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Author Archives: Katie
So, what’s worse: That I designed an American Girl doll that looks like me, or that I really want her outfit?
I love how customize-able the American Girl collection is becoming, but it in no way makes up for them “retiring” Felicity, Samantha, and Kirsten. Not cool, America(n Girl Dolls), not cool.
I’ve been in Germany for a month and a half now, and I keep wishing this would happen:
But in German, obviously.
Instead, this is all that keeps running through my brain:
But at least I’m not as bad as these guys:
Oxblood (cough…burgundy…cough) is one of the *it* colors this season. A gorgeous color, but EVERY TIME I see it, all I hear is this:
Please, God, tell me that I have not inspired something burgundy.
And on that note, if you’ve not seen Kinky Boots, get thee to a Netflix/Blockbuster (do we still have those?)/library/or Germany (I’ll lend you my copy).
Jean jacket: Gap (sooo old) | Skirt: Gap (not so old) | Scarf and Hat (matching!): S. Oliver | Tights: Manguun | Shoes: Hush Puppies
[An ode to German strumpfhosen is forthcoming. I never owned any tights, and now I own 8 pair. The Germans have created miracles in tights-form.]
Every other week or so, The Rocket Scientist and I try to take a day trip somewhere. This time it was to Breisach, a beautiful but apparently forgettable city. Forgettable because I asked T.R.S. at least seven times while we were there, “where are we again?”
But we saw a Munster (cathedral), a witches’ tower, some snobbish French swans that wouldn’t come and visit the German side of the Rhine, and I took far too many pictures of beautiful doors and one picture of T.R.S.’s cute backside (clothed) next to a statue’s cute backside (unclothed). He’s not letting me post that one online, but the man can’t control what I make my laptop’s background!
France (and its snobby swans) are over there.
Both the cute bums are there, trust me.
Heading home on the train.
Today The Rocket Scientist is one year older. I hope this is a trend he plans on continuing.
Happy birthday, m’love! Let the adventure continue.
Happy Halloween, everyone! Halloween isn’t really done in Germany, so there’s no fun dressing up today. I do plan, however, on taking chocolate to my German language class. Which will, no doubt, lead to another lecture by my instructor on why American are all so fat…
The Rocket Scientist and I honeymooned our way through Canada, with stops in Toronto, Quebec City, and Montreal. Here’s what I discovered at a rest stop in Quebec:
2) Humidity + short, curly hair doesn’t always work
3) T.R.S. Would Lose a Dinosaur Wrestling Match
4) Canada’s mis-guided belief that “dill pickle” is an acceptable flavor for ANYTHING continues.
5) That T.R.S. LIKES dill pickle as a flavor. I don’t know who I married…
6) That it’s a good thing to marry someone who wears roughly the same shirt size you do, because then you can steal their shirts and double both your wardrobes. I think this is an excellent plan, but I haven’t been able to convince T.R.S. to wear any of my shirts yet…
- Shirt – The Rocket Scientists, via JCrew (actually his wedding shirt!)
- Cardigan – thrifted
- Pants – Foxy
- Invisible shoes – Dansko
Oh, look, another wedding post. But this is the last one – the best one. After the legal stuff and the mountains, we had a party!
The Rocket Scientist and I had our big reception at an Air Force Base military museum, with collections specializing in Victorian life and the Cold War. If that doesn’t scream “wedding,” what does? All guests had to go through a serious background check to attend – just like going to a celebrity wedding, but with none of the perks.
But here it is – our reception. Highlights include Velociraptors, Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robots, lavender, Colin Firth, milkshakes, Batman, and a surprise monkey.
99.99% of the credit for EVERYTHING goes to my mum, who planned an amazingly fun reception on a very small budget. My dad also helped with everything, and Millie was a superstar for the two days before the reception. Monkey credit goes to Sarah, Chelsie, and Chelsie’s gentleman friend.
And I wish there was a better close-up of my second (!) headpiece, but my mum made it. It’s a gorgeous, rhinestone applique sewn onto white ribbon. Basically, a sparkly, sparkly tiara.
The reception was perfect. We drank milkshakes, played boardgames, got more people to read nerdy science quotes, smashed a pinata, had all the guests compete in trivia rounds for prizes of German chocolate and United States Air Force Junior Missilier Badges, took silly pictures with dress up clothing and funny props (spot Princess Beatrice’s infamous hat) ran through a shower of lavender, and hugged, kissed, and high-fived everyone we could find.
Since a few people have asked, here’s where I found my dress and accessories:
- Wedding Dress – David’s Bridal ($99!)
- Satin sash – Allyne’s Fabric & Bridal Supplies
- Lace, rhinestone applique, and ribbons for headpieces – Allyne’s Fabric & Bridal Supplies (and both headpieces made by my mum!)
- Green hemimorphite and pearl necklaces – self-made
- Green shawl and apron – fabric from JoAnn Fabrics, made by my mother-in-law
- Shoes – Naturalizer
When the gentleman friend and I were deciding where to get married, we quickly knew that Boulder, Colorado was the right place. It was where we had met and fallen in love, and the city was full of happy memories for us. We could also marry ourselves in Colorado, with no need of an officiant. And since we could go to any public park and get hitched without a permit, we had our pick of gorgeous mountain backdrops to choose from.
So on a Friday afternoon, with our families and a few close friends, we did just that, driving up to a park in a canyon in the mountains.
We walked to the ceremony site – a little clearing next to a creek at the base of a mountain.
I got distracted by a cool spider on the bridge.
To begin the ceremony, we handed out strips of paper. When The Rocket Scientist and I were trying to decide what we wanted to include in the day (ahem…last minute…ahem), all the readings we loved were only a sentence or two long. And since we had about 15 that we loved, we decided to invite anyone who wanted to participate to come up, grab a sentence, and go for it.
I had all of these in the pockets of my dress, because my dress had pockets. POCKETS!
The quote possibilities included:
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on the subject of love: Avoid, if at all possible. Unfortunately, Katie and [The Rocket Scientist] have never read the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (sort of)
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious – the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science – Albert Einstien
Love makes you do the wacky – Buffy, The Vampire Slayer
The heart is a living museum. In each of its galleries, no matter how narrow or dimly lit, preserved forever like wondrous diatoms, are our moments of loving, and being loved. – Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of Love
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known – Carl Sagan
We’re all a little weird. And life is weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutual weirdness and call it love – Robert Fulgam
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love - Albert Einstein
I’d buy you Rogaine, when you start losing all your hair. Sew on patches, to all you tear. ‘Cause I love the way you say good morning, and you take me the way I am - Ingrid Michaelson, “The Way I Am”
I LOVE this picture of Millie, after she read the Hitchhiker’s Guide quote.
My handsome Dad, reading Carl Sagan (with over 40 years as a performer under his belt, he set the bar for wedding readings. Seriously, he should hire himself out)
Sarah, looking beautiful and slightly teary as she read her quote.
Then it was time for vows. They were super short, but I still didn’t get through the first line without choking up!
I promise to trust and respect you.
To adore and embrace you.
To encourage and celebrate you.
To support you intellectually and emotionally.
And to be your partner for all our adventures.
I love you!
(put ring on finger)
Yes, I even included action instructions.
Wedding dresses with pockets are also handy for storing Kleenex.
The flowers in my bouquet were mainly daisies, because they’re my favorite and The Rocket Scientist has always given them to me. But there was also one yellow rose, because that’s the flower my dad’s always brought me. For the first day of each school year, for new jobs, and most recently for a move across the ocean, he always gives me yellow roses. So of course I had to carry one down the aisle.
The Rocket Scientist was awesome, and didn’t get all ugly-crying snotty like I did. But then it was done, there was smooching, and we were married!
Don’t all my (unofficial) bridesmaids look absolutely gorgeous? I have some seriously stunning friends, both in looks and spirit, and it was such a honor to have them all with me. I didn’t grow up with any siblings, but I have five sisters.
And without even trying, they all coordinated to the colors of the grey mountains and green, red, gold, and plum colors of the foliage.
I also have the most beautiful family (complete with a sassy British grandma).
The Rocket Scientist’s family cleans up nicely, too.
And then shenanigans ensued.
What a sweet, fun, and lovely afternoon.
Up next: the party!
The fellow Interrobangs surprised The Rocket Scientist and me by chipping in to rent a GORGEOUS room* in the nicest hotel in Boulder. We got ready in style! Honestly, the place was so swanky we should have named it “Hilary.”
*complete with a fake goldfish
Before we went to the hotel, Chelsie, Sarah and I stopped by a florist to get flowers for the ceremony. No appointment, no reserved flowers, just three girls grabbing daisies. While I got ready, my awesome unofficial bridesmaids* made bouquets for everyone.
*They were unofficial bridesmaids because they didn’t have to do anything other than show up. No wearing matching dresses, no organizing engagement/bridal/bachelorette showers/parties, just the girls I love most in the world being with me.
You can’t tell, but I’m wearing my bustier and crinoline with a flannel shirt. Other hotel guests were out on the neighboring balconies, and apparently I gave them quite a show.
I’ve since learned that most people have pre-ceremony schedules to keep everyone on track and on time. We just winged it.
As a result, I ended up with about 45 minutes to get ready, there was an incident with exploding eye shadow on several dresses (including mine) and we were almost an hour late. But since it wasn’t what you would call a traditional ceremony (more on that next time), no one really minded (except for everyone waiting in the hotel lobby for us, but what were they going to do, get married without me?).
In the end, we all scrubbed up quite nicely.
And my favorite picture of the afternoon: me adjusting my strapless bra.
Up next: a mountain ceremony.
We got married three times, because we’re crazy like that. Here are some pictures from Part 1, where we get all legal.
The day after The Rocket Scientist arrived from Germany, we headed down to the Registrar’s Office in Boulder to get married.
Before we could leave the house, there was a last-minute emergency with the background checks for our reception (more on that later) and my car’s “Check Engine” light came on. Almost as if the universe was trying to tell me something…
But we made it, wonky engine and all.
After the paperwork was done, we went down to Pearl Street to take some couples photographs (largely because my mum keeps asking for pictures where we, quote, look normal, unquote).
Stay tuned for Part 2, where myself and some lovely ladies end up in an uber-fancy hotel.
All photographs taken by the awesome Matt Gale of Matthew Gale Photography.
Yesterday’s actual “To Do” List:
- Pick up prescriptions
- Get married
- Boulder errands
Once upon a time, two girls met on the first day of Invertebrate Zoology class (nerds). 11 years have gone by, and lots of things have changed, but some things haven’t changed at all.
Here are some clues:
- I can see the deepest lake in North America
- Lois Lane was born here
- There are polar bears (in license plate-form)!*
*Much less bitey that way.
I’ve been scanning old photos for a slideshow at the wedding (I know, I know) and it seems I’ve always had some style guidelines. See for yourself:
Wear the right undergarments.
When in doubt, throw on a dress.
Be bold with your accessories.
Always strike a pose.
With my new short hair, I have a hankering to wear lovely, colorful stud earrings. But I got rid of most of my studs when I had long hair and only wanted to wear dangley earrings. Such is the circle of life.
This song is totally about accessories.
And just as everything the light touches will one day be Simba’s, these earrings, too, may one day be mine. Although by then I’ll probably have long hair again.
Dress – eloquii | Belt – thrifted | Shoes – Dansko | Brooch – teeny tiny store
Internets! I’ve missed you! It’s been a long time. But, excuses – I have them.
It’s been a super busy summer for me. I started my own business, am sort of planning a wedding (only “sort of” because my mom’s a rockstar. Without her, the reception would be at Applebee’s) and continuing to fool myself into thinking that I might be able to manage the process of moving ‘cross an ocean without going mad. We’ll see.
Oh, and then this guy sneezed on me.
See? Busy life.
The highlight of my week definitely has to be my new lack of hair. It’s still growing on me (ba-dum-ch!), but I think I love it.
Apparently I’m getting married soon (when did it become August already? When?!?), so I thought I’d share a peek at our invitations, designed by Interrobangs Anonymous’s own fancy pants Chelsie!
Seriously, she’s one talented lady.
On my computer the color looks seafoam-y green, but it prints out a beautiful turquoise. And both The Rocket Scientist and I love them – thanks, Chelsie!
I’m pretty sure I’m the first person to ever have to re-order wedding invitations because the first version misquoted a Kelis lyric.
And it’s not from “I Hate You So Much Right Now,” but let’s listen anyway, shall we?
Katie’s Choir Friend: “You know, you already know German.”
Katie: “How so?”
K.C.F.: “You sang Carmina Burana.“
Katie: “I don’t think
Were diu werlt alle min von deme mere unze an den Rin, des wolt ih mih darben, daz diu chunegin von Engellant lege an minen armen.
is going to come in that handy.”
K.C.F.: “What’s that one mean, again?”
Katie: “Something about sleeping with the Queen of England.”
K.C.F.: “Yeah. O, Fortuna would make one hell of a wedding march, though.”
It’s ridiculously hot outside. Partially because it’s summer, and partially because EVERYTHING IS BURNING.
Obviously, this is no weather to cook in, so cold watermelon salad for supper it is!
This is as simple as it comes:
- Diced watermelon
- Drizzle o’ olive oil
- Chopped basil and parsley
- Feta and cucumber dressing (I’m sure you could make this yourself. I didn’t. I used Simply Dressed, because 1) it’s gluten-free, just like me! and 2) the smoke’s addled my brain beyond usefulness
Stay cool and fire-retardant, everyone.
For the third time in three weeks, the mountains of my county are on fire. That’s quite enough, thank you very much.
Skirt, Old Navy | Tank tops, Target and Gap | Sandals, Dansko |Necklace, here and there | Shawl, JoAnn Fabrics
I’ve been wearing a variation of this outfit for the past three days. Partially because I need to do laundry and I strongly dislike doing laundry, and partially because I’m now self-employed and can wear whatever the heck I like. And this skirt + a tank top, I like.
Three hours into this ensemble I realized I’m basically wearing our wedding colors. I must now pause to shudder at the fact that we have wedding colors. For shame, what have I become?
Shame over! Check out the pretty fabric for my wedding shawl/wrap/may end up as a veil by the end of the night.
Bound to happen.
Cell Phone Dude: “Hi, how can I help you today?”
Katie: “Hey. I have a really awesome cell phone number, but I’m going to be moving to Europe for a few years. I want to know if there’s any way my number can be held for me until I get back.”
C.P.D.: “You have an ‘awesome number?’”
Katie: “Yep. I should be called ‘Jenny’ for how good my number is.”
Katie: [awkwardly starts sort-of singing] “867-5309…”
Katie: “The song? ’867-5309/Jenny?’ By Tommy Tutone.”
C.P.D.: “Oh. I don’t know it.”
Katie: “You work in a cell phone store and you don’t know a famous telephone song?”
C.P.D.: “Telephone song?”
Katie: “You know. Like Blondie’s ‘Call Me,’ Stevie Wonder’s ‘I Just Called to Say I Love You,’ Lady Gaga and Beyonce’s ‘Telephone,’ Chuck Berry’s ‘Memphis Tennessee,’ and, of course, Raffi’s ‘Banana Phone.’”