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Why oh why did I agree to MC the wedding?

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Bridal Shower final preparations today.

Flower buying

Advice box buying

Advice card making

Vase buying

Flower arranging

Game creating

Timesheet making

Then shopping for the bride and bridesmaid's sleepover (actually should probably mention that to the bride at some point. They bought three bottles of wine and are bringing another two. (I could buy over one hundred Aldi cleanskins for the price of the three. Plus only the bridesmaids drink wine so it's going to be an interesting night - we got a Rekorderlig for An as it is all she drinks.)

I am so tired I can hardly type.

1. The (hopefully) appropriated trashy hand-beaded Bride-to-be sash. (After spending too many hours sewing on pearl beads I had a new-found appreciation for hand-beaded wedding gowns - more on that in a week and a bit.)

I intend for those 45 seconds to be the only ones in my life wearing such a sash. I hope.

2. As I said - a lotta candy

3&4: Still not enough for to fill 35 Bridal Favours but everyone likes tea, right?

Last night I went along to what I originally thought was a primary school reunion with people I hadn't seen for nine years, but turned out to be more accurately described as a Bahai gathering, and me.

Nothing was explicitly said about this but I figured it out quickly when a friend from Canberra was there who I knew was Bahai.

Still, it was nice to meet the new people, see joy on the face of people I once knew to see me again, and to feel like I was surrounded by people who wanted to see a more just world and who believed in me despite only just meeting me.

At the end there was this beautiful prayer sung in Persian. I wish I knew what it meant. I overheard someone at the end saying that they were considering explaining it to those who didn't understand (by which they would have meant just me). I wish I had asked them.

It was like what I used to love - that energy in a room of believers where you feel like it is your destiny to be there, that there is an awesome presence in the room. I've started to lose that, although I'm drawn to it still, I'm not sure whether this loss has benefited me or not. I certainly have friends who think it has.

As part of the evening we had to say an inspirational quote. I read out plodding mediocrity which remains a favourite quote of mine (even though the friend who wrote it for me apparently no longer sees the virtue of mediocrity).

5kg is a lot of Rock Candy.

The Master is a strange film.

Bridal Shower craft. The bunting if because the invitation had bunting on it. I've also cut out about a hundred paper hearts to put on the tables.

We decided to make a Bride-to-be sash because the ready made ones looked tacky. I've since decided it is the concept, and the colour theme, that's trashy. Oh well, here is the start of my appropriately-tacky sash for Anna. (The final product will also include a lace trim and a flower at the hip - just in case you thought there was an ever-so slight chance that the thing could look nice.) That's 2 hours of beading so far because I had to sew the beads down twice so that they sit right. But I'm getting quicker - it's a good excuse to watch more Caprica although I'm not sure I'll want to. (BSG is waaay better... just sayin' )

Also ordered most of the stuff for the Bridal Shower favours after many stressed hours deciding what to do and a painful drive this after around the industrial areas of Perth looking for wholesaler selling old-fashioned candy.

I *may*, potentially, have gone a bit OTT with this thing...

Wedding craft. A sign for Anna and Brett's "Wishing Well" suitcase.

Norwegian beer number two: was a bit weird with the ginger tofu and mushroom stirfry, which itself had a number of issues. I enjoyed how Dad gave me just a little more than yesterday. Like I'm working up to a full glass or something...

Picked up a film at Jumbo called "Turn Me On, Godammit!" because the title intrigued me. Then I saw that it was a Norwegian film so took this as a sign, (perhaps of things to come in what has been named, not by me, "Scandalously Scandi Lover Watch [if it was me it would have been "Lovah"] ), so I got it out.

Dad and I made it through nearly twenty whole minutes before he remarked, joking, "You're not going to Norway" and I kindly turned the film off.

If that's what Norwegian teenagers are like I'm afraid, so very afraid....

I guess it's just super cold there. And they go a little crazy or something. :P

Some thoughts

Norwegian beer > Danish beer

Because Dad says so.

Dutch beer > Norwegian beer.

Cheap.

I'm not sure where this leaves us.

Apparently in recent months (or years perhaps - I'm not sure) my father has taken to drinking Norwegian beer which he says is better that the Danish stuff. (This shall serve as the first entry on the list I am collating.)

So we had some celebratory Nøgne ø at dinner.

'twas arright. I guess I've got six months to get used to the stuff.

#norway>copenhagen #theseletterswillbefun

Playing who can eat the most cookie in the tub of cookies and cream icecream with Anna. Most bestest.

My mother is reading Pinocchio in dialect. This is wonderful wonderful.

Feeling all warm and fuzzy and stuff... ... Also confuzled.

Oh, just get a boyfriend already.

Mum in response to me asking her to rub my hair.

#it'sstartingalready #gah

It was nineteen degrees in Perth yesterday. I may have arrived there in three pairs of still-wet socks from Canberra but it was nice to feel like a jumper was optional, although probably still a good idea, after ten pm.

Today, there has been rain which made me think perhaps the crappy weather had come with me. But it was still twenty-two degrees so I'm not so sure.

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