another quarter come and gone...

...and i still haven't written anything. last quarter kicked my ass. but, today is the second day of fall quarter and i feel a lot better and i'm ready to prove myself again. on a different note, the recent engagement of two of my friends/coworkers has gotten me thinking about getting "weddinged" again, haha...(thanks for that, offbeatbride.com)

time flies

wow, i didn't even realise that it's been so long since i've posted something. i guess my mind has been tinkering far away from weddingland. school started this past week, the quarter seems promising so long as i keep on top of my workload. in other news, i just finished a little design job for a coworker. nothing fabulous, but still.

puttin' on the ritz

i was never much for all the glitz of being engaged and planning a wedding. i know a lot of people say that (and this blog might contradict it) but to be honest, i never thought--nor did my closest friends--that i'd ever get married, let alone be engaged before i hit 21. so it was only natural that when ryan and i decided to get hitched, i didn't expect a big diamond--or any diamond at all. we're both pretty broke, and to be frank, the bigger and sparklier and more impressive an engagement ring is, the more it frightens me. so we picked out a modest substitute of a small princess-cut peridot with two tiny diamonds as sidestones. since then, two very discouraging things have happened:

1. ouch...

for whatever reason, whenever i wear my engagement ring (even if it's only for a few hours) i get a rash on my finger. like, a terrible, dry, red, itchy, open wound kind of rash. my first thought was that soap or sanitizer from work was getting stuck under it and irritating my skin. but since that occurred to me, i haven't been wearing it when i have any sort of chemicals around that might get on my hands. and it still happens. then someone suggested that even though the ring is gold, many times the setting itself is made with a stronger metal, and i might be allergic to that metal. i didn't think this was the case, as i've never had a reaction to any other jewelery...but i took their advice and painted a couple coats of clear nail polish topcoat on the inside of the ring and setting. but nope, i still have a reaction when i wear it. and consequently, i've stopped wearing it.

2. ouch!!!?!

this bit i really have a problem with...because my ring has a stone that isn't a diamond, people don't take me seriously when i tell them i'm engaged or mention "my fiance." i suppose it could be that i'm young, also, but i don't really look young. people usually think i'm five or six years older than i am...but i always catch them glancing at my ring and trying not to raise an eyebrow. my typical reaction is to stare right back and secretly curse them. seriously, what is that about?! i don't want to waste money on a hunk of rock, and i don't particularly like that kind of rock to begin with, so why should i lug one around? of course, now that i need a new ring that i'm not allergic to, and have found a certain affinity with champagne diamods that have visible intrusions....i kind of want a diamond ring. and yes, it has everything to do with being taken seriously. the other day i went to talk with a vendor (sans my fiance) and she actually raised an eyebrow and said--in the snottiest voice i've ever heard from a professional--"are you even engaged?" yes i am, thank you very much. oh, and by the way, fuck you.

so now i've been secretly looking for a substitute diamond for my diamond substitute...and have fallen head over heels for a few artists on the ever-wonderful etsy.com


prime example: Rob and Leighanne Thompson

not only are their rings simplistic and gorgeous, but they do custom work as well. i've got my eye on ordering a variation of this ring. perhaps with a slightly larger diamond (champagne of course) and a thin wood inlay as seen in many of their other designs. it's androgenous enough that ryan could have a matching one (sans rock). i showed him, and he approves. i'm excited to see that their shop is open again (they'd closed it for a week or two to catch up on custom orders) and to see that their prices are very very reasonable. that's always important when ordering custom handmade pieces, but especially with our starving-artist-student budget.

conspire

so after freaking out for approximately 48 hours about trying to decide which photographer to hire two years from now, i finally snapped out of it and realised that i really did like six steps' portfolio just as much as scott's at olive. and then i realised that my subjective pre-concieved bias towards olive didn't outweigh the $3000 difference anyway. and then i realised the fact that he just happened to be sitting next to me at work the day i was searching for an acceptable (and budget-friendly) substitute could not possibly have been chance. even though i typically say that there's no such thing as luck, and usually opt for chaos theory, i cannot deny the fact that deep down i still hold onto the almost childish notion that the universe will ultimately conspire in my favour. so i called him up. and he seems wonderful. i really appreciate his humble and magnanimous philosophy when it comes to offering his talent up for such a college-student-budget-friendly price. and i think i've fallen head over heels. so that's spectacular. and now i need a post-coital (jk) smoky-treat. thank you and adieu.

anti-click?

i'm starting to freak out about the whole photographer thing. as much as i hunt for a more reasonable price tag, the more i think i want scott or no photos at all...but that's certainly not true, is it? considering that the photos are the most important bit--to me, anyway--and i feel like it's the only think i haven't cut out of the plan yet. but like i told him, i'd rather have no photographer at all than hire someone who lacks his creative eye, his talent, his knack for composition, art, and capturing emotion... arrrgghhghh...

if i was ready and willing to spend thousands of dollars on a spectacular wedding, i wouldn't be so concerned about paying over $4k for a photographer to document it. the thing is...i've sacrificed the whole wedding because i don't really care about it. i just want the photographer. but photographers (particularly the really spectacular ones) shoot weddings. not cocktail parties that don't last more than a few hours. well, okay, i'm sure they'd be happy to shoot cocktail parties that don't last more than a few hours...but they'd charge the same price as they would for shooting a wedding for eight hours. because they could book that wedding instead of the cocktail party. and that, my invisible interweb friends, is the problem. well, not the problem so much as my problem.

i'm getting ready to just beg. and i haven't even gotten to talk to him at all yet, except for a few awkward emails...

my only shred of hope here is that despite his fabulosity, he might be willing to book me a sunday evening in octobre for a lot less, since it's three hours instead of 8 or 12 hours + all the getting ready bullshit that i still don't know why brides do, unless it's merely there to fill up the 8 hour minimum that they're paying for.

okay, ryan is being impatient. i stop now. goodbye imaginary friends.

do re mi fa sew

Francine just returned my call, and said that she'd be happy to make my wedding dress, assuming that she's still sewing when it's time to start threading needles. That's great news! Unfortunately, when I emailed her to show her the dress I've been ogling, I discovered that I apparently wrote her email address down wrong when she gave it to me over the phone. Shit. I took a stab at what I'd gotten wrong, and hopefully it will work this time. Hopefully...

On a lighter note, I didn't mind her calling me 'Michelle' because she pronounces it the right way / the way i like it / the french way. Mee-Shell. Gotta love that.

So today once Ryan and I are home, I'm going to drag him to the park down the street and take some photos of him that I can turn into some sort of art installation (or at least touch up, crop, and print to hang on the wall). Mayhaps I'll post them if I'm feeling zesty for all of you imaginary friends of mine out in the interweb. Heh.

click again!

well...i just spend a few hours trying to find the lost portfolio. unsuccessfully. i'm assuming that the combination of being bored out of my mind and completely exhausted yesterday amounted to me hallucinating a perfect portfolio which was really a montage of the best shots of many, many portfolios. but in the end, i've found six photographers i'd be happy to hire. here they are, in no particular order (okay, that's a lie):

olive juice studios >> $4200+
vada photography // blog >> $4000+
six steps photography >> $1200+
noah wolf >> $3500/5hrs (custom quotes avail.)
serendipity >> $2500+
perspective studios >> $2800+

no matter who you are, please, for the love of god, tell me what you think.