15 December 2011

Wedding

I'm getting married!!!!

8 December 2012

Thames, New Zealand



Watch the space below for new and updated links to information on visiting New Zealand
and other wedding information.






27 July:  Registry
Our invitations are nearly finished! I'll be mailing the first batch when I am in Idaho....in 2 weeks!  In the mean time, if people are wondering about our registry information, this is the info that will be included with the invitations:


We understand that many people prefer giving a personal gift, but we have spent the last 4 years turning Dave's house into our home. Therefore we have everything we need at the moment. Thus....


In lieu of gifts we request that donations be made in our names. Below are some suggestions:


NZ: Westpac Helicopter (we may need to use this someday!)     http://www.chopperappeal.co.nz/donate


USA: Animal Shelters (Mel Volunteers in NZ)     

Juneau, AK:    http://www.ghspets.org/  (This is where Mel's beloved Yang was found)


Worldwide: Kiva  http://www.kiva.org/gifts/kiva-cards#/print      Mel loves  the micro-lending organization kiva, and she lends frequently.


Alternatively, we will have a wishing well at our NZ wedding reception. The wishing well can be used to give us congratulations cards and tell us where you donated. Or, if you prefer spending money directly on us, you may include a small gift (cash /voucher)

Wedding Day

So....We've set a date!  8 December 2012 :)

This time next year I will be newlywed! Wow!

So why December 8th?

Up until a month ago we had been planning on getting married in my mom's backyard. We had a vague idea of spring or autumn wedding with her beautiful flowers as a background.  I liked the idea of being home with my sister and best friend. I liked being in a place that my dad had helped create. I thought I would feel dad's presence more in that space.  There was nowhere here in New Zealand that said "get married here".  I don't like sandy beaches (gah, sand EVERYWHERE and in everything) and I don't have any emotional ties to any town halls.

However, on an ordinary weekend in November, Dave and I went up to Rapaura Watergardens for a free open day.  It didn't take long before I was saying "I could totally picture getting married here".  The majority of our time spent in the gardens was talking about a wedding.  We tried to consider the pros and cons of a wedding in New Zealand.  While I know it will cost more and I will miss the presence of many important people in my life, I really felt that this green, lush garden was where I wanted to start my life with Dave.

I was really worried about telling mom.  I didn't want to hurt her feelings.  She'd been thinking about her garden as a wedding venue for the last year.  She was planning on moving plants and wanting to know my colors so she could new plants established.  And, to be honest, there is a HUGE part of me that still wants that.  I want to walk down the cobble path that her and dad built (okay, hired people to build) and stand under the pergola while I say my vows.  And, to be honest, it probably would be the smarter thing to do. I'm worried about how cooperative the venue hosts are going to be.  I'm worried about money.  I'm sad that my best friend can't come to New Zealand.  I'd love to leave the wedding details to my family in Idaho.  I could just fly in  a week or two before the wedding and everything would be sorted, right?  No stress!  But, that's also not really fair to everyone in Idaho.

So, in the end, we are going ahead with the wedding here in our little town.  And I'm excited.  Despite all my reservations and worries, I'm excited.  Why?

 POHUTUKAWA TREES! 
 The iconic "New Zealand Christmas" tree.  

Barring any kind of bizarre weather patterns, the trees should be beginning their bloom cycle when we get married. I realize I'm setting myself up for disappointment by counting on nature to cooperate, but we're pretty certain that a week in December should see our coastline turning red.  So, if all else falls through, I can take my fiancee down to the waters edge and get married on a rocky beach under a pohutukawa tree.  (and even without their red flowers, their gnarly trunks are picturesque enough)

We've chosen the 8th, to give us the comfort zone for flowering season to start and before Christmas fever sets in.
This is my interpretation of
pohutukawa blooms
created in felt

22 June 2011

Midnight Memories

Kristi, Me, J Dub......hungover as hell on my sisters 2nd day in Juneau 2005.  Ready to shred though!

Fun Fact:  I'm wearing that same long sleeved shirt RIGHT NOW!!!! in 2011!!!)
It's 12:30am.  Dave is sound asleep.  I should be, but I'm too used to working evening shifts.  1am isn't an unusual bedtime anymore.  I have a blanket over my head and around my shoulders (because who knows what I would loudly knock around in the dark bedroom while searching for a hat!). It's not really cold, but it's definitely chilly.

I booted up one of the spare computers so I could respond to a couchsurfing (CS) request in time for the surfer to get it in the morning.  After writing the message, I found myself doing a quick couch search for availability in Thames.  I was pleasantly surprised to find that the number of participants in our small town had dramatically increased since we started hosting!  Of course, I had to click on each profile (there aren't THAT many participants).  It was fun to see so many lovely personalities; some I've met in the "real world" and others that I haven't .......but I could!  I've wanted to organize a CS get together for well over a year now.  However, with the minuscule numbers from our town it seemed a bit pointless.  I had grand plans for a peninsula get together over summer, but somehow got busy (probably working).  Now, however, is a totally different story!  It doesn't even have to be a potluck, we could just meet for drinks!  If nothing else, there are a few people that I wouldn't mind private messaging and seeing if they want to meet up some day.

Anyhow....all this profile skimming led, of course, to looking at our own profile.  One of the first bits of the profile page is a "summary" of the person: age, hometown, occupation, etc.  There is also a link to "my website" (which I just noticed is not actually visible to all you non-member types).   Obvioulsy, this website, the one you're currently reading, is "my website".  So I started perusing my past entries.......  Ok, I just scrolled down looking at pictures!   There were two noticeable things
   1) I've missed some important events lately!  Hello, I raised NZ$1,000 shaving my head for cancer and now have 6+ weeks worth of growth!  AND I'm freaking ENGAGED!  How the hell did I not blog that!  Stupid bloody facebook.......
   2)  It's been a LONG time since I've posted anything not related to the house/home/garden/crafts.......where is all the travel/adventure/wildlife?
 (okay, I do have a post regarding our Easter travels half way completed.....I think I might have to be happy with half and just post it).  Part of the reason I am so slack in blogging is because of the writing.  I'm sure everyone has noticed by now, but I'm excessively verbose! And long winded!  That makes for some tedious typing!  Then....I feel obligated do a half hearted proof read of the entry.  I HATE proof reading.  I wrote it once, why do I want to read it again?

So, as I contemplated the idea of posting a few pictures with a brief (hahaha....as if brief is even possible for my parenthesis loving self) account of the pictures, I went back to looking at my CSing profile.  Which, of course, led to my going through all our profile pictures.
Most of them include Dave, since I took the BIG step of adding his name to my profile when we decided to start hosting in 2009. (Adding his name, to me, meant giving up my individual CSing identity......but I also got to make Dave a DOHNER!!!!!  That's one step closer to HIM changing HIS name after a certain wedding.)
If you visit our photo pages you will find, to the left, that we have three albums.  In the "top level" album are the pictures I added when I was a CSing newbie!  They're of me, and my life as a kick ass woman.  I've got work pictures and play pictures, Alaska and Idaho/Montana pictures. (none from Hawaii though, because they are before the digital era and will probably never get scanned).  These pictures reminded me that I've had some pretty awesome adventures and i have some pretty decent stories.
 I'm going to start sharing these stories!

However, I'm pretty typed out now.  So instead of going into detail about the picture I started with (when my sister stayed with me for at least a week in Juneau), I'm just going to post another picture from that same week (stolen from CSing because I'm not on my computer where my THOUSANDS of pictures are stored....and I'm not going to rummage in the dark for my backup drive either).

At the Juneau airport, 2005.  I'm saying goodbye to Kristi, but also dressed to hit the town
for folk fest.  Notice my hair is significantly shorter in this picture than the one taken
a week earlier with the snowboard on my back.  There is a crazy story involving cliffs and ropes, but
I'm pretty sure I'm going to run out of caption space some time soon!

Fun fact: That coat just made the trip to NZ this past Christmas.....the skirt is in my closet too.
I think I may have a hoarding issue.........

16 May 2011

Solo Sewing

About a month ago I was lent a sewing machine!!!!  Dave's mum lent it to me.  She even lent me an afternoon of her time to teach me how to use it!

She brought the fabric and a pattern for me to make a little girl's pinafore dress.  I figured it would take me two days to finish such a project, but we knocked it out after lunch just before I had to head to work!  Kathy was patient with my slow use of scissors and my not so lead foot on the machine.


I was pretty pleased with my first project, and apparently Dave's niece likes it too


I'd been wanting a sewing machine for a while.  I kept thinking about pillows, curtains, skirts.....  Of course, once I had a sewing machine, I had no idea where to begin!  I was still a beginner with this machine.  The little dress had definitely educated me, but I wasn't exactly ready to start making designer dresses!  After searching the internet for a bit I decided an apron would be a pretty a good place to start.  I LOVE aprons.  Granted, I already have 3, so I didn't really a need another.  But, I figured I could always give it away.

I found a free apron pattern online and printed it out.  Well, I printed the instructions out, I had to actually make the pattern using baking paper and the measurements from the instructions.  At the bottom of the instructions, among the notes and variations, was the idea of a reversible apron.  I though, how cool would that be?  You could choose which design you felt like wearing!


I didn't have anyone really in mind when I went to the fabric store, but I fell in love with a couple of kiwiana designs: one black and white kiwi bird and one lime green background with blue pukeko birds.  It seemed like a great contrast for a reversible project!


Fortunately, the saleslady added the cost of the fabric up for me before cutting the cloth (while wandering the shop I'd mentioned I was a beginner).  I was a bit short on funds that week, so I would have felt like a total knob going over what I could  afford!  The lady then pointed out the cheaper (and plain) fabric behind me.  I decided she was right, no point blowing my bank account if I was only going to screw up and need to start again!  I opted for the cheapest "calico" (cream) cloth to start.  I decided the bold red cloth would make a nice contrast. 


I didn't have an actual plan in mind when I started.
 The instructions told me to make a rectangular pocket, but that seemed kind of boring.  After cutting out both sides of the pattern I was left with lovely curved sections that would make perfect little pockets.  I decided two little red pockets would look better on the calico side than one big red rectangle.  

The instructions didn't go into detail for making a reversible apron, but I knew I could sort it out (after all, I'd just had plenty of experience sewing seams on a small scale!)  I was smart enough to realize that I would have to start with my pockets, or else I'd end up sewing though both aprons! LOL
  I was super pleased with my first efforts!!!


I was particularly pleased with these pockets for two reasons:
  •   I'd followed the directions and made them stand alone pockets (meaning I sewed them together, turned them inside out to be a free floating pocket, and then sewed them on.....which seemed like a lot of work really)
  • I had sewn a pretty respectable curve :)
The white pocket I made for the red apron was a contrasting rectangle. This time, however, I decided to skip sewing the pocket first and just sew a piece of fabric onto the apron.  This pocket seemed to be just as secure as the little red pockets but required a touch less sewing (and less fabric, as there is now "back" to the pocket).  ....Does any of that make sense?.....

I decided that a plain white pocket seemed pretty boring.  I'd spent some time flipping through the machine book and had found an "appliqué" setting (used to sew patches with a zig zag stitch).  I decided I'd try using this stitch to add some interest to the pocket.

I was pretty pleased with the result, especially since I didn't get an iron-on bonding stuff to make it stick in place first.

However, I did notice the slight puckering around the large heart and decided that I probably wouldn't be able to do it on a smaller scale, so I scrapped the little heart in the upper corner 

Now the the pockets were all done, all I had to do was put it together!  It wasn't a tough job and really wasn't that time consuming.  However, I did have to make the ties.  I'd decided early on that I was not using ribbon (that didn't sound very sturdy) and thought that having contrasting ties on each side of the apron would be cool.  Sewing the ties wasn't that bad, but it did take a while to turn the long tubes of fabric inside out with a wooden spoon! LOL.  

The whole project took me around 1.5 weeks, but really only 4-5 days working part time in the afternoons.  I was SO stoked the night that I finished the project.  I ran around the house wearing my apron on one side and then other.  Then I made Dave take pictures.


I'm not really sure at what point I decided to make this apron for Kathy.  I know it was pretty early into the project, because I quite enjoyed top stitching the red pockets for her.  In fact, I enjoyed this project all the more knowing that I was giving it away.  Not only did it seem like a good way to say "Thank You" for lending me her sewing machine (indefinitely), it would make a great mother's day gift!!! :)  hahahaha, I also remember thinking, as I was sewing crooked seams, "the great things about mothers is that it doesn't matter what you give them, they are always happy to have something homemade......no matter how imperfect it is!" LOL.

Thank you Mum, for trusting me with your sewing machine!!!!

Oh, and in case you're wondering.....I sent my mom back in the USA flowers.  I couldn't give mum such an awesome gift and not get mom anything!  Turns out, mom got a great deal.  I bought her live chrysanthemums, but she got a huge live Azalea!!!!  (and it is huge, I saw it over skype).

20 April 2011

My first bike accident

Dave and I purchased ourselves mountain bikes in January.  I had been telling Dave how much I'd like to buy one after returning from America, as I would no longer have a gym membership and it seemed like a good way to get exercise.  Dave's big Christmas present to me was a gift certificate for a bike!

We took a day trip up to Auckland to buy a brand new bike for me (on sale!) and pick up a good quality used bike from a Trademe (think ebay) seller for Dave.  While we've only gotten into the mountains once with our bikes, we've greatly enjoyed the faster transport to our respective jobs (as we both previously walked unless foul weather required a car).  I started biking 30 minutes every other day and then upped it to 40 minutes every other day with shorter rides every day.  Within 6 weeks of owning a bike I fit my clothes better and felt stronger than I did after 3 months of nearly daily gym attendance!  Of course, after nearly a month off of my strict workout schedule, I'm back to where I started - knackered after riding through town!

This week started off well, the ride to the SPCA I volunteer at every Monday is not strenuous, but it takes about 10 minutes one way.  The ride to grandmas takes about 10-15 one way and I did that on Tuesday.  Today (Wednesday) wasn't look like it would be too flash weather-wise, but I was going to get a decent ride in after running errands in town....I've since scrapped that plan.

It's not that my accident has severely damaged me or my bike and it's not that I've been put off biking all together, but finding yourself lying in the middle of the main street is a little off putting for riding further in the day.

I'm only vaguely aware of the incident really. I was biking down the main town road (Pollen street thankfully, not the actual highway a road over) when a lady opened her car door in front of me.  I don't even remember the door opening.  All I really remember is finding myself and my bike in the middle of the lane!  I registered no cars were coming down the road (either direction) and got up.  A lady was half out of her car slightly behind me. She was asking if I was okay if I was hurt.  All I could think was to get out of the road, get out of people's view.  I didn't really know what to do. I wanted to yell at the lady for opening her door, but there was a part of me that wondered if it was my fault.  Was I not paying enough attention?  I told the lady I was fine, walked to the sidewalk and started down the road to the next errand I had.  I wanted to sit and cry, I was shaky, my hand hurt, I was SO glad I wear a helmet every time I cycle.  I didn't want to talk to the lady responsible, I didn't want anyone to ask me if I was okay.  I locked my bike up a few blocks down and went in search of saffron (in Thames...I didn't think it possible, but we do have some!).  When I came out of the shop, a blond lady came up and said she was so sorry.  Was I okay?  Was the bike okay.  It was all her fault and she wanted to take responsibility, she said.  I told her I seemed to fine and the bike probably too.  She gave me her name and phone numbers.  I'm too call her if the bike needs fixed, she'll pay for it.  She said she always tells her kids to watch out when getting out of the car.  She said she'd seen the car coming/passing, but hadn't seen me.  I felt bad for not talking to her sooner, for making her follow me down the street!

I said goodbye and thanked her for the details.  I unlocked my bike and found that the chain had been dislodged, not surprising.  I put it back in place and then biked to Dave's work.  The bike seemed find, the handlebars somewhat askew.  I just wanted to cry still, to get a huge hug, but Dave still had 10 minutes before lunch.  I told him what happened, he asked if gave the person an "ear full". LOL  I waited for his lunch break and then got the hugs I wanted.  He straightened my handlebars out before going back to work.  I told him I'd go home and take a bath, but then I decided I should keep to my plan and finish my errands.  Instead of biking through the mall parking lot though, I locked my bike in the park and walked a bit further.  I made my purchase and then treated myself (with tip money!) to a vanilla latte and the most delicious neenish tart!  I relaxed on the coach and read a tramping (aka hiking) magazine and let my shock wear off.

Feeling refreshed, relaxed, and calmed I took my bike the back way - down the coastal walkway (for bikes too) and back to the house on the least busiest roads.  My bike seems to fine now that the handlebars are aligned and I'm not bad either.  My left arm is pretty sore and my left hand a bit bruised.  I'll probably be wearing the long sleeved shirts at work in a few days to cover the nasty bruise I'm sure to have, but no back, neck, or even head pain to worry about.

While I sometimes wish I lived in one of the dynamic and cultured cities of Auckland or Wellington; today, I've never been more happy to live in the slow paced town of Thames.  If I'd been in a busy city I probably would have been run over by the next car in the road!