Also, I've been on a killing spree....

Lately I've been deleting old (and not-so-old) posts that nag at me. It's very satisfying.

Am I the only one who does this? Does everyone else just publish and move on?

Yikes, I'm in a weird mood today.

Photo via Either The Drapes Go Or I Do.

F* it. I'm a terrible housekeeper.

I make the bed in the morning. And I get perverse pleasure in doing laundry now that I have my very own machine. (And my own dryer in her little shed!)

But dishes? Meh.

Even now, as my mother-in-law approaches the bungalow, I sit on my ass. Blogging.

(Photo by Jennifer Konig found here)

damn I want to devour this blog

I just landed on What Possessed Me and I'm f'n obsessed.

But it will have to be my reward when I send in my writing assignments. I will now unplug from the internet. Right now.

Photo from ffffound! via What Possessed Me.

I <3 NY

(Photo by Nicholas Breslow found here)

and for a different take on the 60's

Vincent Kartheiser in Band of Outsiders and Michael Gladis in Phineas Cole.

Have you caught Mad Men yet? It's my new obsession. Here are some men who know how to wear suits.

Photos by Timothy White courtesy of Playboy. See the whole shoot here.

bob dylan is back

Hedi Slimane Fashion Diary, Paris June 2008. Via design for mankind.

Bob Dylan portrait (1964-1965) by Daniel Kramer.

And if you haven't seen Dont Look Back, D. A. Pennebaker's documentary covering Dylan's 1965 concert tour of the UK, rent it now.

I'm not generally a big fan of docs, but just being in the room with him - without doing a single interview - Pennebaker captures the spirit of 23-year-old Dylan.

(Screen shot from Dont Look Back. Dylan holds a cue card in the often-imitated music video for "Subterranean Homesick Blues.")

My role model

This image from The Bride's Cafe just gave me a flashback to Sixteen Candles, one of my all-time favorite movies.

Blanche Baker wins my vote for most nuanced, hilarious performance as a bride. Hands down.

Doesn't Brooke look uncannily like her?

(Photo by Nancy Cohn)

Check it out

Ms. Polka Dot just called me the queen of groom style.

I'm gonna get a swelled head.

I'm also pretty sure someone will declare me an impostor sooner or later, but f* it. What's more fun than picking out clothes for men?

(Image from here)

I need boundaries

If I don't stay off the internet after dinner, I dream of blogging all night.

And if I manage to tear myself off the computer during the day, I skulk through meat space obsessively dreaming up posts in my head.

It's becoming a problem.

Wish I could say I'm unplugging for the weekend, but I've got guest posts to write for Polka Dot Groom.

(Photo by Laura Burlton)

and look at these by Lovely Morning

I'm dying to touch them, actually.

See more pics here. Check out her traditional-meets-uber-cool envelopes. And (new addition) her stamps.

These graphic designer brides have an unfair advantage.

pretty pretty invites

By pretty.pretty.paper

See how the little bird on the second piece reflects the little letterpress birds on the save-the-date?

Love.

I never made a wedding binder

I'm not ashamed to admit it. This blog was my binder, pretty much. Plus a folder on my desktop where I saved pdf receipts.

But this post from Lovely Morning (via the style files) has galvanized me to start a home inspiration binder. And I'm gonna stick recipes in there right along with the design photos.

Those clear inserts are genius. I <3 Polypropylene. Does that make me a bad, un-green person?

(I also love ziploc bags. They are indispensable for packing messy beauty products and other fun items on road-trip honeymoons.)

This one's for my MOH

The most fabulous accessorizer I know. Who is not aware of the blog. (Or is she?)

Here's to being old ladies together.

You'll say, "Can I wear this?"

I'll say, "No."

You'll say, "It's cheerful!" and put on the damn matching brooch anyway.

(Photo by Spencer Heyfron via The Look Book. You've got to read the interview with Rose.)

On behalf of Peonies

Peonies and Polaroids, my sister blogger in Scotland, posted the dearest wedding toast for H-town and me the night before our wedding.

In response, I thought I'd post a little f* you (courtesy of Shrigley) to any and all of the vendors who caused Peonies pain. Sometimes a Scotsman just knows how to put it.

(Polite Cards via Smitten)

our little forest wedding

And my very own inspiration board by little winter bride.

It's super cool to step away and let someone else bring her vision to my vision. (If that makes any sense.)

A fresh eye is exactly what I needed today.

(Also be sure to listen to the first track on Didi's enchanted forest mix tape. It'll make you feel like getting married!)

We're-throwing-a-big-party-we're-throwing-a-big-party-we're-throwing-a-big-party

This is what I must remind myself when I fixate on the details that no one else will a) give a sh*t about or b) remember.

Tonight I resigned the quest for a dozen glass pitchers. Courtenay, BC does not have such things. And we are 150km + two ferries away from the nearest Ikea.

Tomorrow I will call the rental company and add plastic pitchers to our order. F* it. What's important is the cocktails in the pitchers.

(Photo by Brian Berzer found here)

Say Anything

#2 - Just a quick tip to tide y'all over while our favorite bride is on the road.

Your wedding should be a time when you are surrounded by love. It's also a chance for all your favorite people to get to know each other and to better understand the roles we play in your lives. For these reasons (and 'cause it's tradition and I'm an old fashioned girl), you should encourage people to toast you!

I have been to more than one wedding where the only toast came from the bride or the groom and it's depressing. It's a lost opportunity when you have all these people gathered and we don't get to hear your dad's voice crack or watch your brother make a joke at your expense or see your best friend screw up her courage and say that she's really happy for you.

I understand if you don't want the toast to turn in to a roast, but asking one or two dependable (read: not drunk) folks to say a few words adds a lot to the day. And, I would guess, the memories will make a lasting impression because they are the moments you didn't get to plan.

hitting the road!

If you are reading this, it means we finally agreed on the wording for the rehearsal picnic invite, stuck those suckers in the mailbox, and drove away. (They should look something like this. Seriously.)

I hope to post sporadically from my dad's house as we pull everything together. I know I'll need moral support from the Blog Squad!

(Image from here)

I can't wait

I'm having almost as much fun packing for the honeymoon as I've had planning the wedding.

We fantasized about going to Barcelona, but partly for practical reasons and partly for romantic reasons (Badlands and True Romance are two of my favorite movies), I suggested we do a road trip instead. H-town went for it, and the best part is, it's his job to plan it!

I've been squirreling my honeymoon wardrobe away for months. I think I got a bit of a complex when I saw my MOH's honeymoon pictures from Paris and noticed she was wearing an adorable new outfit every day.

I have a new bikini and a fabulous cover-up (I've never had a bathing suit cover-up in my life!) and a Joe's Jeans mini I scored at Filene's Basement. And today I bought an amazing long gray zip-up hoodie/jacket/dress from Diesel. "Diesel?" you shriek with horror. "Yes," I say. I saw it in the window and it called to me. My 64-year-old mother has an orange Diesel hoodie that I have always coveted. If she can walk into that store, so can I.

Now I am done shopping. Done. (Except for maybe one awesome t-shirt from a diner along the way...)

The point is, people, I can't wait to be married! And to have my husband (!) to myself for two glorious weeks.

(Images from here)

fashion tip from Elizabeth Dye

If your shoes are perfect, you can wear a burlap sack. Put your dollars on your feet.
-Elizabeth Dye

Too good not to repost! More fashion tips from Elizabeth on {frolic!}

(Image from here)