U I vethed na I onnad.

Finally I can take a breath, sit down, and pull my head together enough to write coherently. These last days have been a flurry of sewing and events and just things to do. When there was a break I thought about making a post but my eyes would slide away from the screen in defiance of my fingers to focus on something shiny that didn't require braining.

Thursday and Friday found me sewing until 1:30 to 2 in the morning. Saturday saw the Jazz Age Lawn Party on Governor's Island. Sunday saw my second (once removed, I think) cousin getting married. (Both days saw me doing more drinking between them than I normally do in a year.) On Monday my mother left for Aspen while I shortened and made straight hems of 8 capes, and Tuesday came with Italian class and a late-night Antigone rehearsal.

But simply for Saturday's Jazz Age Lawn Party, it was all worth it.

I mentioned buying my materials for the dress, but I don't think I ever showed the picture here. It looks like this:


That velvet and that gold star-looking thing? Didn't make it to the final version. Originally the velvet was to be a sash with the star-looking thing as ornamentation, but put all together it made the dress look like evening wear rather than for a picnic. The sash does exist as a sash instead of a yard of fabric - I just need somewhere appropriate to wear it to.

Getting to the party was somewhat harrowing - after finally going to sleep around 2am I arranged to wake up at 8:00 to begin the process of messing with my hair. The first ferry leaving at 11, the idea was to be done and out the door by 10 with plenty of time to take the train. Hahaha... no. Instead I fought with my hair until 10, realized the time, hurriedly did make up and began to fight with my hair once again - and remained fighting as I ran out the door at 10:45 to get a taxi. I asked the driver to speed, flung money through the window and ran onto the boat so I'd not have to sit around for an hour until the second ferry ran at 12. And I did make it. 8Db

(None of the pictures found below this did I in any way take. I did not alter them except for a few instances of cropping in a vain attempt to cut out plain-clothes-passerbys - what you see is what you can find on facebook.)


( Step in for the rest of the party. )

The wedding on Sunday was nice enough. I didn't even known Aaron had started dating until I got home from Japan and mother informed me that we'd be going to the wedding. The most unfortunate thing was that it took place in a Jewish Center and came with kosher catering, so there was no real dairy. That meant no real milk or cream in ANYTHING - including the wedding cake. This was no ordinary wedding cake my friends. No, no. This was Spackle Cake.

( Look, I have proof. )

I'm pretty sure that cake frosting is not supposed to help your spoon stand straight up in the air.

And now that I have thoroughly destroyed your internet connections and/or bored you to tears, I am off to make dinner.