I wanted to blog about dresses today, but it's going to have to wait a bit. I have just received news that sucks, and while I try not to email in an emotional state, nothing says I can't blog.
First, a request:
For reasons completely understandable and personal, our wedding planner has left the project. As much as I totally understand and appreciate that life is complicated, and sometimes we bite off more than we can chew, I am, of course, crushed. I am so highly unfamiliar with weddings, and I do
not want to be trying to coordinate everything myself on the big day. So now what???
This type of thing is a risk with our project. We are encouraging people to give of their time and talents (and businesses), and there's always the risk that something will fall through. Many of the most important aspects of our wedding have been offered by new business people, amateurs, or laymen. We love this, because we want to support people in developing their businesses, trade, and skills...so we fear this for the very reason we now have no wedding planner.
So this is my call-out, my request, my heartfelt wish: if there is a wedding or event planner (aka 'coordinator') out there who would love some great publicity, and would like to save our sorry asses from attempting to coordinate, gather, request, and manage this crazy wedding all by ourselves...please contact us. This project takes more improvisational skills and a different kind of work than the average wedding, as we try to do everything with 0 dollars, and a potpourri of donations. It's certainly a potential feather in your cap, and as our planner, you'd be getting quite frequent billing on our blog as we praise your wondrous glory for your hard work and ability to coordinate this three-ring circus. It may be the kind of wedding best suited to someone with some notches in their planning belt.
You can email us at projectpriceless@gmail.com or twitter us (tweet?), or facebook us...whatever you like. If you yourself are not an event planner, please spread the word for us to anyone you know in the field. Let's see if we can't save me from running around, sweating in the August sun in my dress, trying to figure out where the hell the tablecloths are and still demanding to know what an escort card is.
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So, now for the offer:
We have a cat named Tabu. This is Brian's cat, that he's owned since its kittenhood about three years ago. Tabu is this lovely blue-grey fella with piercing yellow eyes. He is a cuddly, yet independent cat. When he first moved in, I was happy to have him (and Brian) here.
Unfortunately, we came to learn that I am allergic. Since the allergies are not severe, however (itchy nose and stuffiness, but no hives unless I hold him, and no burning eyes unless I get hair on my face), we have persevered. What has tipped the scales now, however, is that we have finally learned that Brian is allergic. I can't believe he didn't know before; he would be sniffly at home, yet not when he was at work or out on the town, and I asked him about it and he said he's always been like that...that it's an evening thing, something about pollen or the moon or some other vague allergen. Well, a few weeks ago, I noticed that Brian had a large welt on his back. Upon closer inspection, I found that he had a cat hair embedded in his skin. Around the hair had developed a hive the size of a peanut M&M. I gently pulled the hair free, and even applied topical anti-histamine to the spot...yet the hive lingered for over three days. I started asking Brian more questions about his stuffy nose, the onset of such symptoms, etc....and lo and behold, we have ascertained that Brian is not only allergic, but potentially becoming
more allergic over time.
Thus, we are looking for a new home for Tabu.
Now, those of you who know me are chuckling a little; you know that I have no special love of cats, and that this one in particular seems to drive me nuts. He's really quite well-behaved, but we got off on the wrong foot, when last year, he ate the feathers off of the handmade Christmas tree ornaments I'd made. People have pointed out that to a cat, my gold-painted sea shells with brightly coloured feathers look like perfect cat toys, and getting mad at him for playing with them would be like getting mad at me for picking up a fresh pencil and applying it to an open sketchbook, if they were just lying around on the table. I
get that. I do. But this is why I am a dog person: unless it's food, I can leave anything anywhere. Darcy (my pug) is about 18" tall at best, and too fat to do any fancy tricks, so anything on the coffee table or higher is safe from his snooping; the cat, meanwhile, is currently sitting on the kitchen counter right beside the muffins I just baked. Oh, and WHY do cats have to throw themselves onto the paper you're writing, the keyboard you're typing on, or the craft project you're meticulously gluing? Can they not just wait a few moments for their pats?
Tabu is a good cat. Brian raised him well, and he's been living here solidly since last May, without any problems outside of totally normal cat behaviour that I personally just can't stand. Yet, I've soldiered through, and occasionally find myself stroking his ears when I walk by--then, of course, washing my hands before I touch my eyes. He deserves a home where people don't refuse to cuddle him for fear of the horrors of a hive outbreak.
If you'd like to talk with us about Tabu, send us a email. We want to make sure he goes to the
right home...a 'forever' home where he can be loved, cuddled, and adored. If you can help make this happen for Tabu, and for us, please give us a shout.
Here's a picture.
Here's hoping that we hear back on both our request, and our offer. Thanks, everyone...everyday is an adventure, and you all help make that possible. Much love to you.
