we rationalized.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ed note: I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;
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On move-in day, Dave placed his hands on the dining room walls and declared them&amp;nbsp;to be “crooked.” Dave is an engineer and “crooked” is probably the lowest insult and&amp;nbsp;engineer can bequeath, well that and “illogical.”&amp;nbsp;“Is that hard to fix?” I asked.&amp;nbsp;“No, I’ll just do some replastering. Should be easy.”&amp;nbsp;Four weeks later, Dave was still slapping plaster on the wall, letting it dry, sanding and&amp;nbsp;then declaring the walls “still crooked.” Plaster dust is a fine material and has a way&amp;nbsp;of making itself omnipresent. Despite sealing off the room, for four weeks, I’d been&amp;nbsp;coughing plaster dust, spitting plaster dust, tasting plaster dust. I was finished.&lt;br /&gt;
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“You have two more days,” I threatened. And on midnight of the second day, while Dave&amp;nbsp;was still sanding, I ripped down the plastic barrier, picked up the tools and hauled in the&amp;nbsp;shop-vac. This project was over.&amp;nbsp;“You are just going to have to get used to the fact that nothing is going to be perfect,” I&amp;nbsp;yelled and then flicked on the shop-vac. Whoosh! A huge cloud of plaster dust exploded&amp;nbsp;throughout the house. Later investigation would show that I had the shop-vac set&amp;nbsp;on “blow” instead of “suck” and boy, did it blow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coughing, I slapped blindly in the dust, trying to shut the vacuum off. When I finally hit&amp;nbsp;the switch, it was too late, the billowing cloud of mess was disseminating through our&amp;nbsp;house. I sat down on the floor and began to sob. “It’s everywhere! On our furniture. Our&amp;nbsp;new couch. You did this!”&amp;nbsp;“I just wanted our house to look nice,” he said. I sobbed harder. “It doesn’t! It’s worse!”&lt;br /&gt;
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Through the haze, I saw Dave turn to me and smile through his plaster mask. "Do you&amp;nbsp;know what this is?” He asked waving his hands in the air. “This is the fog of war!” He&amp;nbsp;laughed, doubling over and grasping his sides. It was midnight, we’d been working since&amp;nbsp;6am and we were going crazy. I started laughing too. My eyes stung with dust, my throat&amp;nbsp;hurt from breathing, but we couldn’t stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cleaning the house took months. And if we’re being honest it, actually, took five years,&amp;nbsp;because the plaster dust wasn’t totally out of the cracks in the dining room floor until this&amp;nbsp;fall, when Dave refinished them.&lt;br /&gt;
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And when I walk through the dining room, I still think about those crooked walls and part&amp;nbsp;of me wants to punch Dave and part of me wants to kiss him. But that is the daily story of&amp;nbsp;our marriage, some days I wonder how I got into this mess and other days I can’t imagine&amp;nbsp;anything else. But it’s always those moments of eye-burning frustration, when we find&amp;nbsp;the redemption that we need.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, our dining room still has crooked walls, but now, instead of fixing them,&amp;nbsp;we just hang pictures over the dents and tell everyone about that time we tried to make&amp;nbsp;everything perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6214008852340471685-5546853983761913105?l=www.kimskitchensink.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today's lovely guest post comes from Well Heeled Blog. &amp;nbsp;We've been blog buddies for a long time, and I'm so pleased that she took time out of her busy blogging (and wedding-planning! she's getting married in June!) schedule to write a guest post for me! &amp;nbsp;Check out her blog at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #1155cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wellheeledblog.com/" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"&gt;http://wellheeledblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Wedding Budget Competition&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As a personal finance blogger who is planning her wedding, I've noticed an interesting phenomenon. In the Real World (or certainly the Beautiful Wedding Blog World), there seems to be a competition on how pretty and meaningful and personalized your day is (all judged on the beauty of the photographs, of course). From the joyfulness of your photos, to the uniqueness of your reception, to the loving touches that perfectly captures "who you are as a couple," it's enough to make even the most confident and laid back of brides feel inadequate. Most of these efforts take a fair amount of time or money, or both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I think most of us, especially personal finance bloggers, can agree that such a competition to Have The Most Perfect And Expensive Wedding Ever is pointless and maybe counter-productive. A wedding is about love and celebration, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;a smaller budget&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;doesn't mean there is any less of those two qualities. Your chances of staying married and in love isn't higher in a $2,000 dress than a $200 dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the Personal Finance World, however, there seems to be another competition going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's no surprise, personal finance bloggers can be a goal-driven, competitive bunch. This competition is about&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;who can spend the LEAST on weddings&lt;/strong&gt;, who can more loudly proclaim that The Wedding Is Just One Day, and that it's ridiculous to spend over $X or $Y. But&amp;nbsp;a wedding is about love and celebration, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;a bigger budget&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;doesn't mean there is any less of those two qualities. It certainly doesn't mean, as I've read in some comments on other blogs, that an more expensive/elaborate wedding means the marriage will fail. And if a bride and groom (or bride/bride &amp;amp; groom/groom) want to rock a $2,000 dress or band or venue and it's important to them and fits their budget, they SHOULD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's funny, because there is such an emphasis on spending on experiences in among personal finance bloggers, and one could argue that a wedding is the biggest experience of them all. It's the day that two people pledge to love and honor each other, in view of friends and family. It's probably one of the biggest and most important events a couple will host. So why the disdain for an expensive wedding, when we cheer on folks who spend the same amount, or more, on a once-in-a-lifetime vacation, or on a down payment for a bigger house? There is&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;so much judgment surrounding weddings&lt;/strong&gt;, when in fact it really shouldn't matter what people spend as long as its reasonable for their situation. Some people get more joy out of a beautiful wedding than travel or a bigger piece of real estate. I say, more power to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f a couple manage their wedding budget according to their priorities and resources, there is no wrong way to have a wedding,&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;regardless of how much or how little they spend&lt;/strong&gt;. The only three things I'd never do to pay for a wedding would be to (1) take money out of retirement accounts, (2) take on debt, or (3) ask guests to pay. After that? It's all personal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Just have the wedding you want with a budget you can afford.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="HOEnZb"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Well Heeled Blog | Personal finance blog at the intersection of life, money, and happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wellheeledblog.com/" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"&gt;http://wellheeledblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/wellheeledblog" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"&gt;http://twitter.com/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;wellheeledblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6214008852340471685-1342955920564369137?l=www.kimskitchensink.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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While I'm gone, there will be a couple of guest posts from some very fine ladies. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy, and I'll see ya on the other side!&lt;br /&gt;
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There is still a bit to be done (finalizing programs and table assignments, dress fitting/pick up, emailing some guests, ordering Top Dogs, picking our ceremony songs, and Reed's knitting one more tie and crocheting buttons for cowls and finishing&amp;nbsp;boutonnieres, and Aly's picking up more jars and printing table assignment signs), but I'm confident in our ability to do it. &amp;nbsp; It sounds like a lot, considering we're leaving for Tahoe in three days. THREE DAYS. But we can do it. We can.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what's a bride to do when she has so much happening? &amp;nbsp;Why, she throws a small Super Bowl party (because we needed to be home, taking care of business, and not out at someone &lt;i&gt;else's&lt;/i&gt; house all day), complete with filet mignon and baked goat cheese ('cause we're fancy), and bagel bites and pigs in a blanket ('cause we're not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;fancy). &amp;nbsp;A few friends, some football (and some Puppy Bowl), and some booze, of course. It turned out to be a lovely, un-stressful day, and I'm glad we took a little time to lay low and chill out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah, but in addition to the chilling out, there was also boutonniere-making, hairstyle-testing, house-cleaning, bouquet-fixing, and print-material-typing. &amp;nbsp;And just now, at 11:30pm, I decided to make myself a "toss bouquet". For those not familiar, a "toss bouquet" is a separate, sometimes smaller, bouquet that a bride throws during the bouquet toss if she doesn't want to throw her bouquet (usually because she wants to save it). &amp;nbsp;My bouquet, &lt;a href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/2012/01/crafternoon-wedding-style.html"&gt;while totally awesome&lt;/a&gt;, is a little...not great for throwing, since it's a little heavy and a lot delicate, and I'd like to save it and not let it get ruined by being thrown through the air and probably landing on the floor and being grabbed at by crazy women :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I was proud of myself, using the techniques I observed (learned? maybe?) from Reed during the bouquet-making. I think it turned out nicely! It's a decent weight for tossing, it should hold up well, and it looks pretty, too. I even used up all of the leftover flowers! Woo! I wonder who the lucky recipient will be... &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top view&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side view - the lighting is weird, so it's hard&lt;br /&gt;to tell, but the stem is wrapped in silver&lt;br /&gt;ribbon and yellow yarn, a slightly different&lt;br /&gt;version of what my bouquet looks like.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I took the day off today, to take care of several things that had to get done in the middle of the day, on a weekday. Major thanks to my boss for letting me have this day I needed so very much. Thanks, bossman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Too bad I'm such an overachiever though, because I decided that instead of taking care of my appointments and then giving myself a mental health day to relax and recharge, I decided to take care of a bunch of cleaning/errands/more cleaning. To be fair, I needed to make some headway on this stuff in order to have a clear head. I just didn't think it would be 11pm and I'd be bone-tired. And that there would be so much left unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tell myself that it has to get worse before it can get better, but that doesn't stop me from collapsing on the couch, multiple times, throughout the process. It doesn't help that after a practically non-stop, super busy day, there is still much to do.&lt;/div&gt;
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What I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; do:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dermatology appointment&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dress fitting&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Target&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Michael's&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;(mostly) Cleared dining room table (granted, a nice chunk of stuff just got put into a bag)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Started reorganizing closet (I swear, it looks different).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sort mail&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Remember to eat&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tested seating arrangement display printing for wedding&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Figured out earrings for wedding&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Unpacked suitcase from last weekend in LA (ok, so I exploded it on the bed. But it will get put away before I get in bed...oy)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
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What I &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; do (or what still needs to be done):&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finish clearing dining room table&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go through backpacking storage box and put it in the closet&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Figure out misc. loose storage items in the closet&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tackle pile o crap by the piano&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take 4 boxes out of the closet and put them in the living room&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Empty box in bedroom (stationary, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Clean dresser, hang mirror and jewelry hooks&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do sink full (and counter full) of dishes&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Do laundry (delicates)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Clear coffee table, misc. surfaces around house&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Look through pictures and choose some to display at wedding&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Read mail&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Remember to eat healthy things&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
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Some pictures of the closet, since it ate up the main portion of my "relaxation" time (seriously, I spent about 4-5 total hours working on this crap - and this is all I have to show for it? sigh).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVceU-0_Z8Q/TyuIQLIIUAI/AAAAAAAAQa8/jNl6PlIDIOE/s1600/IMG_1939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVceU-0_Z8Q/TyuIQLIIUAI/AAAAAAAAQa8/jNl6PlIDIOE/s320/IMG_1939.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing I did was hang Command hooks&lt;br /&gt;on the wall behind the coats and sweatshirts.&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to do this since we moved in.&lt;br /&gt;In August.&lt;br /&gt;CHECK!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTUwP9ipNgU/TyuIbmOsZ3I/AAAAAAAAQbE/H4WmYX488PU/s1600/IMG_1944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bTUwP9ipNgU/TyuIbmOsZ3I/AAAAAAAAQbE/H4WmYX488PU/s320/IMG_1944.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blurry, but you can see how there's (mostly) room for bags&lt;br /&gt;and such behind the coats and sweatshirts.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XI4VxrZiWM/TyuHuAOYTWI/AAAAAAAAQao/PYybA16vkls/s1600/IMG_1935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XI4VxrZiWM/TyuHuAOYTWI/AAAAAAAAQao/PYybA16vkls/s320/IMG_1935.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the door: BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of room to walk, lots of piles.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVxkki6sF2s/TyuItlJjbVI/AAAAAAAAQbM/b5XPvutJVlQ/s1600/IMG_1949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVxkki6sF2s/TyuItlJjbVI/AAAAAAAAQbM/b5XPvutJVlQ/s320/IMG_1949.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the door: AFTER&lt;br /&gt;More floor space, but you can see how I&lt;br /&gt;ended up throwing some things in haphazardly&lt;br /&gt;towards the end. Need to find solutions for&lt;br /&gt;some things still, clearly.&lt;br /&gt;I spent &lt;i&gt;a long time&lt;/i&gt; sorting our several boxes&lt;br /&gt;off hardware/toolbox stuff into a 3-drawer&lt;br /&gt;plastic cabinet thing (back right) that we&lt;br /&gt;had on hand. &lt;br /&gt;And reorganizing the camping gear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sEaB6rh4C0/TyuIAc-3sJI/AAAAAAAAQaw/C0ynJ8BMpCo/s1600/IMG_1937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sEaB6rh4C0/TyuIAc-3sJI/AAAAAAAAQaw/C0ynJ8BMpCo/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side wall: BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;Piles upon piles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NKjcZhcgyPg/TyuI9CBuBYI/AAAAAAAAQbU/TaKsArXeJWo/s1600/IMG_1950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NKjcZhcgyPg/TyuI9CBuBYI/AAAAAAAAQbU/TaKsArXeJWo/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side wall: AFTER&lt;br /&gt;Piles upon piles&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this hasn't changed much.&lt;br /&gt;But I spent a long time on the other stuff,&lt;br /&gt;so this will have to be for another day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it doesn't look like much. There's still a ways to go. But it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;better, I swear (trying to convince myself too here). Now I just have to clear off a huge pile of stuff from the bed so I can go to sleep. &amp;nbsp;Jeez, it's been a busy day. At least it's almost the weekend! More of the same on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This weekend featured a quickie trip down to LA, for a few fun little things. &amp;nbsp;Makes me glad that home isn't &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;far away :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I got to visit my old friend Myles and meet his awesome wife Laurel and their brand new baby, who is now officially 3 weeks old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The baby is skeptical of my double chin.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, Fenton, it's just because of &lt;br /&gt;the face I'm&amp;nbsp;making.&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://blogmogmog.blogspot.com/2012/01/fenton-visits-ucla-and-more.html#more"&gt;Myles' Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I also had a super wonderful bridal shower, thrown by two of my oldest friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alyssa, me, and Colette. Friends for like, 16 years.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We played a game where they had (secretly, previously) asked Will to answer 20 questions, and then I had to guess what his answers were, &lt;i&gt;The Newlywed Game&lt;/i&gt; style.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I am pleased to say that I got almost all of them correct - even the ones that contained qualifiers or secondary answers, like "he would probably say this, but it's actually that".&amp;nbsp; BOOYA!&amp;nbsp; After 7 years, I guess I know him pretty well.&amp;nbsp; See also: I'm awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Colette and Alyssa, thank you for an awesome, awesome* shower.&amp;nbsp; It was just perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and Alyssa made cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like most brides, I bought a lovely dress that I absolutely adore, but that needed to be altered just a bit. &amp;nbsp;It's so common, I bet bridal gown manufacturers purposefully make them so that they'll need to be altered. &amp;nbsp;They probably have a deal going with the seamstresses. &amp;nbsp;Just kidding; I'm not that much of a conspiracy theorist. &amp;nbsp;But seriously, I don't know many brides who can wear their dress as-is when it arrives. &amp;nbsp;I was prepared to go in and put my dress under the &lt;strike&gt;knife&lt;/strike&gt; seam ripper.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDSAXnSv8Hg/TyMnSu6BR4I/AAAAAAAAQZs/Lx7ZgOtGNFA/s1600/photo+(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDSAXnSv8Hg/TyMnSu6BR4I/AAAAAAAAQZs/Lx7ZgOtGNFA/s320/photo+(2).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I happen to love my seamstress. &amp;nbsp;She lives in a house up in the hills with a beautiful view, and together, we have deconstructed bits of my dress and reconstructed them so that A) the skirt is not a big puffball, B) there isn't a train, and C) the dress actually stays put. &amp;nbsp;Or as I like to call it, defying gravity.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Not sure if you're aware, but even with a bit of boning, strapless dresses don't uh, stay put. &amp;nbsp;Not if you have a little bit of, uh, an hourglass shape? &amp;nbsp;(I can't vouch for other body types, as I never wore strapless anythings when I was a pre-pubescent stick figure, and have had zero success in my post-pubescent hourglassness) &amp;nbsp;So we've been getting creative. &amp;nbsp;Adding "waist belt" elastics, additional boning, and finally last night, a "waist cinchy sort of belt/corset piece of stretchy but tight fabric thing". And we seem to have found a solution. &amp;nbsp;It's very exciting, raising my arms and feeling like the dress stays in place, even when I lower my arms again! &amp;nbsp;Now she just has to finalize the hem (don't want to finish a hem before you figure out where the dress is going to sit on your body), let out the back a little (you let it out so there's more fabric to tighten it back up without squishing/pinching your back fat), take in the sides of the bodice a tad, tack on the sash, and complete the finishing for the top of the bodice! &amp;nbsp;Easy peasy in 2 weeks, right? &amp;nbsp; Ann is awesome. &amp;nbsp;Have faith in her. &amp;nbsp;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lw6l2-wRByY/TyMTR6bWXSI/AAAAAAAAQZg/ID6ZGAWHXPI/s1600/photo+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lw6l2-wRByY/TyMTR6bWXSI/AAAAAAAAQZg/ID6ZGAWHXPI/s320/photo+(1).JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Second part of the story...This is a picture of me, in our office/guestroom (someday), holding a giant bag of tulle. &amp;nbsp;This bag of tulle is all the tulle that is no longer in my wedding dress. &amp;nbsp;We removed a lot of tulle. &amp;nbsp;Four layers, to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a giant bag of tulle, and if I don't think of something to do with it, I'll just give it back to Ann, since she will surely need it someday to insert into the dress of a bride looking for a poofier dress than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could make myself a tutu (or as my grandpa would say, a three-three). &amp;nbsp;Swan Lake in my backyard, anyone? &amp;nbsp;No? &amp;nbsp;Yeah. &amp;nbsp;I don't really need a tutu. &amp;nbsp;Could be used for a great Halloween costume at some point, or I'm sure Reed could find something to do with it...but the reality is that I probably will not find a reason to use it. &amp;nbsp;Though the cheap Jew in me is all, "But I paid for this tulle! It's part of my dress! I bought it! It's mine!", &amp;nbsp;I do kind of like the idea of bits of my dress going to good use, helping some other bride who wants a fluffier skirt. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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First it was the reception seating. &amp;nbsp;Our venue provides these perfectly fine, albeit somewhat conference-center-esque, chairs. &amp;nbsp;For free. &amp;nbsp;They mentioned that we could rent chair covers to match the linens if we want to, and that a lot of people do that to make it all look nicer or whatever. &amp;nbsp;Sure, sounds easy enough. &amp;nbsp;But, uh, chair covers? They don't come cheap, yo. &amp;nbsp;That's a minimum of $4 per chair, $5 if you include a chair sash - or just $1 if you only want a sash, but uh, that would look odd. Why tie a ribbon around a normal chair? It would just call attention to the fact that we didn't get chair covers, I think. &amp;nbsp;And that all just seemed silly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;We thought back to weddings we'd been to, and couldn't remember what kind of chairs were in the reception room. I had to look at pictures of the wedding I'd been to barely a month before to remember what kind of chairs they'd used (I looked - they used fancy chairs, that we were being quoted like, $7.95 per chair for. Yikes!). &amp;nbsp;So I finally said, "Screw it. &amp;nbsp;Nobody is going to care if we don't get fancy linen covers for the chairs. &amp;nbsp;Besides, they kind of coordinate with the carpet (which we also don't love, but who's gonna be staring at the carpet)? And also, who cares about chairs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, no on spending $400-500 on chair covers. &amp;nbsp;Yay! &amp;nbsp;Ah, but the Saga of the Seating was not over yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We had planned to rent wooden benches for the ceremony, which is going to be outside (hopefully in the snow, fingers crossed, though &lt;a href="http://www.tahoeloco.com/archives/5424"&gt;the forecast does not look good&lt;/a&gt;). &amp;nbsp;Ideally, it would look like this:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So woodsy! So wintery! So quaint!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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But alas, renting enough benches for our guests (even assuming some choose to stand on the deck above) would cost us around $500. &amp;nbsp;And now that there may not even be snow, it seems silly to rent wooden benches, just because they look cute. &amp;nbsp;We can't even rent the ones pictured above (they don't have enough, and they are being super flaky), so we'd be renting slightly less cute ones anyway. &amp;nbsp;Harumph. &amp;nbsp;Bridal whine. &amp;nbsp;But I'm over it.&lt;/div&gt;
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You know why? &amp;nbsp;Because the venue provides perfectly fine white folding chairs, &lt;i&gt;for free&lt;/i&gt;, that we can use, &lt;i&gt;for free&lt;/i&gt;, and they looked perfectly fine when we saw the venue the first time, when there was no snow, and hell, I'm sure the white chairs would look fine in the white snow if the weather cooperates.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a view like this, &lt;br /&gt;who cares what kind of chairs you're&amp;nbsp;sitting on?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Why did I get it into my head that white folding chairs would just be awful? &amp;nbsp;That it was just laughably silly for us to use white chairs? &amp;nbsp;That &lt;i&gt;of course&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;we were going to rent benches, because duh, we could. They were available, and look how cute they look in the pictures! And obviously, they're cute, and it's easy, and we are doing it! &amp;nbsp;Without even questioning whether we &lt;i&gt;needed&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to (ha! it's our wedding! we can do what we want!) or &lt;i&gt;really cared&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;about it (very important) in the first place. &amp;nbsp;Personally, I'd rather take that $500 and use it towards the honeymoon. &amp;nbsp;Or saving for a down payment on a house. &amp;nbsp;Or anything other than benches that people will sit on for 15 minutes. &amp;nbsp;Even if they do look really cute.&lt;/div&gt;
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We have been emailing back and forth for the better part of a week, trying to figure out what company to rent the benches from, and how many benches to rent, and what's going to happen if we don't have enough benches, and well, it just all feels very silly to me right now. &amp;nbsp;I just want to get married to my best friend, and have a fun party with our family and friends. &amp;nbsp;No matter what they're sitting on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6214008852340471685-4526813839271079661?l=www.kimskitchensink.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not going to go into &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; I think these Republican candidates are all major jokers, but I am going to list out some bullet points. Questions, statements, notions, whathaveyou...things that just blow my mind.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I'm not going back to edit, because what's the point of a rant if you go back and edit afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;
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Rant: begin&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;If you don't want to have an abortion, don't have an abortion.&amp;nbsp; Don't force someone to have a child they don't want, whether she was abused, raped, or otherwise unable to give her consent OR she just didn't want to have a child.&amp;nbsp; Women are simply not running out to get abortions right and left because that's more convenient than using contraception.&amp;nbsp; Making abortion illegal &lt;i&gt;will not&lt;/i&gt; stop abortions; it will just stop abortions from happening safely, putting more women in harm's way.&amp;nbsp; So shut up about it already.&amp;nbsp; I don't care about your religious beliefs.&amp;nbsp; You certainly don't care about mine.&amp;nbsp; So get out of my body.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; If you don't like gay marriage, don't get gay married.&amp;nbsp; If you believe that two men or two women in a loving, consensual relationship are doing more harm to "The Institution of Marriage" or "Family Values" than a man who is on his third wife after cheating on the first two while they were ill (ahemnewtgingrichahem) or a woman who marries a clueless basketball player because she's afraid her sisters are more grown up than she is, spends a quajillion dollars on a very public wedding for her TV show, and then divorces the poor sucker a couple months later (kimkardashianyouareadisgracetothenamekimbutsomehowistillpayattentiontoyou)...well, then you're an idiot.&amp;nbsp; It's fine to believe that your God doesn't believe in gay marriage.&amp;nbsp; It's fine to privately believe it's wrong (you'll be close-minded and on the wrong side of history, but you are entitled to your beliefs).&amp;nbsp; It is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; fine to treat people like second-class citizens because of their sexual preferences.&amp;nbsp; It is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; fine to pretend that someone else's happy, loving marriage in &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; way devalues your own.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Just in general, keep your religious beliefs out of politics. It drives me batty when politicians are favored because they let God guide them through their decisions.&amp;nbsp; Hello! Last time I checked, we had a separation of Church and State, and we are a country made up of people with many different religious beliefs!&amp;nbsp; Since when does the Christian God get to make decisions for the rest of us?&amp;nbsp; I want a leader that does not make decisions for this country based on his or her religious beliefs, but on his or her rational, logical decision-making skills, and actual knowledge of politics and foreign affairs.&amp;nbsp; Weird, I know.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;On that note, I don't want people in positions of power in areas about which they know nothing.&amp;nbsp; See &lt;a href="http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/wed-january-18-2012/ko-computer"&gt;this clip from The Daily Show&lt;/a&gt; if you don't know what I'm talking about.&amp;nbsp; Too lazy?&amp;nbsp; Ok.&amp;nbsp; How about how the fine gentlemen in charge of internet legislation having no idea how the internet works?&amp;nbsp; How about old white men claiming to be the best experts in women's reproductive issues?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
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Those are my main gripes for now.&amp;nbsp; Political rant over.&amp;nbsp; For now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6214008852340471685-8377340806645930803?l=www.kimskitchensink.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have a very sad situation right now when it comes to gift wrap organization (ok, there's a sentence that will bore away a fair amount of readers).&lt;br /&gt;
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In 2009, &lt;a href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/2009/12/pooped.html"&gt;I bought this super awesome gift wrap organizer&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Hooray! &amp;nbsp;Organized! &amp;nbsp;So handy! &amp;nbsp;In that blog post, I said I was going to tuck it under the couch or bed, but that it was temporarily standing in the closet. &amp;nbsp;Well, it stayed there. &amp;nbsp;Forever. &amp;nbsp;And into our next apartment too. &amp;nbsp;And into this one. &amp;nbsp;This bag is not one made for standing in the closet, folks, and when you factor in the fact that I overstuffed it, well, it's not doing so well. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So neat and so tidy! This lasted for like...a month.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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It was starting to lose it around the recent holidays, and now it's just a saggy mess, falling apart, leaning against the wall in the living room. &amp;nbsp;I also still have two plastic boxes of bows, tissue and gift bags in one closet (which, uh, are also stored in the gift wrap holder), and a small box just of ribbon in another closet (which uh, are also stored in the gift wrap holder)...things are just not organized. &amp;nbsp;I want to start over with sturdy, clear plastic, and actually sort things into appropriate boxes, instead of this "everything is everywhere" situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would take a picture, but it's just not worth it. &amp;nbsp;Instead, I'll post some inspiration pictures I found online. &amp;nbsp;Photos all courtesy of Google Images, mostly (if not all) from The Container Store I think.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Classic. I like it, except I think&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep more than just&lt;br /&gt;wrapping paper in it, and this one&lt;br /&gt;isn't quite conducive for that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have this many rolls of&lt;br /&gt;paper, either. Sooooo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is basically the dream, but I think I have too much&lt;br /&gt;to fit in this container like this. It's also for under the bed,&lt;br /&gt;which I don't want to do for a number of reasons, including&lt;br /&gt;#1 There are two plastic containers under the bed already&lt;br /&gt;#2 I don't want to keep gift wrap in the bedroom.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the idea of hanging it in the big closet in the&lt;br /&gt;living/dining area, but I'm worried that the wrapping&lt;br /&gt;paper will eventually bust through the velcro at the&lt;br /&gt;top (that's basically what happened with my current&lt;br /&gt;container - too many rolls, heavy rolls, weak velcro,&lt;br /&gt;big mess for Kim) or that the hanger will eventually&lt;br /&gt;give out under the weight.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I only had a dedicated space for something this big...&lt;br /&gt;...cause wow. Super awesome.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uh, hello? Yes please. &amp;nbsp;Someday...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I know a couple of you out there have figured out some clever (or at least functional?) ways to store gift wrap...so open up! &amp;nbsp;Share your secrets with me! &amp;nbsp;Please?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, seriously. They're rad.&lt;br /&gt;So is Cafe Sport in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;If you like Italian food, go here now.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I don't have photos of the decorated hotel suite or the crafts, or my ridiculously rad headbands, or the thousands of nail polish bottles (or champagne bottles) or goody bags, or any of the other stuff they put together, but I know other people were taking pictures (I was just being a bachelorette). &amp;nbsp;When the pictures go public (but uh, not all of them, ok guys?) I'll share them here. &amp;nbsp;Let me just say that these ladies went all out and it was so lovely and I love them all. &amp;nbsp;It was a super, super fun evening and night, and I honestly have some of the best friends ever. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and we got a pseudo-strip show because the folks in the apartments across from our hotel room did not think it necessary to close their blinds. Good times, folks. &amp;nbsp;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next weekend, I'm flying down to LA for my bridal shower, where I'll get to celebrate with a whole other group of amazing ladies. &amp;nbsp;I am seriously one lucky bride, y'all. &amp;nbsp;I've never felt so showered with love, and it's a little overwhelming, but I think I'm getting used to it &amp;nbsp;;)&lt;br /&gt;
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This week: more crafts, more knitting, and hopefully some home-organization!&lt;br /&gt;
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Earlier today I promised you a bonus crafting post...and like I said, I don't like to make promises I can't keep!&lt;/div&gt;
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Inspired by &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/229683649715422506/"&gt;this pin on Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;, I decided that we should have one small guestbook on each table, rather than one big guestbook in the entry/lounge area. &amp;nbsp;I love the idea of having a special book to open on each anniversary for the next twelve years, a little memory of the wedding for the first twelve years of our marriage&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;(twelve tables, twelve books, twelve years, and whoa just realized, getting married in 2012...ooooh spooky?)&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We're going to provide a stack of card stock and pens at each table so guests can write messages to us and put them in the books. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the books - Andrea came over and helped me trace&lt;br /&gt;the numbers from a stencil and color them in with&amp;nbsp;silver &lt;br /&gt;Sharpie. &amp;nbsp;It actually went a lot faster than we had&lt;br /&gt;anticipated, and they turned out really well!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I decided to go one step further though...the books I bought are &lt;a href="http://www.artprofolio.com/Art_profolio.htm"&gt;art portfolio display albums&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(yay acid free!), and we're going to put a disposable camera on each table so people can take pictures to go with their notes - we'll print the photos after the wedding, and have friends help us insert them into the right places in the albums (so we don't read the messages until the appropriate anniversary, of course!). &amp;nbsp;It should be really fun to look back on the photos people took of themselves as the years go by, a nice balance of unprofessional/silly/lower-quality photos to have in addition to the undoubtedly gorgeous ones &lt;a href="http://www.gem-photo.com/"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt; and Aaron (her husband and co-shooter) will be taking (which will go in the fancy shmancy wedding album I'm making from &lt;a href="http://www.photobookamerica.com/"&gt;Photobook America&lt;/a&gt;, thankyougroupon).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aly found these "classy" black disposable cameras that&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be cheaper than the standard yellow or&lt;br /&gt;green ones anyway! Score!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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We might print labels or photos to go in the spines of the albums, so that when they're standing on our shelf, we can easily grab the one we want. &amp;nbsp;You can kind of see the empty spines in the picture at the top - the paper included for the label was such a bright white that it seemed a little jarring. &amp;nbsp;Looks better without. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'll just write on the plastic with Sharpie to mark the books if we don't think of a good idea for a photo/label insert. &amp;nbsp;Maybe we'll print little labels with the art from the invitations. &amp;nbsp;We'll see!&lt;/div&gt;
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All that's left to do is print up the little signs to explain to people what to do and gather the pens and cardstock :)&lt;/div&gt;
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PS ooh! idea! We'll also take a picture of &lt;i&gt;us&amp;nbsp;on each anniversary&lt;/i&gt;, print it, and put it in the book that year. &amp;nbsp;oh, I am a genius.)&lt;br /&gt;
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I promised a post about knitwear, and ye shall receive a post about knitwear! &amp;nbsp;I don't make promises I can't keep...I promise!&lt;/div&gt;
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And now, it is my pleasure to present to you...The Completed (so far) Knitwear for the Wedding! &amp;nbsp;(yeah, the title could use some work)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful, beautiful hand/wrist warmers,&lt;br /&gt;for the bridesmaids,&lt;br /&gt;knitted and embroidered by Reed. &lt;br /&gt;In the background, you can see the &lt;br /&gt;bouquets and bouttonieres :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I messed with the contrast because it really&lt;br /&gt;shows off Reed's embroidery.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;While Reed was working on the hand/wrist warmers (and&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of other stuff), I knit 6 scarves. &amp;nbsp;Yes, six.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that scarves take a long time to make?&lt;br /&gt;I am about 3 months behind on &lt;i&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;now, but&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased with the way they came out!&lt;br /&gt;Each one has a different stitch pattern, length, width, and&lt;br /&gt;ratio of yellow to gray. &amp;nbsp;Coordinated but not matchy matchy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;So far so good, eh? &amp;nbsp;Reed's working on my hand/wrist warmers now, and is starting the dads' ties this weekend. &amp;nbsp;I'm about halfway done with the first mom cowl/neck warmer, and starting to think about whether I want something knit in my hair (decorative bobby pins? headband? hmmm) as well.&lt;div&gt;
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And that's the knitting update for ya! &amp;nbsp;Up next: a bonus wedding craft post! &amp;nbsp;I know you can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6214008852340471685-2972827221637423418?l=www.kimskitchensink.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The dudes' &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/kimskitchensink/status/160251438042329088/photo/1"&gt;scarves are done&lt;/a&gt; (minus weaving in the ends on 3 of them, but that'll get done while I watch 30 Rock tonight), the ladies' wristwarmer glove things are done (thanks, Reed!), I just started the moms' cowl neckwarmer scarf things, and Reed's about to start the dads' ties. &amp;nbsp;I'll do some knitwear posts soon, cause why not?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/2012/01/crafternoon-wedding-style.html"&gt;Bouquets are done&lt;/a&gt;, boutonnieres are scheduled, and I've been ordering supplies from &lt;a href="http://www.save-on-crafts.com/"&gt;SaveOnCrafts&lt;/a&gt; like it's my job (my night job). &amp;nbsp;I've had three dress fittings, and am going again tomorrow morning (we're currently trying to solve a physics problem related to getting the dress not to fall down. seamstress says: solvable!) with my sisters. &amp;nbsp;I've tried on the dress with my boots, my blue glittery TOMS, and my cardigan. &amp;nbsp;And various strings of pearls. &amp;nbsp;And a scarf. &amp;nbsp;And one of the bridesmaids' pairs of gloves. &amp;nbsp;I'm all set, yo.&lt;br /&gt;
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This weekend is the bachelorette party, planned by my sisters and close friends. &amp;nbsp;I am happily out of the loop, knowing only that I'm meeting them tomorrow at a hotel in Union Square. &amp;nbsp;I thought I'd share this dream I had recently...clearly some manifestation about my desire to control everything (even though I really am excited about this surprise weekend, I swear!). &amp;nbsp;Also, I had just watched something about vampires, so maybe that's where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my dream, we had rented a cabin somewhere for the bachelorette party, and my sisters had hired Twilight-themed strippers, who came stalking up through the woods like vampires. We freaked them out and sent them away, but one came back and he was the stripper
  
and it was super awkward...but I was really really drunk, so it wasn't horrible I guess? &amp;nbsp;Later, we were mostly sobered up, and we were opening presents (what, was this a bridal shower all of a sudden?) and this super drunk chick came stumbling up to the house wanting to get in. &amp;nbsp;Eventually, we let her in, and I think we became friends?&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Dreams are weird, and this wedding is coming up! &amp;nbsp;Stay tuned for (hopefully) more posts on crafting and such as I finish up projects (with massive help from friends).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6214008852340471685-644195510876525220?l=www.kimskitchensink.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The slideshow contains photos and videos; if you can't view a video for some reason (looks like videos might not work in the slideshow), just check out my &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/116070553720283652185/SkatingTenaya#"&gt;Skating Tenaya album on PicasaWeb&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Will's teammate Chris posted &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chilewings/sets/72157628882752015/with/6702446205/"&gt;these photos and videos&lt;/a&gt;, in case my slideshow wasn't enough for ya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6214008852340471685-6192935747380670137?l=www.kimskitchensink.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ok, not magical. &amp;nbsp;But we did get all fancy with the flowers, using wooden flowers and dried filler, (inspired by Brit's post on her bouquet, &lt;a href="http://www.hellobrit.com/living/how-to-create-a-bouquet-that-will-never-die/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) which actually feels more appropriate for our winter wedding in Tahoe than fresh flowers would. &amp;nbsp;They turned out beautifully, and we had a ton of fun (right?) assembling them. &amp;nbsp;Rather than bore you with big long explanations, I'll just tell you with pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, we used hot glue guns to glue wire stems to the wooden&lt;br /&gt;flowers, poking holes in them to get them to stick better.&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to Brit for the hole-poking tip! Worked great!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Our supplies, spread out in various vases.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't forget the most important crafternoon supply: wine!&lt;br /&gt;And an awesome team of can-do ladies: &lt;br /&gt;Emika, Andrea, Rachel and Reed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emika and Andrea, assembling small bunches of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;later to be bundled together to create my bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;Many small bunches put together = one lovely bouquet!&lt;br /&gt;(note: while Brit did 3-4 bunches of 10, we did&lt;br /&gt;several bunches of 4-5, and then added more flowers &lt;br /&gt;and filler&amp;nbsp;around the outside as needed to make it bigger)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reed works on a&amp;nbsp;boutonniere.&lt;br /&gt;Pinecone, mini flower, knit flower "poof".&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it says "wire cutters" on her hand,&lt;br /&gt;a reminder to me to buy them at Michael's.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HseViIUax0E/TxOhy-BtMsI/AAAAAAAAP2o/xgyK8ek_q90/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HseViIUax0E/TxOhy-BtMsI/AAAAAAAAP2o/xgyK8ek_q90/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emika, with a few nearly-finished&lt;br /&gt;bridesmaid bouquets. Tiny and adorable!&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is to wrap the stems with yarn!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I based my supply list on Brit's list: Natural Cedar Roses, Sola Shell Flowers, and Sola Roses, but my preserved Caspia arrived smelling rather fishy. &amp;nbsp;No, literally, it smelled like rotten fish. &amp;nbsp;Fast forward to this morning, when we found some fantastic replacements at Michael's -- white Caspia-looking stuff, some ivory Caspia-looking stuff with dried thistles and paper-thin flowers, and these crazy things that kind of looked like pussy willow, but with tiny papery roses instead of pussy willow puffs. &amp;nbsp;The little roses looked very similar to the Sola Shells, and worked perfectly in the bridesmaids' bouquets and the&amp;nbsp;boutonnieres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CpgEAafkE7U/TxOiVyhMluI/AAAAAAAAP2w/DijxRx-shiI/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CpgEAafkE7U/TxOiVyhMluI/AAAAAAAAP2w/DijxRx-shiI/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A finished boutonniere.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRXIs9P8kr0/TxOjIv9AEqI/AAAAAAAAP3Q/kr_NpDYPS8w/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CRXIs9P8kr0/TxOjIv9AEqI/AAAAAAAAP3Q/kr_NpDYPS8w/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridesmaid bouquets and two boutonnieres.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And ta-da! My finished bouquet!&lt;br /&gt;My stem is wrapped in silvery gray ribbon,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be winding yarn around it&lt;br /&gt;to tie &lt;a href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/2011/09/i-guess-he-really-liked-it.html"&gt;my wooden ring&lt;/a&gt; to the stem.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I'm really pleased with the way they came out, and I love that they'll last for years and years to come! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And as for the rest of our wedding-crafting? &amp;nbsp;Reed's going to make the remaining 4&amp;nbsp;boutonnieres (oh shoot, I think it's actually 8 more. &amp;nbsp;Forgot about boutonnieres for the parents), finish my hand warmers and start on the dads' ties. &amp;nbsp;I have to finish Will's scarf and make the neck warmers/cowls for the moms, maybe make my dad's tie if I can, and stencil the numbering on the guest books (one for each table, more on that later). &amp;nbsp;And soak the labels off some jars. &amp;nbsp;And buy some more jars/candles, probably. &amp;nbsp;And...something else I'm forgetting? &amp;nbsp;Good thing we have almost 4 weeks to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6CcHNiOQEYgEUN5ip9eGnsxgGHQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6CcHNiOQEYgEUN5ip9eGnsxgGHQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/KimsKitchenSink/~4/JbyVs9K_g6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/feeds/2316286790002640130/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/2012/01/crafternoon-wedding-style.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214008852340471685/posts/default/2316286790002640130?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6214008852340471685/posts/default/2316286790002640130?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KimsKitchenSink/~3/JbyVs9K_g6A/crafternoon-wedding-style.html" title="Crafternoon: Wedding-Style" /><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12548150437127473109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZMZNUauZY/TxOf0SASWMI/AAAAAAAAP1k/u3WaBx-cfi8/s72-c/IMG_0069.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.kimskitchensink.com/2012/01/crafternoon-wedding-style.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMR3g7eyp7ImA9WhRVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6214008852340471685.post-7604138336249718119</id><published>2012-01-13T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:04:46.603-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T11:04:46.603-08:00</app:edited><title>Comfort Isn't A Crime (or Liz Lemon is Awesome so Shut Up)</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
Conversation from last night while watching 30 Rock:&lt;/div&gt;
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Me: Throw some glasses on me, and I am Liz Lemon.&lt;br /&gt;
Will: That's not a good thing, Kim.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: But look at her outfit! We dress &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;similarly.&lt;br /&gt;
Will: That's not a good thing, Kim.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: But she dresses so cute! I love what she's wearing!&lt;br /&gt;Will: ...that's the point, Kim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Evidence (probably more convincing if you know me in real life):&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it was colder in SF, I'd be wearing this.&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing a very similar hat today though.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5b3X0FcjF0/TJ4OpMhrkEI/AAAAAAAAAm0/dj25WtwHfJY/s320/lemon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5b3X0FcjF0/TJ4OpMhrkEI/AAAAAAAAAm0/dj25WtwHfJY/s320/lemon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wore this when I went as LL for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;It was an outfit made of clothes from my closet.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have that exact hat, but I have one&lt;br /&gt;that is very similar. &lt;br /&gt;And one that looks like&amp;nbsp;a penguin.&lt;br /&gt;And I want her scarf.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty sure I've worn this exact thing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Please don't tell me anything but "You're totally right! She always looks cute, even when she's in her frumpy gray TGS sweatshirt, and I bet you look equally as cute in your frumpy gray DISQUS sweatshirt! Or in the cardigans and tshirts you wear almost every day! &amp;nbsp;Just like Liz!"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
I honestly love it when my coworkers laugh and tell me I am having a Liz Lemon moment, because I find her to be charmingly awkward and also hilarious. &amp;nbsp;So what if I identify with Liz Lemon? &amp;nbsp;She is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;
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Discuss amongst yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;
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Also on the agenda is (finally) unpacking from the holidays. &amp;nbsp;Want a list? &amp;nbsp;Ok, I'll give you a list! &amp;nbsp;So glad you asked!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;NOTE: List updated as of 9:50pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Big Suitcase: full of gifts, clothes, miscellaneous stuff&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Three Boxes&lt;/strike&gt; One box: full of gifts that didn't fit in our suitcases (parents had to ship)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;3 Suitcases and 2 Duffels: will be empty and needing to go back in the closet&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Winter coats/ski clothes: need to be put in duffel&lt;/strike&gt; and put back in closet&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Closet will need to be reorganized a little bit to make room for the suitcases&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;2 Boxes: Christmas/Chanukkah decor that needs to go back in said closet&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dining room table: needs to be cleared&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Coffee Table: Covered in mail, needs to be filed/put away/recycled&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Recycling: needs to be taken out&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1 box: wedding bouquet supplies&lt;/strike&gt; -- unpacked; the dried Caspia smells like fish though, so that's a mystery that needs solving.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
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Bonus List! &amp;nbsp;Wedding Stuff I want to get done this weekend:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Count scarves I've made, see if I have 1 or 2 more to make&lt;/strike&gt; -- I have 1.5 more to make!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Make a plan for dad's ties and mom's neckwarmers&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Make a plan for my handwarmers&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Find a dress for Katherine?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get Will's suit!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Pick up my dress, go to my fitting!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Sort through bouquet supplies to see what it all looks like&lt;/strike&gt; --&amp;nbsp;as noted above...unpacked; the dried Caspia smells like fish though, so that's a mystery that needs solving.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
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I'm a little inspired by &lt;a href="http://thehairpin.com/2012/01/ask-a-clean-person-tackling-a-major-clean-up-part-one"&gt;this post on The Hairpin&lt;/a&gt;...sometimes you need a little motivation! &amp;nbsp;I also want to get a bunch of laundry done (hey, Will, how would you like to do some laundry?) and organize the bedroom - there is a lot of stuff piled everywhere, and even a box I haven't unpacked from the move. In August. Oops. &amp;nbsp;Dang holidays!&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm ready to rock though! &amp;nbsp;Do you have any Winter Cleaning plans this weekend? &amp;nbsp;Any events you're preparing for? &amp;nbsp;Tell me your tales of nesting and productivity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6214008852340471685-7194610523978950078?l=www.kimskitchensink.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Every year, I &lt;a href="http://www.kimskitchensink.com/search?q=resolutions"&gt;write up some resolutions&lt;/a&gt; and check out the ones I wrote the year before to see how I did. &amp;nbsp;Usually, I realize that I forgot about some of them. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps I should write them somewhere other than the internet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last year's resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;blog more often (uh, sort of nebulous, eh? I think I blogged a lot in 2011, so that's good I guess) - just counted. 131 in 2010, and 95 in 2011. so, uh, nope. but I feel like 2011 was a bigger blogging year, so maybe 2010's posts weren't as substantive or something. whatever.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;give the ole blog a redesign (yeah, that never happened. hello, 2012, I'm coming for you! maybe?)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;create an "about" page (yep, didn't do that either)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;figure out why search is messed up on my blog (bet you can guess how that turned out)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;
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I think I focused too much on my blog, and then didn't have (or didn't take) the time to actually do this stuff. &amp;nbsp;But that's ok, because I also resolved to let my blog be what it is without pressuring myself to do more. &amp;nbsp;Since, you know, I have a full time job and a life outside work and am planning a wedding and all...I think it's ok. &amp;nbsp;Not saving babies here.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, it's New Years Day, and I'm sitting on the couch after two weeks of travel, family, parties, illness, and some really awesome other stuff I'll tell you about in a non-resolution post when I get around to uploading my pictures. &amp;nbsp;(wow, nothing like a lazy blogger to excite you on New Years Day! whatever, sue me. no, don't do that. you wouldn't have a case anyway, so shut up. god, what am I talking about?)&lt;/div&gt;
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This year, I want to...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;keep the house tidy, and not have piles of stuff everywhere (I always make this resolution when I write them right after traveling and the house is a mess)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;open the mail on the day it was received. or the day after. not the week after.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;eat healthier, eat slower (I eat too much because I eat too fast, and although baguettes and salami and cheese are some of my favorite foods, I want to focus on leaner proteins and more veggies and such. wedding diet, whatever). &amp;nbsp;maybe lose 5-10 pounds? &amp;nbsp;ick, I hate myself for saying that, but yeah, I could stand to do it.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;exercise more than twice a week. &amp;nbsp;preferably in some sort of class like the bar method or something.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;try new things, at least one new thing per month (a recipe, a craft project, an activity, being assertive, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;
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I think that's about it. &amp;nbsp;If I actually accomplish all this, I'll be an adventurous, responsible, healthy, fit person with a clean house (ha) - here's hoping!&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy New Year, all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
There's just one more thing I didn't mention, that Emika and I actually took a minute to marvel about during the show. &amp;nbsp;See, Sara is the master of covers. &amp;nbsp;When she covers a song, it becomes brand new. &amp;nbsp;I think it takes a special kind of musical ear to be able to do that, to hear a song and twist it around so it's still the same song, just...really different. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, she's really freaking good at covers, and I love hearing what she does with classics.&lt;br /&gt;
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But this time, she covered one of her old songs - one of my favorites that's been around since forever ago. &amp;nbsp;Covering your own work has to take a little something extra, I think. &amp;nbsp;It's hard enough to re-imagine someone else's music, but to take something that's come out of your own head, to move it around and change it into something new...I think that's harder. &amp;nbsp;I am terrible at covers. &amp;nbsp;I must lack the imagination or something, but even songs I've written myself always sound a little like something someone else wrote. &amp;nbsp;But that's neither here nor there. &amp;nbsp;My point is that Sara's cover of "Come Round Soon" last weekend pretty much blew my mind. &lt;br /&gt;
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And now...a little time travel (my music professors in college would be so proud of my "research", though I'll spare you the musical analysis). &amp;nbsp;Silly, yes. &amp;nbsp;Unnecessary, sure. &amp;nbsp;Fun? &amp;nbsp;I think so.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Check out "Come Round Soon" as she played it back in the day&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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(this was 2004 I think?)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;embed flashvars="audioUrl=http://dl.dropbox.com/u/12828132/01%20Come%20Round%20Soon.mp3" height="27" quality="best" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;
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At the House of Blues in Chicago in 2008&lt;/div&gt;
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(found it on YouTube, sorry the quality is rough)&lt;/div&gt;
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Toned down in 2009:&lt;/div&gt;
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And then, check out how she played it at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium on 12.10.11&lt;/div&gt;
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So yeah. &amp;nbsp;She's good.&lt;br /&gt;
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The End.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming soon, Why I Love Lady Danville, in honor of the fact that we get to hang out on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6214008852340471685-7605222127115795978?l=www.kimskitchensink.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, I spent three or four years selling homemade CDs, DVD singles of music videos made with friends, and I can still remember the first night we had t-shirts. &amp;nbsp;And a self-produced album that actually looked like a Real Live CD (it was shrinkwrapped, yo). &amp;nbsp;Things started feeling more legit. &amp;nbsp;She started drawing larger crowds and "headlining" the small local venues instead of being a 20 minute opener. &amp;nbsp;I used to accept compliments on her behalf (we looked more alike back then when I was college-thin), and giggle at the fact that people confused me for her, while using the misunderstanding to push more sales (shh secrets).&lt;br /&gt;
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In 2007, she hosted her CD release party for &lt;i&gt;Little Voice&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the Hotel Cafe (whoa, found &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmademmSh70"&gt;a video from that night&lt;/a&gt; online), and people were clamoring to get a copy. &amp;nbsp;Offering to buy the "Love Song" tshirt off my back if we ran out. &amp;nbsp;I was in a little merch booth, not just at a table in the corner, and honestly, at times I was glad for the separation. &amp;nbsp;I remember thinking how crazy it all seemed, that she was &lt;i&gt;autographing&lt;/i&gt; CDs, not just selling them to people who wanted the music from that night's show.&lt;br /&gt;
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In 2008, she headlined at The Fillmore. &amp;nbsp;They freaking recorded it. &amp;nbsp;You can &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Between-Line-Sara-Bareilles-Fillmore/dp/B001FWRZ2I"&gt;buy the DVD on Amazon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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When she played the Cafe duNord in SF in 2009, I was recently unemployed and available to merch all three nights of shows. &amp;nbsp;That was the first time I got teary-eyed; during "Love Song",&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;the audience sang along so loudly that she stopped singing to listen. &amp;nbsp;It hit me that this might be the last time I would be working behind the scenes for Sara - I felt something changing that night, and I felt all Mama Bear Proud. &amp;nbsp;We sold more merch than ever that night. &amp;nbsp;She had a new tour manager, who had kind of made light of the selling merchandise end of things, but once I showed him the numbers afterwards, I got to puff up my chest a little bit. &amp;nbsp;"Yeah, I'm good at this, dude. &amp;nbsp;I've been selling Sara's stuff for almost seven years now."&lt;br /&gt;
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Now she's judging &lt;i&gt;The Sing Off &lt;/i&gt;on NBC, which has of course garnered her another bajillion fans. &amp;nbsp;In the smallest world ever, of course one of the groups competing was made up of more alums of our a cappella group (hi, &lt;a href="http://sonosings.com/home.cfm"&gt;Sonos&lt;/a&gt;). &amp;nbsp;It was a trip to turn on the TV and see the faces of so many people I love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward to last night. &amp;nbsp;The Bill Graham Auditorium, which has a capacity of over 10,000, was nearly full. &amp;nbsp;People standing all the way to the back walls, and sitting in the balcony. &amp;nbsp;Everyone singing and laughing and dancing and pouring love up onto that stage. Fans with coordinated signs. Teenage girls on the street saying "I know she's not singing yet, but I can like, feel her presence!" basically blew my mind. &amp;nbsp;Fans lining up by her tour bus, waiting for over two hours in the cold after the show for a chance to say hello. &amp;nbsp;Scheduled meet and greets for radio winners. &amp;nbsp;Not to mention the show itself -- she's come a long way from those tiny bar shows where it was just her and an electric piano and occasionally a friend jumping in on percussion or guitar. &amp;nbsp;Last night was a bona fide rock concert. &amp;nbsp;I can't help but giggle when she steps away from the piano to strut back and forth across the stage, fans reaching up to touch her hands. &lt;br /&gt;
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If this sounds like a big ole love letter to Sara Bareilles, well, I guess it is. &amp;nbsp;I am so, so, overwhelmingly proud of this girl. &amp;nbsp;She has worked incredibly hard to get to this place, and has managed to stay true to herself and her music, not compromising her f-bombs and lame (I mean hilarious) jokes or turning into some high-maintenance diva. &amp;nbsp;I have so much love for this girl, you guys. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if you can tell. &amp;nbsp;And I didn't even give buckets and buckets of love to Javi and Josh, who have been here since the early days, the super crazy talented guys on guitar and drums. &amp;nbsp;Love, love love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every time we get together to see her shows, I leave with the warm fuzzies. &amp;nbsp;And this time, I thought I'd share them with you. &amp;nbsp;Happy Holidays! &amp;nbsp;:D&lt;br /&gt;
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Bonus: holiday hilarity from Sara and Ben Folds (do you think it was awkward for Nick Lachey?)&lt;br /&gt;
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We got our tree! &amp;nbsp;We found it pretty quickly in the 6-7' section (closer to 7', of course), and the lovely folks at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.delanceystreetfoundation.org/entertreedeco.php"&gt;Delancey Street Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;sawed a fresh cut, removed and saved a few low-hanging branches, and tied it to our car. &amp;nbsp;But wait - the story doesn't end there! We got home and realized our tree stand was not wide enough to accommodate our tree. &amp;nbsp;Will then spent an hour trying to saw the trunk down to a part where it was slightly narrower, and trimming the little nubbins off the side...eventually&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;we&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;he got it down to size and we shoved it into the stand. &amp;nbsp;It's a little bit of a tight fit, which makes watering a little rough, but it works. &amp;nbsp;And Reed stayed over and helped us decorate, with hot toddies and our traditional "Will's Christmas Playlist" playing in the background. &amp;nbsp;We even added a new tradition: adding photos to the tree. &amp;nbsp;No, we aren't fancy enough to use photo-ornaments -- I just printed some photos (using my sweet "new"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://h10010.www1.hp.com/wwpc/us/en/sm/WF05a/18972-18972-238444-421635-410635-4023238.html"&gt;HP Photo printer&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that I won at BlogHer and dude, you can print directly from Picasaweb From. The. Printer. WHAT?!) and we stuck them in the tree. And you know what? &amp;nbsp;It's kind of fun. &amp;nbsp;This morning, Reed made us a really cool origami tree topper, and le tree? &amp;nbsp;She is done!&lt;/div&gt;
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I've mentioned it before, but we would not be able to pull off this 4.5 month engagement + destination wedding without the help of my amazing friend Aly. &amp;nbsp;She is our wedding planner, graphic designer, stationer, bride-calmer-downer, scheduler, and ummm breakfast provider? &amp;nbsp;This girl is seriously on top of her game; some day when she owns her own wedding planning and coordination business, she is going to make bajillions of brides so happy! Not only did she design and build our entire wedding website (if only you could see the silly thing I cobbled together at first), she combined Will's Uncle Bruce's beautiful artwork with some really lovely text. &amp;nbsp;And made the RSVP cards. &amp;nbsp;And designed the email Save the Dates. &amp;nbsp;And came over this morning, with bagels, supplies and an extra printer just in case, to lead the &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/kimskitchensink/status/143417157026451456"&gt;invitation-assembly&lt;/a&gt; charge! &amp;nbsp;We got them all done, and I am set up with a Word template for printing on envelopes when we pull together the last few missing addresses. &amp;nbsp;Which, btw, is super easy with my fancy new aforementioned printer. I love this printer, yo. Also, did I mention that the invitations are gorgeous? &amp;nbsp;(thanks to &lt;a href="http://taylorsternberg.com/"&gt;Taylor&lt;/a&gt; for providing the confidentiality censorship)&lt;br /&gt;
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A few months ago, I realized that at night, it's kind of hard to see the bottom few steps of the stairs that lead from the kitchen down to the basement (where we do laundry). &amp;nbsp;Especially if you're carrying a hamper and making extra shadows. &amp;nbsp;I asked our landlord if we could install a motion sensor light, and he offered to pay for it. &amp;nbsp;I immediately ordered it from Amazon and received it, and it sat in the house for oh, maybe, &lt;strike&gt;a month&lt;/strike&gt; two months? &amp;nbsp;Ok, it's been busy, and too dark to do it after work. &amp;nbsp;But still. &amp;nbsp;Today I finally hung the damn thing, and &lt;strike&gt;I'm happy to say that it works perfectly&lt;/strike&gt; for some reason it does not work. &amp;nbsp;Soooo ok fine. &amp;nbsp;But I got it hung! &amp;nbsp;Eventually I'll get it working?&lt;br /&gt;
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Back in August, I installed a &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/69soxz"&gt;DIY spice rack&lt;/a&gt; situation in the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;I was pretty damn proud of myself, but soon we ran out of room. &amp;nbsp;I bought some new mesh drawer liner things (uhhh over a month ago?) but had yet to install them. &amp;nbsp;It was annoying both to-do-list and practicality-wise, and finally today I took care of it. &amp;nbsp;Behold the wonder that is our even more spectacular wall of spices! &amp;nbsp;Now all of our cooking spices are within easy reach, right next to the stove. &amp;nbsp;The baking spices (cinnamon and nutmeg and such) are still going to live in the pantry though, because they are used much less often and hardly ever while cooking.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Kitchen Makeover and Office/Guestroom Plans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The brilliant Melissa (of &lt;a href="http://designblitzsf.com/"&gt;Blitz&lt;/a&gt;, the design firm that did the &lt;a href="http://blog.disqus.com/post/10824916808/disqus-office-2-0"&gt;Disqus office&lt;/a&gt;, of whom I am completely enamored) came over on Saturday morning to take a look at our back room. &amp;nbsp;It is currently an office (meaning that Will's desk is in there, along with a ton of boxes) but I want it to be an office/guest room. I don't have a lot of vision for this room though, because it is pretty tiny, and let's face it: I'm not a designer. &amp;nbsp;But give Melissa a measuring tape and a floor plan and girl can work magic! &amp;nbsp;For about $1,000 (sofabed, file cabinets, shelves, area rug, throw pillows), we can transform this room into a really cozy, library/study-inspired space, with enough room for Will's desk, a sofabed, and plenty of office storage. &amp;nbsp;Now we just need $1,000!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaQNBbw_XDc/TtxQ_gFh_EI/AAAAAAAAPfA/mVGVEX0wRHI/s1600/IMG_1585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RaQNBbw_XDc/TtxQ_gFh_EI/AAAAAAAAPfA/mVGVEX0wRHI/s200/IMG_1585.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Melissa was here, I gave her my "oh, so by the way, there's some stuff in the kitchen I could use some help with" tour -- and she had the genius idea of moving the microwave on top of the dishwasher (that no, I still haven't hooked up - but I will! I will!) to make room on the built in hutch for my pretty glass jars of grains (and the knives). There's enough room to set stuff down for prepping, and it looks much cleaner too. &amp;nbsp;And wouldn't you know it? The microwave fits &lt;i&gt;perfectly&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the space on top of the dishwasher. &amp;nbsp;And because I moved all those spices and things out of the way, there is more room on the kitchen cart for chopping and prep (and eventually, to open the dishwasher). &amp;nbsp;Love it. &amp;nbsp;So THANK YOU, MELISSA.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because...well...you made it this far, and tis the season and all!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You didn't think I'd forget about Chanukkah, did you?&lt;br /&gt;Can you find the hidden Star of David?&lt;br /&gt;What about the Mistletoe (ok, so that's more Christmas)?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Productivity is awesome.&lt;/div&gt;
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Awesome Awesome Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ok readers, I need your help. &amp;nbsp;Lately, I've been washing a lot of my laundry on the delicate cycle. &amp;nbsp;Not just the typical delicates...we're talking cardigans and thin t-shirts in addition to the nicer-quality tops I've been trying to work into my wardrobe. &amp;nbsp;To be fair, the tags all say "gentle cycle", and I don't want my clothes to pill! The problem is that half of the stuff can't go in the dryer. Yeah, I throw most of the cardigans and tshirts in the dryer (on LOW, jeez) but a lot of the tops and sweaters can't go in the dryer, either because they say "lay flat to dry" or because I'm paranoid that they'll shrink.&lt;/div&gt;
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Usually it's ok; I divide the delicates into "dryer" and "not dryer", and lay flat all my "not dryer" pieces on this awesome guy over here:&lt;/div&gt;
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The mesh keeps my clothes from gaining awkward indentations (that are seriously difficult to get out without ironing or re-washing). &amp;nbsp;The mesh is removable for super easy storage if you need to tuck it away, or if you want to drape towels on it or something (though who line-dries towels?). Thanks to Erin for introducing us; I am in love.&lt;/div&gt;
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However, we only have one. &amp;nbsp;Our other drying rack is from IKEA, and it is all skinny slats.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought you for Will when he first had sweaters&lt;br /&gt;that couldn't go in the dryer. We've moved on.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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It doesn't hold a lot, and even bulky sweaters end up with those awkward indentations. &amp;nbsp;But sometimes (usually), I need the space of both racks. &amp;nbsp;I feel silly buying a second Michael Graves (also I can't find it online, so now I'm freaking out that maybe it doesn't exist anymore), but the IKEA one is kinda useless. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tonight, I am in the predicament of having done (&lt;i&gt;somehowidon'tknowhowitpileduplikethatyikes)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;THREE LOADS of delicates. &amp;nbsp;Load #1 all went on the racks (and barely fit, I might add. ok, didn't fit. one sweater is laying on the dryer). &amp;nbsp;Load #2 went in the dryer. &amp;nbsp;Load #3 is sitting in the washer, because when I went down to the basement to take it out, the rack stuff still wasn't dry (I washed it last night, but it's been cold out). &amp;nbsp;So it's going to sit overnight tonight. &amp;nbsp;In the washer. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully it won't get like, gross and moldy or something, but that usually takes several days of sitting (not that I would know) to occur. &amp;nbsp;Fingers crossed that tomorrow (when, um, I get home at like 10pm) Load #1 will be dry and I can put Load #3 on the racks. &amp;nbsp;It will be wrinkled and I might have to air fluff it in the dryer or something, because ahem, delicate "nice tops" shouldn't be wrinkled. &amp;nbsp;And I don't like to iron.&lt;/div&gt;
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So help me please. Do I follow my laundry directions too strictly? &amp;nbsp;Should I just do smaller loads and let this be a lesson to myself to never let the laundry pile up again? &amp;nbsp;Is there a way to avoid those indentations? &amp;nbsp;Should I just seek out another mesh rack?&lt;/div&gt;
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