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the latest idea is to video tape the actual wedding and show it as a movie at a very cool old movie theater. &amp;nbsp;it's not expensive, it's a super fun idea (i think) it would hold all of our guests and we might be able to have alcohol for those who want it. &amp;nbsp;the problem is that securing a date and inviting people makes me feel itchy. &amp;nbsp;even if we end up just having friends up and watching a movie of our choosing with popcorn, it wouldn't be a total waste of an experience. &amp;nbsp;gosh, i might need chocolate and valium to get through this planning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-9139080463710746252?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The bulk of my triggers come from family and real or perceived slights. &amp;nbsp;Most of this is matt's family because i keep a lot of distance from my family. &amp;nbsp;I can't keep much distance from matt's family so I have to find a way to deal with it in a more positive way. &amp;nbsp;I've been thinking and talking to my sister about our childhood and it's helping me understand more about myself than i've ever really tried before. &amp;nbsp;I've always been hard to get to know, I keep up a lot of walls. &amp;nbsp;A lot of that is protecting myself from my family. &lt;br /&gt;
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My parents weren't horribly abusive but they weren't very good either. &amp;nbsp;I can't remember a time when I didn't make my own lunch for school or do my own laundry. &amp;nbsp;Before first grade I had to use chairs to reach the buttons. &amp;nbsp;Matt told me his mom taught him how to do laundry when he went to college. &amp;nbsp;that is what a normal family does. &amp;nbsp;A normal, attentive mother. &amp;nbsp;A normal mother doesn't leave her kids sitting outside of school until it's dark and not notice when their six year old isn't at the dinner table. &lt;br /&gt;
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My sister says she couldn't ever forget her kids. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how anyone could. &amp;nbsp;it's not like she did drugs, she just wasn't that interested in caring for us. &amp;nbsp;and neither was my dad. &amp;nbsp;They had kids because that's what you were supposed to do. &amp;nbsp;we had food and clothes, they paid for my college at least what the scholarship didn't cover, but no attention. &amp;nbsp;not ever. &lt;br /&gt;
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So I guess my parents raised me to be very independent with their negligence. &amp;nbsp;independent and hesitant to trust because who can you rely on if you can't count on your parents. &amp;nbsp;I'm trying to understand this and realize that it's not always going to be like that. &amp;nbsp;I can trust matt. &amp;nbsp;Always. &amp;nbsp;that's the thing i'm basing all my personal growth on. &amp;nbsp;I can trust him which means I can work on other things and try to let some other people in and stop feeling like i have to bear every burden on my own. &amp;nbsp;I'm working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-3205210980669334765?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Actually I want to be such a good person that it doesn't even bother me but I'm not sure I can afford the therapy to be that good. &amp;nbsp;I'll settle for not seething because someone gave me a present. &amp;nbsp;That'll all change when we get married and she's not there, I'm sure I won't see anything as friendly as cat earrings again. &amp;nbsp;I might have to start a completely new blog for that, something with barbed wire. &lt;br /&gt;
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As this is supposed to be a weightloss blog, I will share that I am losing very slowly by eating more calories. &amp;nbsp;It's very difficult psychologically to eat more calories to lose weight but i'm tracking and really trying to eat well to fuel our daily exercise. &amp;nbsp;I need to get back in to my pilates every day thing. &amp;nbsp;I've been stretching every day to keep my shoulder loose but I would definitely benefit from the core exercise. &amp;nbsp;I have a dress that fits at my current size but I wouldn't mind terribly if I was so thin I had to buy a new one. &amp;nbsp;I'd get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-245049058688851049?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't know yet what is in store for me for the rest of the day. &amp;nbsp;Matt is keeping his plans all quiet all though i definitely saw the sign he mentioned about how nothing says love like a gun. &amp;nbsp;I guess we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-7911652471007265884?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm trying to get excited about baking this year and that's hard to do when it's so warm. &amp;nbsp;I know there will be plenty of days for hot chocolate and warm cookies and i'll be cursing the cold before long but seriously it's weird. &amp;nbsp;and those boots i bought are totally not necessary when it's 60, just saying. &lt;br /&gt;
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I've been working on my wedding and recently nothing is that big a deal anymore. &amp;nbsp;maybe it's winter malaise but i'm just not that into it anymore. &amp;nbsp;the basics are covered and that's about it. &amp;nbsp;I'm thinking of taking my brooch bouquet to flower class with me to ask my teacher's opinion. &amp;nbsp;I don't really want to re-do it but i want it to look right and i'm not sure if i have the objectivity with it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-7181365599353123690?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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on the downside, I lost everything. &amp;nbsp;email addresses and phone numbers and music and everything. &amp;nbsp;if I had your number and i owe you a call or a text, sorry dudes. &amp;nbsp;my phone was dead for weeks before i got around to dealing with it and my sister was convinced i was dead and now because i live like a technology gypsy and have nothing written down...i'm totally without basic contact information for most of my family. &amp;nbsp;it would be awesome if i learned a lesson from this but odds on I tell myself I'm going to write it all down and I won't. &amp;nbsp;Maybe i'll surprise myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-1776118345050580219?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought changing out the guts would be hard and all the tutorials on youtube proved me right, what with the special tools and instructions that tell you to use force but be careful. &amp;nbsp;I didn't think it would be more difficult to make the practically brand new phone come to life but i was totally wrong. &amp;nbsp;it's way more frustrating dealing with stuff that should work as opposed to stuff that is leaking proverbial phone blood all over the place. &amp;nbsp;customer care told me i had to get a new sim card...at the store...and after four days i was finally able to do this. &amp;nbsp;and actually it helped. &amp;nbsp;it helped in the way that i can now see the phone on my itunes and restore the settings but alas, can still not at all use the phone. &lt;br /&gt;
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i'm starting to get hulk mad, like when your clothes rip at the seams and you call customer service and are short on the pleasantries with the tech help just because you can be, watch out at&amp;amp;t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-8912636993277369186?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To prepare for the storm we had to put the grill away and pick the last of the garden, and stack four truckloads of wood. &amp;nbsp;The stacking was my favorite part and now all of my muscles are broken. &amp;nbsp;even if sunday wasn't snowed in and powered down we would have been laying around all day anyway, in traction. &amp;nbsp;it burns almost four hundred calories an hour though so that's a plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-4563160035217003892?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I also ordered a belt for my dress which is not matchy matchy so hopefully it works out. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have a few pairs of shoes that go with my belt, or vice versa, I'm not sure which ones i love the bestest but i get to try it all on and see what i like best. &lt;br /&gt;
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I ordered two sets of wedding cake toppers today. &amp;nbsp;two sets? &amp;nbsp;yes, i'm a jerk. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't decide and since they're actually salt and pepper shakers it's not like I can't use them. &amp;nbsp;I have a pair of very adorable vintage black swans who make a quirky goth heart when put together. &amp;nbsp;I also have a pair of pewter birds i can't remember the name of, pheasants maybe. &amp;nbsp;they are very graceful with long tails. &amp;nbsp;So I have a quirky option and a gracefully beautiful option depending on the mood. &amp;nbsp;I can of course use them both on my table all year for any occasion and I just couldn't resist losing them at their super cheap prices. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have a few more things to buy for matt's ensemble and a few small things that I know i will want for one of my wedding related parties that I will purchase as funds allow and then I am calling it quits on the shopping. &amp;nbsp;if you keep shopping you keep finding things you like better and second guess your choices and i'm just done with that. &amp;nbsp;i'm burnt out on decision making and i really have a lot left to do so some things really have to get settled on the quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-5728501434005043129?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This weekend I baked everything in the whole world. &amp;nbsp;I made chicken soup and biscuits for my sick boyfriend, I made banana chocolate muffins, peanut butter biscuits for knox's birthday! and an apple pie. &amp;nbsp;The pie came out great, my crust recipe is really improved. &amp;nbsp;The peanut butter biscuits got no complaints from the doggies and knox was so eager to help me with the taste testing he ate four banana chip muffins with wrappers. &amp;nbsp;hopefully he doesn't have regrets about that. &amp;nbsp;I certainly do, they were really good and definitely not meant for doggies. &lt;br /&gt;
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Matt and his dad agreed the soup came out well and matt's dad asked me an interesting question i've never thought about before. &amp;nbsp;how do I know it's good if i never taste it? &amp;nbsp;80% of the things I cook I never taste. &amp;nbsp;I've never eaten my own chicken soup or pot roast, beef stew or meatloaf. &amp;nbsp;I have no idea how they taste. &amp;nbsp;I remember what my mom's recipes taste like and I cook them the same way my mom did. &amp;nbsp;He asked me how I season things and i said I guessed and he laughed. &amp;nbsp;I suppose it's more like instinct that guessing. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if it's impressive that I can feed matt without tasting anything or if i'm missing huge areas I could learn and grow as a cook. &amp;nbsp;I guess there's not much I can do about it unless I go back to eating meat, I suppose I should just be happy matt is happy. &amp;nbsp;if I was a terrible cooker of meat I'm sure he'd take over. &amp;nbsp;or divorce me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-4762135125879507937?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've made almost all of my wedding outfit decisions. &amp;nbsp;I still have this feeling in the back of my head that if we get a huge amount of financial help i'll get a dressier dress but probably that's not the best use of the money. &amp;nbsp;And anyway, dress. &amp;nbsp;I have a dress and I guess I'm feeling ok about it because I've started to consider everyone else's outfit. &amp;nbsp;I'm thinking about some wedding sneakers for matt and my witness is going to be very pregnant by my wedding so god knows what she'll want to wear. &amp;nbsp;probably by then she won't care that much as long as she can walk. &amp;nbsp;Are there rules on getting out of someone's wedding if you're a million months pregnant. &amp;nbsp;Of course I know she wants to be there but she might feel totally different when it's too late, when tickets are bought and what not. &amp;nbsp;what do you guys think? &amp;nbsp;Would you let her know it's ok to back out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-8086450416843280008?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lP0QS1xKnE/Tnx_dyonnoI/AAAAAAAAAck/XLpTNHEAams/s1600/IMG_1194.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/-1lP0QS1xKnE/Tnx_dyonnoI/AAAAAAAAAck/XLpTNHEAams/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was supposed to be finishing turnipalooza last night but instead we came home and while preparing to take the woofers out Leo ran in and was missing a very big chunk of his back haunch. &amp;nbsp;Matt grabbed him and put him in the carrier and i got my bag and swept him off to the emergency vet. &lt;br /&gt;
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It looks like he survived a very unpleasant meeting with a fisher cat or a fox. &amp;nbsp;He's bruised everywhere and has lots of scratches in addition to the huge bite on his back. &lt;br /&gt;
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The whole time he didn't cry a bit and hopped all around like he didn't have a hole in his person. &amp;nbsp;He does not however like the cone very much and he has to wear it for two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;
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Jolie, his bestest friend, sat outside his crate last night crying. &amp;nbsp;We let him out today and they're sitting on the bed together. &amp;nbsp;Knox keeps trying to chew the collar but so far no one is trying to lick him anywhere he isn't supposed to be licked. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCOYlCwtaac/Tnx_hahAM3I/AAAAAAAAAco/7GmkY5zLSYs/s1600/IMG_1193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCOYlCwtaac/Tnx_hahAM3I/AAAAAAAAAco/7GmkY5zLSYs/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent the whole night at the emergency vet and we had the honor of being the most horrific case there that night. &amp;nbsp;Some folks with a golden retriever covered in porcupine quills looked absolutely faint when the doctor told me about his wounds in the waiting room. &amp;nbsp;I probably wouldn't have fainted too if i wasn't so hopped on adrenaline. &amp;nbsp;Poor Baby Paws!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-5844659790028983172?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QeygvnN0HA0/TnTsFd7asxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LnYmSzlu0Xk/s1600/IMG_1191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QeygvnN0HA0/TnTsFd7asxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/LnYmSzlu0Xk/s400/IMG_1191.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo shows the pink cameo that was my mothers'.&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/-w6USOKj-ZnA/TnTsIOZzWEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xVw_EI4yoGQ/s1600/IMG_1190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6USOKj-ZnA/TnTsIOZzWEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xVw_EI4yoGQ/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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This photo shows a mustard seed pendant that was my grandmothers'.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CquLeYggAjI/TnTsJqBXVGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jYTHyDJbWSI/s1600/IMG_1187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CquLeYggAjI/TnTsJqBXVGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/jYTHyDJbWSI/s400/IMG_1187.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used a lace scarf of my mom's to bridge the top of the bouquet to the handle.&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/-o6eR_767CUg/TnTsMrhVDCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/p0aLLnedHdk/s1600/IMG_1186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6eR_767CUg/TnTsMrhVDCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/p0aLLnedHdk/s400/IMG_1186.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finished the handle with an ivory ribbon and corsage pins. &amp;nbsp;They're a little loose and I might have to re-do that before the actual wedding. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to try real hard to leave it alone unless I find something I absolutely have to have or if I'm presented with an idea that I have to try. &amp;nbsp;The handle is a little skinny which I'm undecided about. &amp;nbsp;It took almost no time to put that part together so if I get a good idea on that front I might five it a try. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I've made a few more decisions regarding my dress. &amp;nbsp;all I need now is someone to marry us and a photographer. &amp;nbsp;and then I have to decide on the reception...way more difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-6721682254204732114?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqgVjrk4FnE/TmtIuGsDMbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/dVb5j3d2_v8/s1600/IMG_1161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqgVjrk4FnE/TmtIuGsDMbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/dVb5j3d2_v8/s320/IMG_1161.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are the most recent pictures where the bouquet is almost done. &amp;nbsp;I think the one thing I have learned, although I like the overall look, is that I have to do the whole thing over again. &amp;nbsp;You can still see a lot of the foam and yet there is no room for more stuff, and it's HEAVY so adding more isn't ideal. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to write the two dollars down to experience and buy a new foam dome. &amp;nbsp;hehe. &amp;nbsp;foam dome. &amp;nbsp;anyway, I like it and i know it can be better so I'm really excited about it. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to use all the things I've learned and do a bit more pre-planning on the foam core like painting or covering it so I won't have to focus on covering it with shinies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-3354801447950637772?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jVVOns4O6Y/TmIZ-6TgV5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/_38_mFgdbMU/s1600/IMG_1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jVVOns4O6Y/TmIZ-6TgV5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/_38_mFgdbMU/s400/IMG_1149.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I received a package of gold flotsam in the mail yesterday so I added to my bouquet. &amp;nbsp;this package was all buttons. &amp;nbsp;cheap plastic buttons but shiny and better than green foam. &amp;nbsp;I have one more package of quality pins and brooches coming hopefully this week and I might be able to either cover the plastic or eliminate it completely. &amp;nbsp;I definitely like the texture better with the additions, there seems to be more fullness. &lt;br /&gt;
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Matt asked me how many i was making. &amp;nbsp;I think he doesn't realize it's a bouquet and not a centerpiece or maybe he's just a boy and he's blocking it all out. &amp;nbsp;hard call. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-3352742932219846435?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aq8uOL-5Ba8/TmDGjii7LqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ECCRQzJyZ54/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aq8uOL-5Ba8/TmDGjii7LqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/ECCRQzJyZ54/s400/photo.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a terrible picture of how far I've gotten. &amp;nbsp;I have a lot of work to do on it and I think I probably should've painted the foam first. &amp;nbsp;I ordered two lots of gold and pearl flotsam to fill in the gaps which are kind of huge. &amp;nbsp;I hadn't really intended to do it this large but it's completely impossible without the foam. &amp;nbsp;unless of course you have skills. &amp;nbsp;I don't have skills so I bought some foam and some floral tape and wire and stem wire and probably I should buy some glue. &amp;nbsp;and paint. &amp;nbsp;and maybe real flowers. &amp;nbsp;let me know what you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-3360339453525937931?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I did find those postcards. &amp;nbsp;They were exactly two feet from me in a box that i thought i checked already. &amp;nbsp;I guess it was so cathartic to donate all that other stuff that I'm just relieved to find the cards. &amp;nbsp;Now I have to figure out how to use them. &amp;nbsp;I have two hundred or so 1970's vintage postcards of acadia. &amp;nbsp;I was thinking of glueing baby envelopes with notes in them martha stewart style or maybe having a stamp made I just have to decide if they're response cards or announcements or save the dates or what. &lt;br /&gt;
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That's one of the things I have to decide on soon. &amp;nbsp;one of the many things. &amp;nbsp;I'm supposed to be working on my brooch bouquet this week and i have been actually. &amp;nbsp;I have a feeling this is going to be one of those projects where I go through a whole lot of supplies and eventually i'll figure out the right way to do it. &amp;nbsp;I'm still full of enthusiasm and in one of my boxes I found a cameo brooch that was my mothers so I'm trying to work that in without damaging it. &amp;nbsp;wish me luck on that one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few samples. &amp;nbsp;Mine will probably not be that big unless i break the budget and buy a lot more pins. &amp;nbsp;I love the colorful ones but at the moment I'm attracted to only gold and pearls so probably the last on the right will look most like my finished product...at least in theory. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have a vacation coming up next week and as Rebecca reminded me I have 1000 projects to work on. &amp;nbsp;This bridal bouquet is not the most important but I also don't want to leave it till the last minute. &amp;nbsp;I'm putting a lot of time on what i'll be wearing and not much else. &amp;nbsp;I still need to find a photographer and someone to you know actually marry us, but obviously the homemade brooch bouquet is more important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21542058-1695151516637685410?l=athenalaughed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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