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Not sure I ought to have to say this, but here it is anyway: I am allowed to make fun of Indian weddings. You - white, don't-they-last-four-days-and-they're-all-colourful-tee-hee, thoughtless you - are not. Getting married in a grey church in England is not a "normal" way to get married. Thanks, glad we've cleared that up.
Anyway, so. Wedding planning has taken its great leap forwards. The Scottish shindig now has a guest list, a photographer, (probably) a cake, (probably) a ceilidh band, two readers, two witnesses, a venue, a menu and even favours, ye gods. I need to get my dress altered and am cleverly combining this with![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
vidukon_cardiff (don't even ask). We still need a playlist, a script, a last-minute narrative resolution to a continuing spat re: canapés, and sixty-five tiny screwtop jars.
The Indian wedding has dates, venues, three documents in progress (schedule; historical and religious contexts, with footnotes; visa procedures, a beginner's guide) a vague guest list, invitation wording if not actual invitations (I drafted this yesterday while putting up with heckling from all sides), a cast of thousands, and a certain sense that Things Are Getting Done. Not by me, I hasten to add. But done.
My to-do list is still in three parts and synced between three devices. But... hurrah? I think?
(I think I shall pre-emptively declare 2014 the Year of the Hammock, With No To-Do Lists At All.)
(I hope to begin it in a houseboat in Srinagar.)
Anyway, so. Wedding planning has taken its great leap forwards. The Scottish shindig now has a guest list, a photographer, (probably) a cake, (probably) a ceilidh band, two readers, two witnesses, a venue, a menu and even favours, ye gods. I need to get my dress altered and am cleverly combining this with
vidukon_cardiff (don't even ask). We still need a playlist, a script, a last-minute narrative resolution to a continuing spat re: canapés, and sixty-five tiny screwtop jars. The Indian wedding has dates, venues, three documents in progress (schedule; historical and religious contexts, with footnotes; visa procedures, a beginner's guide) a vague guest list, invitation wording if not actual invitations (I drafted this yesterday while putting up with heckling from all sides), a cast of thousands, and a certain sense that Things Are Getting Done. Not by me, I hasten to add. But done.
My to-do list is still in three parts and synced between three devices. But... hurrah? I think?
(I think I shall pre-emptively declare 2014 the Year of the Hammock, With No To-Do Lists At All.)
(I hope to begin it in a houseboat in Srinagar.)
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If you're still looking for jam jars, my mum got 50 200ml ones online for about a tenner at Christmas. From this experience, I would advise trying to put anything hot or liquid in them, unless you have someone who fills test tubes for their day-job handy.
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I come by my random information retention honestly, apparently.