Wedding-Planning Is An Endurance Test

Just when you think you’ve gotten through your to-do list, there’s another list. And damn if there isn’t more to do on it.

People say that marriage is a marathon and not a sprint. I believe that. I’ve also started to think of wedding-panning as a test of endurance. To get you ready for the marathon. Last week, I failed that test.

But I got a lot of reading done. In bed. While drinking coffee and pretending I was 12. The 12 year-old me was home sick from school with a cold, but without a wedding to plan.

She didn’t care about cake-toppers or declines. Because really, those declines are like ripping band-aids off, and who wants to do that?

Unless you’re 32. And planning a wedding. And it’s courtesy for other people to tell you they can’t make it. You get to the point where you don’t want to look at the postcards that come through the door. Your heart leaps with a yes, and the same heart is ripped out with a no.

And then you eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s.

These are just some of the questions I asked Sarge last week: Did we tell the cake people I hate marzipan? Did we thank them for the gift? Wanna elope? Do we have any beer?

That’s where we are. But at least I’m sharing my Ben & Jerry’s. My Maid of Honour got some on Tuesday when she came over and asked if there was anything left to do.

‘Get married,’ I said.

And so, to use another metaphor, as we enter the final stretch I’m visualising the look on Sarge’s face when I get down the aisle. Because at that moment there won’t be any guests, or cake. There will be butterflies. And some penguins. That’s what matters. That’s what I’m looking forward to, the official stuff. The real stuff.

That, and the honeymoon. Because, y’know, ‘book honeymoon’ has been checked off the to-do list.

That’s a big one. Any couple that still wants to get married after planning a wedding deserves a honeymoon.

Bruges and Barcelona, here we come!

Dues cerveses, si us plau…

Does it look like there are 53 flowers in this box? I’m afraid to count them. I hope I can cross flowers off the list now, too.

George’s New Friend

George Bailey-Penguin has a visitor.  The Oma has arrived!

This is the first card with his name on it, too. He’s growing up.


They seem to like each other.

Dude, whose idea was this?









For more info on the Oma, visit The Oma Today Project and Hippie Cahier.  Yes, that does rhyme.

Stay tuned for:

The Oma Does Glasgow


The Oma Does Edinburgh

Reading Through the Stacks: What’s In Your Fridge?

Last year, I declared 100 Books Or Bust.  After semi-regular updates on my progress, I stopped counting.

In the end, I got to the actually painful number 49.  49, I tell you.  These were them.

This year, I have set the same challenge for myself.  But I’m going to be slightly more systematic in posting my progress of reading through the stacks.   The ones in the bedroom, in my office, sometimes on the shelves and even in the fridge.

I’m going to commit to monthly round-up posts and hope to get a rounder number in December.

Here’s January’s tally:

New Finnish Grammar  – A must for anyone interested in WWII, memory/nostalgia, and the concept of home.
The Paris Wife – Made me want to read Hemingway.  The real one, not my computer.  Though I could stand to read more on here, too.
Two for the Dough (Stephanie Plum, #2) – I’m probably going to end up borrowing all of these from a friend.  I needed another long series to get into.
The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop – I read this on the way back from Cambridge.  Beautiful and inspiring.
Three to Get Deadly (Stephanie Plum, #3) – And now I need number #4!
Bossypants – On Goodreads, I put this on my I Caved and also my Laughed Out Loud shelves.  Because I did.  Both.  And I quoted bits to Sarge, so now the book is on his side of the bed.  Funny stuff and good advice.  Thank you, Tina Fey.
And I think I’ve added some new bookstores to my to-visit list after reading about the 20 Most Beautiful Bookstores in the World.
What are you reading?
What should I be reading?
And, dare I ask, what’s in your fridge?
The essentials. Books. Coffee. Gin & Lemonade. My fridge is well-stocked.

The Anatomy of a Weekend

Strolling through last weekend:

The first rule of Scrabble Club is...
A day at The Sheep Heid Inn
Some green stuff.
More green stuff. And a lamp. And an obscured monument.
A Big Wheel, apparently. Didn't have a go. My last Ferris wheel experience was 22 years ago. I threw up. I'd like to try again. Without the vomit.

What does your weekend look like?

The State Of My Head

Some of you may remember my quest to get back to my natural hair colour before I turn 30…next month.

I went shopping yesterday, something I don’t do very often.  My roots/fake colour in a full-length mirror was a scary sight to behold.  My nick-name lately has been Two-Tone Tessie.  On the way home, I bought some magic in a box.

I used it this morning to ‘blend my roots’.  They blended quite nicely as I watched Judge Judy for half an hour, while trying to keep the gunk on head and the towel on my shoulders.  I apparently can do neither of these things without a general look of mock disdain on my face.

I don’t have any during/blackmail photos, but here is the After shot.  First one off my webcam, too.  Sorry about that.  My camera insisted on taking arty shots of my hand and the floor.  Which is possibly another post.

New/old hair. And butterflies. And penguins and books. And a lava lamp.

A Life In My Week

Last week I started Project 365.

This is what my camera found:


A cider in the pub.













Writing that reads: Just for today, I am going to forget my dreams. Because I have living to do.















Store-bought socks on my feet. Sorry, Mom










Beer and curry. Unplanned matching sets.














Sarge reading. Yes, I'm a lucky girl.













Exhibition sticker (sticker on denim on thigh on chrome)

Very inspiring stuff here













Yesterday's thoughts, today. Or, a glimpse of my messy desk.














The small print:  All photos taken with my iphone, which at the moment has better specs than my actual camera.

I wonder what the next seven days will see?