||[Oct. 2nd, 2006|01:07 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
So ST and I hung out at my mother's place this weekend and I "worked from home" on Friday which means we got a nice pile of stuff done.
- Got the board for the place-cards made. We're short on horizontal space so I needed something that could stand up on an easel or something. Covered a piece of foam board with a nice cotton and then strips of ribbon. We can tuck the cards down in the ribbon. It's nice, we'll be able to do the cards with nice big writing so people can find their names easily, and it was less than $6.
- Got a good start on the programs. All the inserts are printed, all the card-stock is bought. I've done 33 of the 80. ST went and bought the rest of the card-stock last night and I started folding it. We're making progress and another good couple of hours and we'll be done.
- Got all the favor scrolls rolled and ribbons tied around about 1/3 of them. I need to wait for the sealing wax to come in to finish them but making progress is making progress.
- Got the menu started. The card stock for the backing has been bought so I just need to finish the text and print and paste them. I need something to stand them on but we're getting there.
- Got the heraldry finished for ST's groom's cake.
- Got the seating chart (mostly) done. It needs some tweaking but it's good enough for now and avoids interpersonal strife as much as possible.
- Did a mock-up of the centerpieces. I'm beyond thrilled.
SO PRODUCTIVE OMG!
I had thought I was going to be able to hire a babysitter for the kids and use the downstairs nursery space. Neither of those things is going to happen. The caterer is using the nursery space for the ovens necessary to finish the cooking and they're going to be going in and out of it for the bulk of the reception. Also? Budget is not allowing for a sitter, I don't think.
There's only space downstairs in the room we're using as the cocktail hour space and so that would only be available later in the reception. I'm not sure how to make that work smoothly and it looks like we're going to have 7 small children and I'm not sure how to pay for the multiple babysitters that would require. At the same time, the space upstairs is going to be tight and full of pinned-up tablecloths, an open fireplace, and about 19,473 lit candles, so having them tearing around doing normal natural little-kid things isn't really an option either. I'm... *sigh* tired.
I wish I had the money to hire three sitters and a DVD/TV combo and say "Attn Parents, please leave your children with one of the nice young people in the black-tshirts when you come upstairs for dinner. They will be having fun and sandwiches, you will be having fun and London Broil." I just.. *sigh*
Also? I've got about 15 people left who are maybes. Which makes the difference between a tight space upstairs and a more comfortable space. I just want to look at ST's uncle and say "I swear to God, your college aged daughter doesn't want to come to this. Stop hemming and hawing and telling me maybe and just say no. She'll love having the house to herself and won't you enjoy a weekend alone?" And then I want to look at his cousin and say "OMFG, you've had your invitation since August 23rd! I was counting on you to decline so you got your invite first! IT ALREADY HAS A STAMP ON IT!"
I just want to promise them that no matter what the answer is, I just need to know. Stupid distant family! (who I adore, don't get me wrong)
In conclusion? Productive! Yay! Strife. Meh.