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24 February 2015 @ 12:04 am
My family has a tradition that when a girl marries, you get a piece of wedding ivy to carry in your bouquet. The ivy is a cutting of the ivy that my grandmother carried in her bouquet on her wedding day and that is still going strong 65+ years later. I was thrilled to have a piece for my bouquet and carefully brought it home so I could root it and plant it for my own home.

I had been waffling as to what to plant it in when I had a great idea - Some good friends of ours who are essentially who we want to be when we grow up (she's a medical geek, he's an engineer-y geek, they're both Norse Laurels, they have a bunch of very interesting children, and they have been happily married for decades) gave us a beautify Scandinavian pottery cook pot. It's beautiful, it's oven safe, its probably ideal for SCA cooking... but it's breakable and I'm a giant klutz. Events have random rocks and our kitchen floor is tile, so I've been too afraid to actually use it. Then it occurred to me that it would be an amazing planter.

Since there is no drainage hole, I lined the bottom of the pot with stones that we had used as decorations at the ceremony, topped them with some Perelite, and then some potting mix. So now it is sitting in the middle of our kitchen table, all full of tradition, memories and happiness. I am super pleased with the result.

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Symbols are important and this makes me very happy. :)~
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21 February 2015 @ 01:12 pm
Sharing to save, as they say. Thora Sharptooth has a new webpage:
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21 February 2015 @ 12:40 pm
Eeep! Saturday started with a moment of disbelief - This was really happening - I was getting MARRIED! O.o

Morning PreparationsCollapse )

The CeremonyCollapse )

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The Reception, including my sister's awesome toastCollapse )
The "Bonus Reception" and the bouquet tossCollapse )

Greg got home somewhat before me, so I had to ring the doorbell to get him to come down and lift me over the threshold, as is right and proper. ;) There were additional smooches and squishes and lots of "OMG, we're MARRIED," but we passed out pretty quickly, since there was cleanup and a brunch to do in the morning. Weddings are a ton of work, a ton of fun, and I am so glad, for so many reasons, that I'll only have to do this once.

* Ending her speech with "Skol!" fit the toast Buffy had designed, but was also a nod to the speech I had given as MOH at HER wedding. I had stood up, given the speech, and then, being used to toasting SCA feasts, ended it with "Skol!" before thinking about it. I was met with crickets until my Uncle Steve - a giant dude with a booming voice - caught on and responded "SKOL!" from the back of the room and everyone else sort of petered in with a weak "skol?" I was explaining that for the rest of the night. :P
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21 February 2015 @ 10:27 am
Absolutely something I have seen done at my place of work:

dumbsize, v.trans.Pronunciation: Brit. /ˈdʌmsʌɪz/, U.S. /ˈdəmˌsaɪz/Etymology: < dumb adj. + size v.1, punningly after down-size v. Compare slightly earlier dumbsizing n. colloq. (orig. and chiefly U.S.). trans. To dismiss (staff) in excessive numbers or without regard to organizational function, with the result that work can no longer be carried out effectively. Also intr. Cf. dumbsizing n.
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More journaling for myself. :)

Final Preparation DetailsCollapse )

We completed the few little things that needed to get done and then Greg and I sat in our library, in our matching comfy recliners pushed close enough so we could hold each other's hand, with the birdies cheeping in the corner, the fireplace on, and a good Scotch in hand. Life was, at that moment, perfect in every way.
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01 February 2015 @ 05:53 pm
So, finding the dress was itself a sort of funny story (partially provided here). I had let it slip to my mom that I had been going to a few wedding dress shops, despite my intent to order one from a bespoke Victorian tailor (because if I am going to spend that sort of money on a dress, I want to wear it again!), and she was super disappointed that she wasn't going to get to go dress shopping with me. Well, I had planned onthe shopping mostly being seeing what looked good on me to inform my ordering requests, not to actually buy a dress, but it is good to keep the mommy happy, so I looked for ways to include her in the process. Unfortunately, it takes *forever* to get a wedding dress in and, even looking in May for a November wedding, several shops were saying it would have to be a rush order. After some quick schedule-checking, it became clear that the only weekend that would work for both of us would be to piggy-back on my mom's trip to Milwaukee for an appointment that coincided with the weekend we were moving a bunch of Greg's things from Cary to Sun Prairie to make the house nicer to stage. It was not ideal, but we decided to just make it work, somehow.
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26 January 2015 @ 12:23 am
October went by in an almighty blur. Our wedding was November 1 and as the date got closer, I became more and more grateful that I had done a lot of the research, planning, and item procurement in the early summer, because the days just flew by. I'm a big planner and details are important to me, so I had everything planned out exactly and had a Plan B and usually a Plan C for everything. Unfortunately, it is good that I had those levels of planning since there were a bunch of things that would go wrong immediately beforehand or on the day of. Looking back, there are definitely some things that I wish had gone differently and some things I wish we had done that just didn't happen, but I'm surprised at how well I was able to just roll with the punches and I'm overall pretty happy with the way the day turned out.

You probably don't care, but I want to remember - very, very much a TL;DR post :PCollapse )
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06 January 2015 @ 11:05 pm
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Just because I needed more insanity in my life this Fall, I also ran Griffin Needle Challenge again. Happily, this time some folks up in Falcoln's Keep agreed to actually run the event for me and so I was only responsible for the judges, prizes, and website. :) Still, that was plenty, and I was very grateful!

We had five teams this year and there was a pretty good degree of completion from all of them. However, I think my favorite thing of all was that the model in the middle - Byle - did all the research for his outfit and during a midnight documentation review, completely had a nerdgasm over how this project had allowed him to discover the joy of research. :) Spreading the sickness, that's how it's done!

And then just for a dose of wrong, here I am using a sewing MACHINE at Griffin Needle! I was one of the Judges and this was a modern project for the wedding, so I don't ACTUALLY feel bad about it... OK, I MOSTLY don't feel bad about it. But silly, oh-so-silly...

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06 January 2015 @ 10:17 pm
The adventure of the fall was a trip to Prague with my mother. She had, for some years, been saying that she "needed to see Prague before I die!" I finally told her that if she really did want to see Prague, she just needed to tell me that she wanted me to take her to Prague. She said, "fine, take me to Prague!" So I did. :)
Prague! (long, because PRAGUE!)Collapse )
The photos are bigger than intended (sorry) but if you want more, they are on my Flickr stream. :)
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05 December 2014 @ 11:22 pm
The late spring and summer passed by really quite quickly. Most of my free time was spent settling into the house or planning the wedding. I didn't really feel unpacked until late June, then our big SCA event was in early July.

I was not in charge of Warriors and Warlords this year, thank goodness, but I was responsible for the classes, the overall schedule, and the site booklet, so that ate a certain amount of time. The event was held at a new site and, as is often the case, there were some bumps along the way as we adjusted to the realities of the new location. I liked the location we had for the Authentic Encampment and the classes - it was central and shaded and felt separate enough from regular camping to feel apart, but close enough to feel welcoming to folks who wanted to visit. I again had a fair number of entries into my Geektastic Challenge - an A&S competition that focuses on obscure or less-than-sexy entries that are well-documented. It's a showcase for all those daily-life things that often get overlooked at a bean count (I always joke that I can tell what will win a bean count from 10 paces - it is always the shiniest thing or, failing that, the biggest thing). This year's winner was oatcakes. They were OK oatcakes, but pretty bland - the stellar component was the research paper which included translations from French and redactions of period recipes. Really niftty. :) We had a bit of adventure because of thunderstorms - we had to do some emergency trenching and we cooked food on my tent's porch, being well convinced that even if sparks jumped, they would not light the awning on fire. It was also the first big camping event that whymc and I went to as a couple and I think things went reasonably well. As usual, I brought too much stuff, but we did use most of it and it all got home one way or another.

Pennsic was a pretty quiet event for me. We were gone for about a week and a half, so I hired goldfrog's 5-year-old to come feed by birdies as a money-earned-for-work life lesson. I miss having Mr. Scott around for social purposes and for in-home birdie care, but the little Miss did a fine job. The trip out was uneventful - despite theoretically having one less tent and set of bedding, the car was still crammed to the gills. We keep talking about taking a trailer and leaving it at the Coopers', but this was not the year for it... Perhaps next year. Set up was HOT and had the usual stressors, but once the tent was up, it was smooth sailing. whymc had made some new tables that worked brilliantly for keeping the tent organized and stuff off the ground. I brought a handwashing station that was a life-changer - being able to REALLY wash your hands whenever you want was just so nice - hand sanitizer and wipes just don't cut it. The Mister and I tried to volunteer for some security shifts, but they were full up by the time we checked, about 6 hours after setting up! We worked some Gate shifts instead, which worked out pretty well and we ended up checking in some of our good friends who we otherwise would not have had a chance to connect with over the War. Otherwise, the war was a pretty standard pattern of classes in the day, dinner with campmates, and then wandering to parties/babysitting apprentice #2's daughter/turning in early, in roughly equal proportions. Apprentice #2 was Queen at Pennsic, but I didn't get called on much. I arranged some royalty gifts and babysat a few nights, but otherwise was not needed as staff. Pennsic was cooll again this year, which was nice. I can take pretty high temperatures pretty gracefully, but it is still nice to be able to sit through a lecture without worrying that your brain is going to cook in your skull. I didn't sign up to teach anything formally this year. I did end up accidentally TAing one class - I was trapped in the tent by a downpour (I had a class in there the hour before and the hour after and just decided it was not worth going back to camp and getting soaked between) - and a new teacher was trying to teach beginning embroidery to a class of nearly 30 students, some of whom could not thread a needle. I didn't want to be bossypants, but offered my assistance which she accepted. I also "taught" on Beggar's Lane again as part of my teaching-as-performance art plan. (My theory is that a lot of people who go to Pennsic don't take classes because they "don't have time" but that if you offer them a "pick up" class on a short topic, you can ambush them into learning something.) This year, I taught Whipcording - it's a slightly longer class than the Magic Veil Stitch, but with the strings up in the tree branches, it is somewhat more dramatic and easier to draw people in. :) I taught about 50 classes, all told, so I think that's a win. I really should teach a proper class next year and think about what I could do for a "performance art" gig too... maybe making toggles? We'll see. I like it to be hands-on and no more than 5 minutes and applicable to many different times and places. I suppose if I don't come up with something, I can do a second year of whipcording.

Throughout the Spring and Summer was the work formulary season. As usual, problems cropped up at the least convenient times, but thanks to the powers of teh intrawebz, I was able to address them from tents in the Northwoods or on the Serengeti. The process was somewhat less annoying this year, except for the number of unscheduled "bonus" rejections we got. Most annoying award goes to the rejection that was mandating I add a drug to formulary immediately!-how-dare-you-not-have-this-on-formulary!... when it had not yet bbeen approved/on the market in May when we initially constructed the formulary. Ugh. Feds. We finally did get final-final (maybe?) approval in mid-November, conveniently after the 10/31 deadline to get members the next CY's formulary. *sigh*
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