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Oh here’s a little show and tell of a souvenir from Vermont, new fireplace thingies. The metal things holding up the wood with the balls on top (do they have a name?). I had an old sorry excuse for a grate when I moved in, that I was using out of necessity, so I jumped at getting these. I found them in every antique store we went to, but I got these at an antique salvage yard. I didn’t get much else in terms of vintage treasures, only because of the whole packing issue, but we did find some cool things, so I’ll be showing you those in the coming days. Back to the stamping. I had a little elf come over and help me:
Sciarrino I don’t know why I just called you an elf, hehehe. She was busy working on the back side of the RSVP cards. I perforated them so that the bottom tore off to be a post card, but we’re putting first class postage on them because we heard they will get nicer treatment. I so hope I get them all back because there are some kick ass stamps on them. I think they look so cool all lined up, here another look:
This is not for the faint of heart, we started to go a bit crazy making the combinations:
Sciarrino was only joking here, but I did take to licking them, instead of using the sponge. Hope I don’t die of the Spanish Flu or some other killer lying dormant in the stamps for decades. Tomorrow the actual invitations come back from the printer, then it’s stamping, tearing, sewing and stuffing to get them done in time to be stamped on Saturday. When I found out the invitations were going to be a day late, I freaked because we don’t have a post office open on Saturday here (well drop off only) and they have to be hand canceled. So my lovely and wonderfully nice Post Mistress Debbie is going to have some one do it for me special. Ah I love her. She just might have to get cookies tomorrow. Also tomorrow: tux fittings, and linen tests! Fun, fun!
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Bj and I had a great long weekend over in Vermont visiting my maid of honor Ceara and her husband Grant. It was so nice to relax with them and experience Vermont, which by the way is really really cold. I’ve said, like, "ohh I’m so cold" but I was totally lying because 20 is not cold, 7 with plus a wind chill factor is cold. At one point I said, "hey do I still have pants on, because I really feel like I don’t." Case and point:

I’m standing on a frozen lake. Behind me is a frozen wave. I did not know that was possible before this trip. The good thing about the cold is the snow, because snow reflected light + overcast = lighting perfection:
Does Ceara look like a hot model or what? She’s workin that parka. Then I’m like, "oh, Bj over by that wall, quick!"
So hot! And I get to marry him, sigh. I can’t wait. I also took a little walk in the local cemetery. Cool textures all around.
I also liked the one that said: "74 years and 8 months" That must have been some feat in the mid 19th century. No one else had walked in the cemetery all winter, from what I could tell. Just perfect little mounds of snow on these souls. Unfortunately the light wasn’t as good at the two hockey games we went to (first ones ever for me, Grant is the athletic trainer for the team). I need to get a flash like so insanely badly, because I didn’t get any pictures of Ceara and Grant together because the only time they were it was dark out, and I’m a natural light situation whore.
He’s got the black shaved head. There is a cute one of him smiling at me, but it’s way fuzzy, the plexi was hard to shoot through. I saw some random art:
Uh, that’s freaking cool. So high I couldn’t get it all in one frame. Randomly placed on the side of the road with out explanation. My favorite kind of instillation art.
The winter festival was going on in Burlington. Ice sculptures are so cool! I wish I could go back in time though. We were out at dinner right around here and I had left my camera at home when we saw a big portable spot light thing down the road. We went to investigate and they were carving these late at night in the bitter cold under those lights. The steam from their lips, plus eire (sp? you know what I mean right?) lighting of the spot. Lesson: Always have your camera. Always.
And lastly. Can some one please tell me how these roads don’t freeze? I mean so there is snow everywhere, but it melts a tiny bit on the roads from cars and the sun, but the roads are not icy. In Oregon it would be way too wicked to drive, but there, even though it’s like 17 degrees, the pavement is not frozen. I don’t get it?I also updated my pictures of the day, well I’m doing it right now. Thank you Ceara and Grant, we love you and miss you and a had a fabulous time!
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Uh…. And this is about halfway through the process. I saw myself and I was like, ew. Uh, can we take off this lip stuff (it was seriously glossy), and I didn’t have much blush on which is like the one thing I need (I think). So I asked her to put more of it on. So now, I think you’re going to see this picture and say, "hey that looks good," or, "you need lots of make up for pictures" But this is not me. And after having the make up on for four hours I came home and was starting to take it off because it felt horrible, like a clay mask. It took me all the eye make up remover I own, three face washes, and three washcloths that turned brown with make up. I started to loose it and Bj happened to call at the same time and he got an earful of crying, impossible to understand Amber. The more I think about it, the more I don’t like it. I mean everyone I know will know that I don’t look perfect. I don’t need plumper lips, I’m perfectly happy with the ones I have. And I have pictures of myself with lots of makeup on (from a Sadie Hawkins dance in high school) and I hate those pictures because they are so not me. I don’t want to feel like that all night, uncomfortable in my own skin.
I started writing this a few days ago and since then have talked to my wonderful wedding planner about it and I am going to work with the make up artist to get more of the look I want. I was feeling like I wasn’t being a committed bride or something because I wasn’t willing to dye my hair and wear all this make up, but now I think I am being committed, to my own style and personality. I don’t want cookie cutter memories of my wedding. And I don’t want Bj to be afraid to kiss me or hold me close because he’s afraid I’ll leave a big makeup streak on his clothes or face. I’m also in Vermont now and being here with Ceara, Grant, and Bj is so so relaxing that it doesn’t seem like I have a trouble in the world. It helps too that we found a florist and cake maker before we left, so I’m feeling really good about the schedule of things. More later, just decided I should post this entry. Emee (my planner) said it’s perfectly normal to feel this way after a run through, that’s why we do them.
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Okay so I can’t believe I’m putting this picture up here, since it’s me with absolutely no make up on (I usually don’t go out like this by the way). So I have a simple routine: foundation on certain spots, but not all over the face, dandelion powder (blush) on the apple of my cheeks, curl my eyelashes and comb my brows. Well after sitting in the chair for a while I finally got to see the make up she was working on. First she put concealer on me, then foundation everywhere, then fake lashes, then she shaved the ends of my eyebrows (I am soooo pissed about this because it is starting to grow out really weird, and it better grow all the way back out before the wedding). And of course eye make up, and lipstick, and plumper, and then airbrushing. I present the "done up" me: