Samstag, 30. April 2011

A film to kick us off again!

I love wedding films. There is hardly anything that gets to me like a really well made wedding video. Yesterday we all watched Kate marry William. We sighed and gasped but there was something... lacking for me. It was really fun to watch, but it was missing the raw emotion I love about weddings. I wasn't surprised, it was a royal wedding, orchestrated and awesome (with a brilliant sermon from the Bishop of London) but it doesn't come close, for me, to this video I found last week.
This is what the videographer had to write about the couple:

"This is the wedding of Sara and Rob. They initially had absolutely no intention of having a wedding film and for good reason… Rob, the groom is deaf. They were introduced to our work by their photographer and decided to entertain the idea. Lucky for us, they loved our work and decided to give it a go. We came up with the idea of close captioning their film and they loved it!
From the minute we first met Sara & Rob over Skype, we knew we were going to be in for a special treat.
 Mere words cannot express, what Sara and Rob share together as a couple and as best friends. It is infectious and will literally bring any one to tears...Yes even grown men! There was one moment just after they saw each other for the first time, when they literally just stopped and looked at one another... No words...because nothing needed to be said in that moment. They just knew..."


Already wonderful. Now grab a tissue and watch the beautiful video of Sara and Rob.

Sara & Rob Emotional Teaser from Fiore Films on Vimeo.


Now tell me that you didn't well up. I love Fiore Films work. Raw emotion, beautifully captured. There is more where this came from so stay tuned.

Montag, 11. April 2011

Herzen

Verlobungskarte
"Save the date" Kühlschrankmagnete   
Brautstrauß aus genähten Filzherzen
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Tischkarten

Kitschig?! Ja und wie! Aber passt zum Thema!




Donnerstag, 7. April 2011

Preparations are picking up speed

Sometimes I forget that I am getting married. That hasn't been the case recently. Not. At. All. Seriously. When I started this blog, there were still 236 days left till W-Day. Now we have smashed through the 150 mark and have landed firmly on Terra -149. I have 148 days left of being Sarah BOWLES and will become, in 149 days, Sarah HONSBERG (by the by, 'Honsberg' conjures up many things in my mind that I am not but will magically become when I take the name - tidy, able to make wordplay, German).

Getting ready to be married takes work, as we have already explored here before. But now, 5 months away from W-Day, preparation are picking up speed.

On Tuesday we had an appointment at the Standesamt (civil buro? Is that what it is called in English? Am I a Honsberg already that I don't know?!) to official register our engagement, the date of our civil ceremony and hand in all the paper work. This was something that I was really looking forward to doing with Patrick. With him being in England the whole time, it often feels like I am the one getting married and that for him it isn't really a reality. This was going to be something that we could do together and would make the wedding seem really, well, real. It didn't work out that way. Patrick can't make it here till next week, so I called and asked to move the appointment. They are fully booked. Until 21st. Of June. So there was no changing the meeting, I had to go alone. Along with many other pearls of wisdom, I was informed that the wedding would not be able to take place if one of us were missing or if one of us were unconscious. Duly noted.

I have also been doing lots of crafting. Ok, maybe lots is exaggerated but I have started doing one of the many DIY projects that I have set as goals to help make our day more special, personal and hand-made. I am really enjoying doing it, except that because I am currently not watching TV, I was crafting to the sounds of a Dan Brown audiobook. I have discovered that Dan Brown and I are not a good match. I can't take him. I won't get into this here, it's too upsetting and this is a happy wedding blog.

I also was blessed to be able to have a short stop-over visit with my brother and sister-in-law who is baker, make-up artist, and hairdresser at my wedding. We practiced make-up and boy did I look good! It was so exciting to test out what I am going to look like and what style we are heading towards etc. I think it's pretty awesome being a girl.

On a side note, well not really cause shoes have to do with being a girl, right? My lovely Starbucks barista Felix has offered to buy my wedding shoes. He has also asked if he can be my flower girl and wear a tutu. I said thank you and yes to both those ideas. Sadly, I don't think he is serious about them. Well, maybe about the flower girl one.

Back to what we are up to: Patrick comes on Sunday and the next week will be full of wedding prep. We are going to jewelers to look at rings, we will be continuing with the plans for our Honeymoon (yes, we know where we are going and I will blog about this soon!), and we will be going to the party venue to chat about the details. This has been under new management since the beginning of April so I am hoping and praying that they will not suddenly want to paint everything orange. You can pray with me.

I am so excited to show you all the little DIY projects I am working on. I won't, obviously, until the wedding is over, I don't want to spoil it for those coming, but as soon as it is done and we are back in normal life I will show you all of them!

Mittwoch, 6. April 2011

Day 11 of 30 Day (death) Shred

It's day 11. I have made it through days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 (after which I took a 2 day break due to 1. death pain in my thighs 2. being away all Saturday and coming home way to late to Shred and not having the service ready for Sunday), 8, 9, and 10. Today was day 11. Last night, a little debate started in my head after shredding. I was making it through everything all right, I no longer felt like either jumping off my balcony, no, not jumping, too much effort, rolling over and never moving until my neighbours wondered what the smell was in the hallway or seeking and destroying Jillian and I could do pretty much all the exercises at 'Natalie' level (Natalie being the toned caramel godess who Jillian holds up as a model of work-out ethic 'If you want to look like this (pointing to Natalie's toned, perfect body) you need to work like that') barring the push-ups and the stupid side-squat arm lift moves. So, should I move on or stick with level one until I could win a head-to-head race with the Natanator?

I wrote my cousin Robin, who started shredding 2 days after I did, but who now drew level with me due to my wimpy inability to push through the pain. Was she moving on? She was debating too, but I read last night that she had decided to move on and found it quite easy. Wait a minute, I'll find her status on Facebook, just so you have a comparison. Hm. Can't find it. Anyways, it went something like this 'Moved on to level 2 today, wasn't as bad as I thought it would be etc' you get the point. Not that bad. I took this as a good sign and decided today that I would move on as one is supposed to and do Level 2.

Words cannot describe how misleading my cousin's cheerful, deceitful status is. Right now, I am lying on my couch, a full 20 minutes after shredding, and I can barely find the will to type, let alone get off the couch to find my Hairspray DVD so I can listen to the soundtrack while I type. I really want to listen to that. It would be perfect right now, and yet, I am afraid that if I try to move off the couch I will topple head first onto the floor, in a kind of plank position that Jillian has now grown so fond of, minus the arms holding me up. I almost threw up during cardio session 2. I'm not kidding. I was debating how fast I could run to the washroom or if I should just run out onto the balcony and heave off there.

 It didn't come to that. But almost. And that's all I have to say about that. Except - this is Natalie:


And even she cheats once or twice.