Tantrums and Tiara’s

Ask the child why it is born; ask the flower why it blossoms; ask the sun why it shines. I love you because I must love you.
– George P. Upton

The Date

The date will be the 5th of July, 2011. This is a Tuesday, and it is this date for several reasons. 2011 is to obviously allow us enough planning and saving time and for all you lot to have enough time to book this date free, we went with July as it’s in the summer Holidays, making it easier for the silly number of teachers in my family who would otherwise struggle to get the day off, and because, fingers crossed, the weather should be nice then. We choose the 5th as it became our date, without us actually realizing. Our relationship is decorated with tiny, pointless but yet kinda cool coincidences, for example: Alice in Wonderland is one of my favorite books, I was re-reading it in the airport on the 5th of March waiting for my plane over to see Aaron, two weeks ago I found out the movie will be released on no other date but the 5th of March. Likewise, I met Aaron on the 5th of March, despite having known him quite some time before this. I then moved over there on the 5th of April, and then moved back here on the 5th of June. None of this was planned, that is just the way the cards fell, and as such I think it is only right we continue this and get married on the 5th.  So there you go folks. Keep it free.

The Venue

We will be holding both the Service and the Reception at Lusty Beg, County Fermanagh, which is about half an hour from our house. To get to it you need to cross a bridge ff the mainland to Boa Island, then get a tiny ferry across to Lusty Beg Island. It’s an island off an Island, set in the Lough Erne. As the ‘Hotel’ is the only thing on the island its quite nice. The Hotel itself is very small, housing a bar and restaurant area and a larger events room for weddings. Surrounding this they have small Chalet’s, which are rent able small self catering wood-cabins, and they have buildings housing individual rooms, which are very nice also.  Some Pictures? I think so:

Chalet, Lusty Beg

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
– W.B. Yeats

Individual rooms

Individual rooms

We will be having a civil ceremony obviously, but more details on that when I know more and if any of it is interesting. We do face a choice that is difficult to make. To have it outside or inside. The difficulty in this is that living here, I know you cannot depend on the weather, at all. That and, I have seen where their hold their outside services and..well…I just don’t think you will all fit:

Beautiful...but tiny.

On the other hand we have the indoors option, which is the same room they use for the meal, sadly Google only gave me a picture of it set up for chow-down and not for a service, but you get the idea. Nice big stained glass window.

On nom nom

Maids, dresses, flowers and shoes!

I’m a girl. This is my favorite bit. On request from Aaron who wanted four groomsmen I have chosen four Bridesmaids; My Step-sister Kathryn, my two Cousins Emma and Louise and my bestest buddy Sherri. Which was a great choice as within a few weeks my in-box was filled with links such as ”Check this out a treasure hunt Hen Night”. I love my girls. And Sherri who gave up a day of her Christmas holiday to trudge around Belfast in the blistering cold, armed with a ton of magazine cutting’s she saved for me, to look at dresses. I also plan on going shopping with Mummy-dearest and Emma and Louise at Easter to take another look around although, within trying on three dresses with Sherri I think I found ‘It’. I know this because Sherri got all teary eyed, bless her, and I wanted my Mummy. But I am saying no more on this other than: I LOVE IT, IT’S BEAUTIFUL.

Flowers! This one part was not negotiable. This is the part I have known for years was always going to be what it is, and as such it has set the color scheme. I was very close to my Grandparents on my Mum’s side, heart-breakingly they both passed away within a year of each other when I was 12/13.  At my Nana’s funeral I put a deep red rose on her coffin, and at my Papa’s, I put a White Calla Lilly, the single petaled one. As such, my wedding flowers are going to be deep red roses and white lillies, this is my way of having them there. I’m not sure on the shape of the bouquet yet but it will be something like this, for those of you who want to dress to match the theme:

Flowers

As such, my Bridesmaids are going to be in a dark red/Burgundy color. This I had all planned out, it was only when I started looking into wedding magazines etc that I realized all the other things needed, such as shoes, lingerie, Jewelery etc. But these are all trifling and actually rather dull topic’s, so I won’t bore you with them.

To keep your marriage brimming,
With love in the wedding cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.
– Ogden Nash

Food, Pictures and Dancing.

Food, I have not yet decided, but it will be yummy. Photographer is one of the things I am struggling with as I have been looking through all the local photographers, and can’t shake the constant thought ”I could do it better”. Which is horrible and leaves me in a pickle without a photographer who will do a job as well as I want it done, knowing the field. This one is going to take more research. There is one I found that I liked, but he is from Dublin and VERY expensive. Bad times.

And then we have the biggest crux of the entire thing. I have almost everything sorted. Invitations, table favors, guest lists, guest books, flowers, table center’s, hair, make up, dresses, accessories. Everything. Except the Music. Now, in saying this I know I want a DJ, as only they could provide the varied music we want, but we need to find one who charges by the hour and doesn’t just come in, play four hours and bugger off. I want to make the most of my party. This should not be all that hard. The hard part is the first dance. I have already picked a second dance song for my Daddy and me, but the first dance one is plaguing my waking moments. Note to younger generations, Don’t marry a Metallica fan. Not that I have anything against rock or metal, at all, I just…don’t want to have my first dance with my new husband on my wedding day to noisy screamy heavy metal. This however has yet to be decided and I like all you lot, await eagerly his blog post on wedding songs.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
– Sam Keen


Published in: on February 23, 2010 at 3:04 pm  Comments (10)  

Black Library Live

I have eventually decided what I want to use this blog for, and the long awaited answer was as simple as ”Whatever the hell I feel like”. So no, this won’t be a topical blog as I am terrible at them, it will instead be a mish-mash of life, thoughts, goings on, ventures in art and anything else I feel like posting up here. It may even be the ”Behind the Scenes’ to Aaron’s work blog, for those of you only reading this as it was linked off his site.SO with that out of the way onto the actual post.

Black Library Live.

This is by far my favorite event, mostly because it is so small and imitate and you actually get a chance to talk to people, rather than the factory line race of bigger events, and it’s in the BL Headquarters themselves which I am much more familiar with and ergo, much more comfortable with, as I know everyone there.  Anyway, we flew over on Thursday, my darling husband to be had asked Lynn for the 2pm flight and forgotten, however, to check the actual time on the boarding passes when it was booked. This resulted in a spree of madness when at 1.15am on Wednesday night I printed them off to find it wasn’t 2pm at all, but in fact 7.30 am. After grabbing a very tossy-turny two hour nap we set out at 4 in the morning to get there on time. Aaron bless him hadn’t slept at this point. Regardless of starting rushes, we made it on time and the flight went smoothly. Another of the times I love about BL is that they, and I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, send us the same guy to collect us each time, his name is Colin and hes utterly lovely.

After checking in and cleaning up, we had a small debate of sorts which landed us at the mutual conclusion that after 5 hours of travelling, and very little sleep, and it being 9 or 10 am still, the only thing, in the world that would aid this situation would be Macdonalds breakkie. So of we trekked, after which we headed over to the Black Libary HQ.

The Black Library Offices are magic. I would hate to do an office job, except here, the only offices in the world I would give a limb to be part of. They have a brilliant atmosphere and the people are amazing. They have been incredibly lucky to have a full team full of brilliant folks. And it was these brilliant folks that took turns keeping us company as we flopped down in Bugman’s and didn’t move all day as the fatigue started to set in.

So tired were we that by 7.30 that evening we were both tucked up in bed sound asleep. This is an anomaly. I often go to bed ‘early’ as I have a day job, but never before 11pm. Aaron, however, is often only up a few hours by this time, so this was a very odd sensation, as was waking up at 7.30 the next morning, and not rushing to get out as we casually strolled for a lovely hotel breakfast.

Friday was a blast. While Aaron hung out with Graham, Dan and Jim, discussing the future directions of the Heresy and likely a lot of other nonsense, I went to help set-up for Saturday. Caroline, Mark, Mal, Rik, many others and me spent the day unpacking thousands of books, while bopping around to Barry White, all in the spirit of Valentines, of course. Thousands of books were set out, hundreds of posters were tacked up, using some ingenious resourceful techniques at times, and laughs were had.

My quest to try and find out if there were plans in the pipeline for new Sisters of Battle models failed, as the Design studio and the Forge World guys, although lovely, are like secret agents, so on that count I’m back to watching for updates. When the boys eventually emerged from their meeting we all headed back to the Hotel, for a quite wash and change before dinner. Dinner was at the lovely little Italian restaurant called Zizzi’s, in the City Center, featuring, Lindsey and Rick Priestly, Dan, Graham, Sandy, Jim, Nick, and Aaron and I. The general theme of the night was a good deal of audio discussions, movies, script writing and of course, comic’s. Dan is actually a very interesting guy to talk to about Comic’s. After a beautiful blackcurrant sorbet, Nick dragged Graham, Jim, Aaron and I out for drinks and Graham took us to the amazing little pub,  called The Turf Tavern. I loved this place, beads strung over the mirrors, Bettie Page, Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe on the walls, and a barman of equal measures of bizarre and awesome. He had one of those french villain from the Black and White movie mustaches. I wanted to take a picture but I would have felt rude.  And then came Sautrday.

The Event itself. On arriving and spotting the que at the door we did stop for a moment and debate throwing Dan to them and making a break for it, but thankfully Nick came and let us in a side door before any Dan-Sacrificing. We spent the day bustling about form readings and signings to the Greenroom for coffee and chocolate. While Aaron was signing I snuck into the greenroom to see the Mini Mcneill, little Evan is, I swear to you, one of the most beautiful babies I have ever seen, and his heart-melting little grin sent my broody nature into overdrive. It is, somewhat of a miracle that this organ-melting little wonder, with his cheeky little grins as he tried to chew Lindsy’s  Games Day Trousers in fascination, still remains in his parents custody and I am not being jailed for kidnap. It took all my mental strength. I am quite proud of myself.

Sadly, just as I got to meet the wonderful Sarah, Ben and little Jamie for a drink, Bugman’s closed early and booted us out after one pint. This was a dire shame and shall have to be rectified next time round. So we retired to the Hotel where a shattered Aaron slept and I watched a billion Vampire programs on TV while utterly perplexed at the fascination and fad that seems to have developed over them. On Sunday, after a long day of traveling we got home about 9pm to find a pile of boxes, mostly for Aaron, beyond which lay the destruction of Loken. Who had tossed all the mail off the table, and it now lay scattered all over the floor in a white and blue rainbow screaming ‘Pay me!’. And of course half the contents of the bin lay strewn across the kitchen floor. I left this for the night, and am about to go tackle it now. Silly cat.

This was a little rushed and jammed together without thought so for that I am sorry. I shall likely have another update for you tomorrow on the topic of ”Other Things.”. How creative am I?

Until then, I had an excellent weekend and it was brilliant meeting you all again and thank you all for making it such a great event.

Much love,

Katie

Published in: on February 15, 2010 at 2:45 pm  Comments (6)