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And the Leaves that were Green...
SSar's Beast
morbane
This post is brought to you by the fact that at 1AM, my brain decided to bombard me with wedding ideas. To be fair, I had only switched off Firreth half an hour prior, and while my computer was on, it was loading websites all about unity ceremonies and modern wedding vows. But it is 1AM. Oh, brain.

Since my head is a bit wedding-wedding-wedding-wedding, I shall post about clothing progress. About five weeks ago, Pip and I went fabric shopping in Newtown. We went into 'Rachna', an Indian fashion store, and discovered a silk sari of incredible green-ness which Pip persuaded me to buy for corset fabric. It was not just any green. It was the most amazing, richest, deepest grassy green I could ever imagine, and gold ivy leaves danced along the bias.

I walked along Riddiford Street and peered into the bag from time to time and said, "I own GREEN!" Six metres of it.

Now I no longer have a bag of green and gold and leaves. I have a bag of brown. This, I tell myself, is progress. I have taken my bag of green to the corset designer (a very pleasant woman by the name of Katie, to be found here), and with Mum and Susy in tow in the role of peanut gallery, I have discussed the corset, had measurements taken, gone away, and come back two days later for a fitting... finally to leave the bag of green behind.

Meanwhile, I have bought wedding dress fabric. It is brown. It is also nice, inexpensive polyester satin. Ha! I shall be able to wash my wedding dress in my own washing machine: this is a mild to medium triumph.

I realised that when I insisted to Susy, Pip, and Mum that I wanted the dress to have a portrait collar, I was in fact displaying an impression made in childhood by this iconic figure. I understand if you laugh. I am sorry if you have a certain song stuck in your head.

Now I should write down all of the rest of the ceremony/decoration/invitation/vow ideas. But, since I haven't updated for ages, I'll type up some other bullet points.

-This visit to Auckland: not nearly as bad as last time. The way to get to easy is through hard, sayeth Lois McMaster Bujold. Various reasons. Thus, it's been easier to appreciate the good things about my parents. For example, they are pretty good at treating me like an adult in my own right. They are both passionate about interesting things - even my Dad, right now, in his grief-related funk, can talk my ear off for twenty minutes about basketball and have me keen to hear more.

-Everyone knows our cat is dying of cancer, but she seems to be living while she's dying, if that makes sense. She's a grand old lady of 17 and although she walks rather shakily, she can still jump up on my shoulders and settle there all by herself. However, bad news this week: Brii, the kitten given to Bex and myself as a present in 2006, has died. Bex, who really became Brii's sole owner after 2006, found her by the side of the road after two days missing. Poor kitty. She was only five years old.

-I had such a lovely geeky dinner tonight. I have a childhood friend whose parents, Peter and Maureen, later became very good friends of my mother. Peter is a librarian (at Unitec, I think) and an avid book historian. I talked to him about last year's research project, and he talked to me about his bibliography of New Zealand printer Ron Holloway. He gave me an article he'd written on 19th century pamphlet printing. He pulled out his copy of Bringhurst's The Elements of Typographic Style -

"If you have only ONE book, you must have this one!"

"Oh, but I do! In my bag right now!"

He wanted to show me a delightfully obscure definition, and in opening the book to it, discovered that his Book Depository copy was defective, missing an entire signature, pages 305-320. Luckily, since I also had the book, we could geek out together about the difference between diaeresis and umlaut, which are both marked by a trema... So linguistic, typographic, AND book history geekery, in a sudden concentrated burst.

OK, good, it's 2AM and my brain is beginning to wind down. Note to self. Ribbon thingy.

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I think I must acquire this book of which you speak.

Your planned wedding dress sounds spectacular (and easily-washable!). I hope you will be able to share some photos of the day with us. :)

I most earnestly recommend this book. It has sentences like, "Many British editors prefer to put all punctuation outside, with the milk and the cat."

Thank you! There will be pictures of anything worth mentioning. I have to reward people for putting up with all my abstract wedding nattering.

I am very excited to hear about all your new wedding plans! Perhaps we can bounce ideas off each other when we meet for coffee? :D

I know what you mean about brains doing their bombardment thing at all hours of the night. Me, I often find myself up to all hours of the night thinking about fascinators, invites, vows, sheet music flowers for table centrepieces. Fun, fun.

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