Tonight I pulled out one of my favorite notebooks. I bought it right before I left St. Louis. I prepared for my move to Minnesota with my usual list making fervor. I bought a notebook just for the cause.
Its cover is a multi-colored stripe pattern that knows no mathematical sense. There may be incidences of a red stripe, but only one turquoise and one olive green. The color combination drew me to this notebook. Plus, the cover itself is this really cool Jetson-y pole plastic kind of see through thing.
It is bound by a fat spiral of rings. Nice and chunky, those rings. Yet the paper isn't a full sheet. Probably 5 x 8. I continue to be enchanted every time I notice that paper is slightly blue. Just a tinge. And the thin lines that I write between are gray.
I started planning my wedding in this notebook. Here is the earliest list I could find that wasn't yanked out and checked off:
- Adams Mark Rose Room
- Old Courthouse
- Lindell Pavilion
- Windows On WA
- Morgan St. Brewery
- Wine & Cheese
- MAD Art Gallery
- Sidney Street
That girls was dreamin' big! The above list reflects all of the place in St. Louis that I either called or was planning to call in order to try and plan a wedding reception. Initially, Tim and I tried to swing the idea of hangin' the wedding and reception in Minnesota and then going to Missouri to host a second reception just for my friends and family that were unable to make it to the first colossal and hard to plan ordeal.
We axed that idea pretty much right out of the gate.
Although I am not sure what "Wine & Cheese" is doing in the middle of that list. I'd like to believe that it's a restaurant, but odds are that it's just me reminding myself yet again to buy wine and cheese.
Furthermore, I find that this notebook evolved into serving the primary purpose of holding all wedding invitation data, large and small. Handwritten and typewritten. Post-its and one particular scrap of paper that looks like it was ripped from a handbook describing the well oiled machine that is the Amateur Softball Association (Tim's handiwork, I assure you. There is nothing amateur about my softball skills. I just plain stink.).
I discovered a sheet of stamps slide in toward the back of the notebook while writing this. A half used multi-portrait of "Happy New Year". In this case, the depiction being "The Year of the Monkey."
Oh Christ. Did I get married in The Year of the Monkey? That does not bode well for one born in the year of the Dog, such as myself. I'm going to have to be sure and check.
This notebook got me through a great deal of angst. Wedding invites are tough. It's an especially high maintenance detail. Some people get invited, some don't. Just when you get through that initial mess, you then must keep track of who actually was invited.
Boy howdy. Sign me up for that a again. What a hoot. It wasn't nearly as fun as watching our credit card balance balloon, but pretty close.
Then we decided to take the elation of invitation writing, planning and sending to a whole different level: we made each one by hand. She was a testy bitch, that one. But we pulled 'er through. This notebook was there.
As I started out many words ago by saying, I have so many notebooks that I am fond of, but never seem to use. Some do get used, though. Some of them become proof of my new history, and are witness to the things that really matter.
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