Has it really been almost a year since I last posted? I can't believe it . . . well . . . actually, I can. It's been one heck of a crazy year. So much has happened, and honestly, I wasn't really doing a good job with Polaroid Express. I kept asking myself, What's the purpose of this blog? How does it contribute to . . . anything, really? Am I really doing it justice? Does anyone really read this thing, anyway?
I've come to realize that it doesn't have to be anything spectacular. I like to post pretty pictures, and occasionally, it serves as a sounding board. That's all. And maybe someday, it'll become something bigger. Who knows, right? So I'm going to give it another whirl. See where it takes me. Get back to the things I like to post like Band Beat and Current Celebrity Infatuation. Unimportant posts? Mmm, probably. But it's stuff I like, and that's what counts.
Now for an update.
A year later, and here's what's up, y'all. Bradford and I didn't get married on November 12. Some stuff hit the fan, and we got ourselves into a bit of a financial snafu . . . not our fault, though. Not entirely, anyway. So we decided to postpone and scale the wedding back because let's face it. A Charleston wedding ain't cheap, and who are we kidding? We are by no means in the best financial situation and had to come to terms with the fact that we couldn't afford what was so graciously (said with utter sarcasm) thrown at us. But there is light at the end of the tumultuous tunnel.
We decided to find a venue in our hometown in Augusta, Ga. The only downside is that the only date available is July 14. Yes, you read that right. July 14 . . . probably the hottest day of the year in the hottest, most humid part of the country. I envision lots o' sweat and runny makeup because quite frankly, Bradford and I are the sweatiest people I know. But that's what fans are for, right? Bring it on, Georgia Summer Heat! You will not bring me down!
Let's see. I won Overall Grand Champion Soloist at the American Clogging Hall of Fame in October and will be dancing at The Grand Ol' Opry next month. I was shocked to win because I've never been able to beat this particular group of girls. I am so excited!!! It was the first year I wasn't nervous performing my solos, and I guess it worked. I can't wait to find out who will be performing at this year. Can we say Dolly Parton? Loretta Lynn? That's right!
So those are the big things happening in my life right now. I'm excited to be posting again and regularly checking the blogs I've come to love and admire. Feels good.
I did a little Closet Spring Clea(r)ning the other day and realized I don't have a single pair of blue jean shorts. Scratch that. I have one pair of size 2 GAP cutoffs I bought when my donk could fit into them. I mean, really. Why can my booty fit into size 2 jeans but not shorts? Why are they made differently? It's annoying. Anyway! I need shorts, and as I was taking a gander at my favorite blogs, I came across this pic from Olsens Anonymous. I love her whole outfit, especially the blue jean cutoffs.
My moms came down on Friday to go dress shopping with me. I had previously put four dresses on hold at a local dress shop here in Charleston, and since she is paying for a lot of wedding stuff, I obviously wanted her with me for the big purchase.
In my mind, I'd narrowed my choices down to two, and then eventually one. When we got there, I was ready to buy, but my mom convinced me to try on several styles I hadn't paid any attention to . . . In fact, there were a couple of dresses I would've never chosen for myself. I played along and tried them on and completely fell in love with one dress. Of course, I can't say much about it since Bradford occasionally peruses my blog. I don't want to give away too many details, but it's pretty different than what I'd envisioned I would wear on the Big Day.
I'm excited that the decision has been made, and it's one more thing I can knock off my To-Do List! Oh! I've got a big DIY project ahead of me. Here's a hint: flower belt. Anyone want to help?
I'm in Piano Heaven right now. Growing up, my grandmother would make me play her organ after supper. It was easy enough to learn, especially since the sheet music had pictures of which fingers to put on the keys. I couldn't get it wrong if I tried. I mostly played hymns (I remember Holy, Holy, Holy and How Great Thou Art were my favorites). Honestly, I hated playing at first, probably because I was "told" to, but after I knew what I was doing, I loved it. There's something magical about playing an instrument . . . you can't believe you're making those sounds, and they're so pretty!
My grandmother also had a piano that I would "pretend" to know how to play. That sheet music didn't have cheats on it, though, so I had no clue what I was doing. What I did learn how to do was play by ear. I would sing one of the hymns I learned on the organ out loud and then find the right keys on the piano. Pretty daunting, but I was kid who was bored at her grandmother's house. What else would I do?
Anyway! I found a pianist named Maxence Cyrin. He's incredible and plays a lot of covers. I just bought his Novo Piano album. One of my favorites is his cover of The Pixies' Where Is My Mind. Check it out below. He also has a cover of Arcade Fire's No Cars Go. Amazing!
From the get-go, B and I decided that the most important thing to us regarding the wedding was the photography. Basically, we want awesome pictures to show for our awesome event. So I mentioned Kendrick Brinson and David Walter Banks to Bradford pretty early on. I met Kendrick while working at MCG (or GHSU, whatever) when she came on campus for a story. She was working at The Augusta Chronicle, and since I was reporter there once upon a time, we had stuff to chat about. Not only is she just a really cool person in general, I think her photography is amazing. She and her boyfriend David work for Our Labor of Love in ATL and are both photographing Wedding 11.12.11. Yay!
I looked into their packages and compared theirs to other local photographers because that's what you do. It's all about justification. I have to be able to go to Mom and Pops and say, alright, listen. This is their price. These are the prices of Charleston photogs. See? Not that big of a difference. AND! I'm getting DOS photographers. Bam!
So there you have it. One more major thing to check off my wedding list.
You can barely make him out, but he's there swimming in front of the fountain. It was cooler today and mostly cloudy, but at around 2:30 p.m., the sun peaked through the clouds, and I just had to get outside.
Today I'm trekking around Mt. Pleasant and Charleston in search for a job, any job. And by any, I mean, I'll serve as many Number 1s at Chik-fil-A as I need to in order to bring home at least some bacon. It's been almost a year since my last full-time job. A year. I keep thinking about how crazy that is . . . that someone who has had a career for nearly nine years can't find a single job in her field. Nuts. I'll be honest with myself, I've been putting off applying to businesses like Office Depot (they're definitely hiring), Publix and Chik-fil-A not because I think I'm too good to work there, but because I'm terrified that I'll never be able to find a job in my field again. My friend's sister told me not that long ago that her friend who moved to Charleston 18 months ago just had to move back to Augusta because she couldn't find a job. Ummmm, scary!
So I'm doing it. I'm throwing myself out there to anyone willing to take me. And I've decided to give myself one full year of not working in my field before I go back to school. And! I would like to take this opportunity to tell anyone out there who's thinking about moving to a different city before landing a job: DON'T DO IT. It's the toughest situation (financially and emotionally) I've ever been in . . . and it puts a mean hurtin' on a relationship too.