I haven't read any LJ from Friday morning to Monday morning. If it was important, or an invite to something fun, point me at it.
Decided that if a things worth doing, it's worth doing well (or at least, that it was bad enough to waste 5 peoples time *once* and that I'd never be able to do it *twice*) so went up to Sheffield on Friday, with my mum, to reccie the lie of the land for bridesmaids dresses. (This was my second reccie, the first had ruled out all the debinhams, bhs, monsoon type shops. I'm fussy about things matching, and really want blue.) It was a good job we did, as some didn't exist, some only handcrafted dresses after thousands of pounds and hours of consultation, some only had dresses for big bridesmaids, some only had dresses for little bridesmaids, and some just had Really Awful Dresses. It was quite an exhausting day. Mum kept saying she was quite happy to walk, and then whinging we'd walked too far. I think it was that she was happier to walk than try and move the car through central sheffield, but utterly miserable doing both :/ Ah well. I'd never have done it without her.
Sam came up at about 5 on Friday night, and it was good to catch up, with piqueen turning up at about 9. Very weird listening to them talk, as they are Bright, Brillient Career Women on the way to Home Ownership, World Domination, and a Whole Lot of Money to Spend. Am starting to feel the entire universe wants me to be an accountant. Not sure I can resist the entire universe. (Of course, I may succumb, and then find that no accountancy firms in Cambridge agree with the Entire Universe). Great to see them again though.
Saturday we headed off to Sheffield, checked out a few more shops, which ranged from non-existant to useless, and had a nice pub lunch. Then we picked up the girls and went to compair the 5 possibilities I'd narrowed it down to. The plain ones were too plain, the cheap ones just didn't look a nice shape on, the chiffony ones were not bridesmaidy (although yes, piqueen, the black one did make you look lovely :) ) and the wrap round ones just looked really weird on kids without breasts. Luckilly everyone (with the possible exception of the lovely piqueen, but my bridesmaids are both wonderfully easy going about the whole thing, which makes things much less stress) adored the ones with pretty sparkly bits, so we spent a small fortune buying those in a wonderful shade of cornflower blue. I was so worn out, and stressed, and scared of spending too much money, and scared of not buying dresses and having to do it all again, but then Toni put her dress on (in lilac) and skipped around like a ballerina, and said "Can I have one that goes down to my toes?" and the girls were princesses and my beautiful supportive friends looked lovely, and I felt so happy, and emotional, and well loved.
I remain amazed that mum doesn't want me to tell M anything. I know that the brides dress being a surprise is traditional, but the bridesmaids dresses? Just for the record, I don't really like surprises. Little things as surprises, that are nice, and don't take up vast amounts of time or space or importance, that's OK. In fact it's often lovely. But big things, like My Wedding Day, or 5 Hours of Birthday Party, or a Car I Have Nowhere to Store... can't you just do the same lovely thing but *warn me*?
Seeing the kids left me slightly off balence as always, but piqueen stuck with me (at great personal risk to life and limb, and several extra miles and hours) to accompany me safe home to Cambridge. Up at the crack of dawn to go to Wicken, and what a gorgeous dawn it was! Odd, as the other two trainees were PhD students from Cambridge, and a few weeks ago we would have had so much in common, and now it feels like we don't. Which is Silly, and just my mind doing myself down... Not too many birds, but lovely weather. I love bird ringing, and I needed to make some me time. Making me time by waking up at 6am isn't the best long term plan for being stable though... Off to help Susan move next (whose stupid idea was it to try and park in central Cambridge on freshers-Sunday????!!!!) and then spent the afternoon unpacking and building her bookcase. It did go in the hole in the wall eventually (and college will never miss the coat hooks). And then to the never ending and hugely depressing IVFDF committee meeting, which consisted of me apologising for things I hadn't done because I was too busy failing my PhD. I was supposed to be going to Rivendell afterwards, but it was late, so I collapsed into the lovely M's arms and went straight home instead. Which was miserable, as I miss Jon and Sarah.
Today I did lots of chores. Supervisor meeting, reading job ads (how can that take so long), bought the most beautiful dress in Cambridge, nearly got a parking ticket*, put the room booking form in for CULES even though I vowed I wouldn't this term, moved money out of my savings account, spent said money on vast amounts of apple juice, picked up my long lost not-make-up bag from the post office... how does this all take so much time?
The freshers are back, falling through Cambridge like leaves from trees. The seasons have turned so quickly.
I must spend some time with M. He keeps me going through all the bad stuff, it's about time he got to reap the benifits :)
*This annoyed me lots. It was mainly annoyance at myself, for buying 20 minutes of parking because they only came in units of 20 minutes, didn't take notes, and I didn't have enough change and thought I'd only be 15 minutes. I got back after 27 minutes to find an attendent halfway through writing me a parking ticket. They were... well, not nice, they were very abrupt and nasty, but they didn't give me a ticket on the condition I drove away Straight Away and looked suitably contrite. Still, a bit narked. There is a big difference between the people who don't buy tickets at all, and the people who do, and they should focus on the former. And there is a big difference between people who buy tickets for 20 minutes and then come back three hours later, and the people who buy for 20 minutes and come back 25 minutes later. So why persecute me, the latter, until you've sorted out the people who are Worse? I have a bad feeling this is just my guilty brain, which knew full well I deserved a parking ticket, for I was indeed parked without a valid ticket, trying to post-rationalise the fact that I am Special, and only lesser mortals should be punished.