Mrs. Kuz 2 B!

An Antique, Down-Home Wedding – Our Way


Sorry for the complete lack of blog posts this past few months. It has been a hectic time with the wedding, house repairs, family stuff and planning. I promise to take some time very soon to update everyone on wedding happening and all the cool stuff I found. We are a little more than 2 months from the big day and things are falling into place pretty easily. I hope the next 2 months goes as smooth as things have gone so far. Some things, I am going to have to keep a secret until after the wedding. We are getting responses in the mail (getting the mail is so fun now!) everyday and I want some parts of the wedding to be a surprise for our guests. We are working on our songs and the menus now, which are fun, non-expensive things to do! Non-expensive being the key word here. But I’ll feel a lot better once the decisions are made! I’ve had some pretty freaky nightmares that would make the horror film industry look like preschool cartoons. But with every check I put on my to do list, it gets better! 

Until later


3 Shoe Gal

So, I have a confession. I have 3 pairs of shoes for my wedding day…and I’m not even a shoe-aholic!  I might buy 1 pair of shoes a year, and those are usually sandles/flip-flops because I wore out my old pair the summer before. (I had one pair that I wore a hole through the bottom before I ditched ’em)  My sneakers/running shoes literally get holes in and may ge to the point of duct tape (and get demoted to yard work) before I will buy new ones.  I first set foot in a DSW about 3 weeks ago, and that was because my future mother-in-law insisted I needed my gym shoes were looking really sad.  If it’s a possibility, I won’t wear socks or shoes most of the summer.  I happily work in the garden in bare feet.  I spend most of the winter running around our house in bare feet because my freezing feet will always trump wearing socks (then Mr. Kuz gets mad because I put my cold feet on him-sorry!).  You get the idea…

It started with my fancy heels that reminded Mr. Kuz of the Wizard of Oz.  I wanted something colorful and fancy for my walk down the aisle.  My mom disagreed with this one, but I do love these and all the pain that come with them.I have worn them around to get broken in and even wore them to an inside Christmas party to make sure the high heel was even do-able for me. 

I love those shoes!  But I realized I better have a comfy back up pair, just in case (screw that, I know!) my feet get sore.  Since we are going with a rustic theme, I decided to jump on the cowboy boot bandwagon.  I also fortified my decision that I needed new boots by the fact that my old ones had sprung a leak  (which they had).  So I bopped around Zappos (again) and found these.

I’ve gotten a lot of use from these already, but I have found out that after a few hours my toes start to hurt.  I’m pretty sure my solution is to wear them more and stretch them out, but considering I will be on my feet almost all day, except for some time riding in a car and hopefully eating my dinner, I don’t even want the possibility of sore feet keeping me from the dance floor or from making the rounds and greeting our guests.  Plus, I do not want to be an invalid the next day with swollen feet.

So, for my last purchase I went with my standard sandle – the 4″ platform flip- flops – because I realized my dress alterations won’t work so well with my boots.  My sparkly heels are 4″…my boots are not.  There will be a point during the night that I won’t care anymore, but for the sake of trying to preserve the hem of my dress, I will use these as my back up’s back up. 

I got the black pair.

I also came up with another excuse…if it’s cold or rainy, I can wear the boots.  If it’s nice, the flip-flops.  And don’t think I will be wearing plain black flip-flops.  I am going to spruce those up a bit with the crap load of craft stuff that keeps accumulating in the spare room. 

The nice thing is, I will get more use out of these, especially the flip-flops.  I put them on when they arrived, and they are so frickin’ comfy, I want to start wearing them now, and may even find an excuse to wear them to a bridal shower.  I’m not even kidding a little.  How many of those crazy brides who buy $500 shoes can say that? I’m betting not many. 

Ok…so who out there is shoe crazy, or in my case, has a phobia of buying new shoes?

All you need is Music!

Music is a HUGE part of my life…ask anyone I know, or my whole family who sat through waaay too many concerts to begin to count. If it was musical, I was into it. I played piano for a while and still dabble with it if I see a ungaurded piano. I played the bassoon for a bit (not much success in that one). I have played with violins, but nothing special. Throughout high school and Junior college I was always in some type of chorus/jazz choir/music group. Once into college, I decided I wanted to play guitar, so I went online and bought the cheapest one I could to see if I could even coordinate myself on that one. It worked! I love playing guitar, but I am by no means good at it…I play basic rhythm guitar with simple chords…no Free Bird for this chick. I am a music geek…I love everything from classical, broadway, county, classic rock, oldies, musicals, Disney is one of my favorites, some very obscure stuff that just hits me sometimes. The only type I’m really not fond of is speed metal or the screaming stuff, but even that has made its way into my ear drums on occasion…usually when I really need to work off some frustration at the gym.

Up until now, I had no idea what we were going to do for music with our ceremony (shame on me).  I had kind of book-marked songs I liked as a possibility, but nothing had ever jumped out at me.  But, one song has always jumped out at me, ever since I was a little kid.  Now I know it’s way over done as shown in this hilarious video.  Seriously, if you need a laugh, watch this!

(you may commence rolling on the floor laughing…) I still love this song, and even more when I found this version of it. It took awhile, but I think I have found the song I will walk down the aisle to. Of course, I want to ask my Dad’s opinion, since he’s a big part of that walk too. Here’s a sample of the version I love.

Now I know there are plenty of other songs out there that were a possibility. I know I will use this song somewhere, but I’m not sure yet. She’s my favorite!

I really can’t decide on the others. As with all of my wedding conundrums, I will ask Mr. Kuz and he will almost always have an opinion. The thing I’m really excited about it that we will have a live acoustic guitarist at our ceremony. A downside to knowing a butt-load of people is that our guest list is now up to 511. The up side of knowing a butt-load of people is that there’s an amazing talent pool to fish from. (haha…bad joke) We happen to know someone willing to play acoustic guitar at our ceremony, he’s an awesome player, and to put a big cherry on top, he said he would be honored to do this free (my favorite four-letter F word). He may have added that paying him in free beer and cocktails was an acceptable form of payment, but I thought that was a given.

We are meeting with him this weekend to go over some possibilities, and I know he will have some ideas to throw into the mix from his current playlist, and from there we can brainstorm! SOOO Excited for music, playing guitar, getting more to-do’s checked off, well basically for the whole damn thing! YAY!

Adventures in calligraphy

When I started thinking about the invitations, I had just thought some simple pieces of paper in an envelope with information on it will suffice…boy was I about to be hit in the head by a proverbial 2×4.  There can be simple invites, but there are also what is now known to me as invitation suites; a whole booklet of invitation information.

Image via Weddingbee
Anyway, our whole invitation process will have to wait until after our guests have received their own invitations. (I’d say at least another 4 months.)
This post relates to the fancy writing on those pretty papers.  Now, I know most people these days have fallen in love with embossing and letterpress, but those were not in our budget at all.  As I soon found out, neither is custom calligraphy.  So, as with so many out-of-budget projects before, I thought I could learn calligraphy.  A money-saving project and a new skill, all in one swing!
I bought a well-rated calligraphy set online and was pretty excited when it arrived.  Sadly, I didn’t touch that thing for 3 months.  After that, it was another 4 months before I really broke it out and started playing with it.  During that time, our guest list began to grow, so I knew there was no way I was going to make the whole invitation, but I thought I could at least address all the envelopes, plus the inner names.  From reading others’ experiences, I knew I was going to need some practice time.  I didn’t want to waste ink on just practicing, so I waited until I had a project that I needed to write, but wasn’t so important if I messed up.  Then I remembered I had to write on the back of all my tags on the jelly I made for our favors. If I messed up, no epic fail on this one.  I had about 300 tags to write, so I figured by the end of that, I should have things under control.
A little side note…I have terrible handwriting.  If I take my time and think about what I am writing, it’s legible, but usually not.  I remember frequently in high school, my papers were mistaken for a boy’s because of my awful penmanship.  I don’t even want to explain my signature.
So I broke out my little kit and went to town.  For anybody wanting to try their own calligraphy, here are my lessons learned:
1) Buy a good calligraphy set (if you know you will really use it).  The kit I bought was highly recommended, but it was a cheaper set.  I think it was just meant for someone who wanted to try it out, which was exactly what I was looking for, at first.  Afer a few hundred tags, by finger was getting rubbed raw from the plastic grip.  It did come with a very nice instruction book and 3 different tips.
2) Take your time…really!  If you think you can write as fast as you want or as fast as you usually write, you are in for really sloppy calligraphy.
one of my first attempts
3) It is really hard to write in a straight line.  I started laying a piece of paper with a dark line underneath the tag, so I would have something to follow.  This is what happened whan I didn’t follow a line.  This might be simple for people who can write legibly to start with.  (You have to remember my bad regular handwriting)
not in a straight line
Not in a straight line
4) Try out different styles, but then try to remember which ones they were, and stick to making each letter look the same.  I tried making something fancy, and I tried simple.
a bit fancier (still not straight)getting a little better
5)  Remember to lift and set (again, taking your time).  Calligraphy letter are all about different pieces, not one fluid motion.  I had to remember this is not a ball point pen that rolls.  This is a piece of straight metal…it doesn’t like to roll.
Once I remembered to take my time and have fun with it, I came out with some pretty cool looking writing.

 Alas, my last lesson:

6) Don’t bite off more than you chew.  I wanted to do a lot of writing.  After just 300 words, I wanted to quit!  I now realize why calligraphy is so expensive!  There was no way I was going to have the patience to address over 250 invitation!  My new goal is to at least have some fun and use calligraphy to write the names on the inner envelope. 
Anyone else start a project, then figure out sometimes things were better left to the professionals?

The Dudes’ Duds

Now that we have gotten the ladies dressed and myself, it was time to think about what the guys were going to wear down the aisle.

As Mr. Kuz and I started discussing the possibilities, I found that he had a whole idea worked out in his head already!  I really shouldn’t be surprised at this point, because of all the other things he has spouted out so far, but I guess I’ll never learn.  He did ask me a some point what the girls were wearing, so he did try to coordinate something!

Now as we were thinking things through, we had some similar ideas (like color), but then some not so similar thoughts (like what clothes should be worn). 

My idea was to go with a classic, but somewhat antique feel…kind of like the old west.  Keeping with our low-budget theme, I wanted the guys to wear black suits, with long sleeve ivory shirts and just full vests, no jackets.  I think this picture inspired me the most.

Image from

I love how relaxed the men look and the chick there in the black dress justified my decision on the ladies dresses.  It looks formal enough, but not like the men are being restrained.  Another reason for the vests?  My favorite celebrity man!

Blake Shelton! Image courtesy of here.

You know how couples agree that they each have that one celebrity, that if said celebrity came calling, all bets are off?  Yeah, that’s mine. (Mr. Kuz knows it too.)  Anyway, I love that look.  And since Mr. Kuz will be wearing his boots, why not look a little bit country?  Because, let’s face it, we are a more than a little bit country. 

I’ve always had something for the rolled-up sleeve look for some reason and I could almost see him wearing black jeans.  He wore his jeans to my college formal, with a western cut jacket and a white shirt. (sorry, I have no idea where we have pictures of that).  I thought he never looked better.  Mr. Kuz feels that our wedding needs to be a spit and polished look, so no jeans.  He also said nay to my vest idea. 

Mr. Kuz’s idea was for the guys to wear jackets over short sleeves and no vests.  He consented that if I really wanted vests, that they could be the backless type.  Ummm, no.   Every time I think of the usual vests used for weddings, this scene from The Proposal pops into my head. 

Screen shot from YouTube

 Plus, those vests always reminded me of bibs. (Am I crazy?)  So, we nixed the whole vest idea altogether. 

 I did have a problem with short sleeves, too.  He was dead set on that idea.  He began a whole search on every shirt site known to the world-wide web, even uniform company sites.  You know what he found?  Nothing, Zilch, Nada.  Apparently, in guy land, they don’t make an ivory, non-pocketed, short sleeve shirt.  Yay! (for me).  (And if anybody has a resource for these, please don’t share it with me so I can continue to claim ignorance.)  Also, we both loved the idea of gifting the guys custom cuff links to wear on that day, and cuff links are a no-go on short sleeves.

Our other conundrum were the ties.  He didn’t care what color the ties would be, so I stared to search for our primary color, copper.  They don’t make a lot of that one either.  Black ties it was!  Plus I scored them for $2.33 per tie on  Mr. Kuz wanted to go for the skinny tie look, and I was more than happy to comply at this point.  It was getting harder to dress the guys than the girls! 

I was finally settled.  Black pants with jackets, long sleeve ivory shirts, black ties.  Mr. Kuz told the guys they were free on the shoes, as long as they were black.  Now that I picture it, I think I might try to incorporate some color into their wardrobe…any ideas? 





THE dress. Part 3/3…The one where I said Yes to the Dress.

Mr. KUZ…GO AWAY.  THIS IS NOT FOR YOU TO READ.  If by chance you actually do read this.

To Everybody else, sorry it took so long, but vacation was nice!

So you all heard about my escapades in the dress hunt so far.  Well, after feeling that I wasn’t looking so hot, I postponed the dress shopping for a few months.  I still looked through my wedding porn almost weekly daily (haha…I have a stack of magazines in almost every room, including the bathroom).  I was hoping that my mom could make a trip up to see me and we could go shopping for a weekend.  There were a lot more possible places to shop here than back home.  But, I wasn’t thinking about shopping again until I heard the magic word…SALE!   I love a sale and I love a bit of competitiveness.  When Mestads down in Rochester announced they were having their 50% off the whole store sale, I thought it was worth checking out.  The sale was only for a few hours, but it held the promise of $10 bridesmaid dress, $3 shoes, and really cheap authentic designer dresses.

picture from a bridal show


I had never been to Rochester, so I thought I should do some recon and check things out.  I wanted to see the goods before the crazies get there…I had no idea what to expect.  I didn’t know if it would be a running of the brides NY thing.  So I made an appointment and ran down there by myself on a Saturday morning.  I could have asked any number of people to come along, but I wanted some alone time.  It’s when I think the best thinking and do my planning.  Getting things sorted out in my head first would help a lot. 

 Good thing I went down early…I got lost, even with my GPS.  (I love it when I get to an intersection where there is a no turn arrow and the GPS is telling you to make a U-turn).  After finding the place, and being 15 minutes late, I was met by a very understanding and smiling consultant named Jo.  When I walked into the place, I was braced for a mob…it was Saturday, in a pretty large city, and there was a sale coming up.  I was pleasantly shocked.  Now THIS is what I had in mind when going wedding dress shopping.  It was a quiet, beautiful place with rows and rows of dresses and helpful people everywhere.  There were no teenagers looking at prom dresses or people running into each other or sales reps yelling into a phone.  The dressing room was HUGMUNGOUS!  It had a platform on one side with a little step on it, several chairs and places to hang all your clothes and store your purse.  There were mirrors on every wall..helpful.  Out of the 2 bridal salons I had gone to so far, this was by far the best experience yet, and I hadn’t even seen any dresses!

Jo showed me around and explained how the dresses were organized (by size) and told me to pick out a few.  Another person was next to me and made trips to the dressing room with my picks.  I also told Jo what I was looking for (lace, sparkle, sophisticated, ivory, sweetheart neckline, flowy, lightweight).  I found a few that were ok.  Unfortunately, they are one of the salons that don’t allow pictures…I tried to sneak a few with my phone (BAD…I know.  I wanted to send them to my mom.), but nothing really turned out.   As it will turn out, I wouldn’t need to send them anyway.  Jo knew how to do her job better than me (DUH!).  She brought 2 dresses that were absolutely perfect.  The neat thing was they had a couple of things on my list, but they were never anything I would have picked out on my own.  I even looked at them on the rack and passed both up. 

The first of the two was light and sparkly.  It was a line made especially for Mestads.  It moved and felt great.  She then switched on the “special” lights.  I had never heard of or seen these before.  They are supposed to simulate the lighting in churches so you can see how the dress will look on the big day.  My draw dropped.  Now I really wanted it.  Jo had me walk around the store and then next to the big windows so I could see how it looked in the natural light.  Yup, still wanted it.  Jo suggested I try on one more and then I could go back and try this one on again.

The last one was IT!  It actually took me a bit of convincing, but now that I look at it and think about how I wanted to feel on our wedding day, it’s still perfect.  Here’s Ericka by Maggie Sottero!

It looks so classy, plus the color works wonders with my skin tone…white never fit me.  Maggie calls this pearl color.   It is heavy, but it feels great on, which is a great bonus! 
Since I was there to primarily look for deals for our trip during the week, I asked Jo what could be done to save this for me.  She said there was no way to hold it for the sale, but if I called her at the same time the doors open, she can grab it for me then and hold it.  A few days later, 4 of my 5 bridesmaids plus my future Mother in Law all made the trip with me…I felt so lucky and grateful to them for taking time off work and coming along!  I made our game plan while standing in a not too long line while getting bombarded by local wedding vendors and having music blasted in my ear from a way too loud DJ they had there for the event.  I think the vendors finally got the hint to leave us alone after a few of my ladies told them to get away.  Funny…some of my ladies were much more dressed up than my and the vendors kept thinking they were the ones getting married…not too observant of the rings on their hands I guess.  I told the girls what sizes we were looking for and to grab anything that might look promising for our range of size (2-18).  You can bet that right at 3 I had Jo’s number on my phone and prepared to hit the send button.  I did multiple times and finally got through and asked for Jo.  She immediately remembered me and the dress.  Since they were only letting a few people into the store at once, we had to wait about a half hour, but I knew Jo had my dress.  We even had time to look through the outside racks for dresses before making my way to the desk for Ericka’s pick-up.  They allowed us the use of a dressing room, but for only 20 minutes.  We fit all 6 of us in there (I told you they were big dressing rooms) and everyone tried on their dresses.  We only manages to get one bridesmaid dress (for $10.  Ten freaking dollars!), but we got my dress too, so I call it a productive trip!  We had a few cocktails afterwards as a reward (we found the closest bar there was…some of us had to use the bathroom, and the rest just wanted a drink…none of us are the huge crowd type.  We also treated ourselves to Mexican later. 
I’m so excited!  I do have to have some alterations done, but since it is a corset back, my only huge obstacle is my height (or lack thereof).  Next adventure of the dress will be alterations!
Anyone else find their dress in a unexpexcted way?

THE Dress Part 2/3


My next dress shopping experience is where all brides go at some point in the quest for a dress; David’s Bridal.  I knew I would try this eventually just because I knew they would have things in my size, plus there was one only 40 minutes from my house. 

 I met MOH ‘Lil T there and immediately walk into a circus.  We went there on a Sunday, thinking it would be less busy than a Saturday…WRONG!  I also made the mistake of forgetting it was prom season coming up.  It never entered my cranium that girls would go there for prom dresses.  When I hear “bridal”, I think wedding dress.  Anywho, there were about 6 girls trying on dresses with their moms.  I think there were only 6 dressing rooms, but I had an appointment, so I guess one was reserved for me.  I met my consultant, who was very nice.  I had gone online and picked some dresses out that I wanted to try on.  She immediately informed me that about half of those weren’t at this store.  FAIL!  Oh well, it was just shopping around anyway.

I picked out a couple of dresses to replace the ones they didn’t have in stock.  The consultant asked me to describe my wedding, and I told her it was more antique and rustic with a little bit of glam.  I told her I wanted lace, not a lot of poof, a sweetheart neckline and light fabric.  She ran with it and came back with a few which she proceeded to stuff into the tiny dressing room.  Since I had ‘Lil T with, she left me in the room with neither one of us having no clue how to get into these dresses.  Plus, the night before I had smashed my finger in a door, so I didn’t really have the use of my right hand.    After a few trial and errors of turning and loosing ourselves in taffeta, we got it figured out.  I came out in the first dress and wasn’t really that impressed.  Not really with the dress, but with me in the dress.

  I was beautiful, but the halter itched and it showed way too much of the chest nuts.  I loved the bottom of it.  I moved around in the dress because I really wanted to love it.  It was exactly what I had in mind, but I knew better than to lie to myself and try to make something work.  As I was moving around, the manager came over with my consultant and introduced herself.  Not sure why…trying the old schmooze ’em routine I guess.

Anyway I stuffed myself and my sister back into the dressing room and went for the next try.  It was after this that my consultant seemed to disappear for about 20 minutes at a time.  I loved that she wasn’t hovering, but there were dresses I had questions about and it was kind of aggravating not being able to get answers to those questions.  (There needs to be a happy medium here of not annoying, but available.)  Here are a few more of the rejects.

All of these I found one thing wrong or another…too poofy, not enough lace, looks like a prom dress, makes me look like I have holster hips…you know the usual nit-pickyness I have and my crazy head demanding perfection.   I was looking for something a little more sophisticated.  I will be 28 by the time we are married and I can’t see myself wearing a poofy wedding gown that makes me look like I am playing dress up.  Then the consultant (who magically reappeared) brought me a more fitted one.

This one I loved to the point I wasn’t taking it off.  For at least a half hour, I walked around David’s Bridal telling myself I need to really love it and make sure I’m comfortable.  I loved how the bottom moved and the sparkles and the lightweight and the neckline and the train and the belt and I could go on forever!  But (and this is a BIG but), it was slightly out of my budget.  The consultant came over and slapped the obligatory veil on my head…I don’t know, to make me love it more and pull out the plastic?  There was a sale going on (DB always has a sale going on), but I wanted other opinions.  Mainly, my mom’s.  So I got out of the dress while T sent some pics to my mom of this dress plus one of the others I had only liked.  Several hours later mom called me and asked “Which one do you like…I hope it’s not the more fitted one?”  My stomach just dropped.  Now I don’t have a thin body…I am curvy, but I never thought I was way over average.  Because of the fact that they had this dress in my size to try on was helpful and I thought I looked pretty good it in.  I knew I would lose weight by the wedding, but it was just more toning up that I wanted to do.  Mom didn’t think I could wear this style.  Nothing against Mom’s opinion, but her fashion and mine are not near the same.  We aren’t even in the same time zone.  Mom is much more old-fashioned and conservative while I like to mix in some trendy and have things a little more fitted. 

So, I said no to this dress.  I still had a looong time until my wedding and plenty of time to shop around.  This was only the 8th dress I’d tried on.  Maybe there was something else out there…stay tuned! 








THE Dress! Part 1/3

Disclaimer-I have had my dress for over 6 months now…sorry it took me so long to write about it!

I’ll admit that I was kind of excited for dress shopping.  I rarely get to dress up.  Maybe once a year I wear a dress.  Twice a year possibly a skirt.  I have no reason to dress up.  I do love my jeans and t-shirt/sweatshirt “uniform” I get to wear daily to the very relaxed office. 

I started dress shopping about 2 months after being engaged.  Since we were having a 21 month engagement, it seemed early, but I wanted to get a jump on as many things as I could.   I was on a trip back home (my parents live 5 hours away) and since we had a few spare hours, I suggested to my mom that we try on dresses in the only bridal shop in town.  Fond du Lac isn’t that small of town, but it might need to catch up with the times.  I did not expect to find anything anyways.  This was (to me) an experience for my mom.  I am her first-born and she is pretty damn excited about the wedding.  Mom also wanted to look for her dress and my sister was along, too, so we could start thinking about bridesmaid dresses. 

I made an appointment and we went into Edith’s of Fond du Lac.  Now I am pretty sure my mom bought her wedding dress there.  They have been in business forever in an old building.  Imagine my surprise when I found out after going on their website they have a lot of high-end designers!

Edith's of Fond du Lac, WI
Edith's of Fond Du Lac

 They led me upstairs and told me to start picking out a few dresses to try on.  I also handed them a list from their website I wanted to try on, but they didn’t have a few of them in stock.  I kind of knew what I wanted in a dress, but I soon learned that I cannot wear any of the silhouettes I loved.  Iwas looking at non-poofy v-neck with lace.  I also wanted some type of strap.

The consultant was awesome.  Nothing was ever forced on me and I was never told I couldn’t wear anything.  I think she figured out it was my first time trying on dresses and was endlessly patient with me.  I did find a couples dream dresses that I kept in mind, but I had to toss those out the window after I made my budget.  I think after we got it narrowed down to 3, she happily put me in each one two more times!  I never saw an eye roll or heard an exasperated sigh. 

But, honestly, I can’t remember which dresses I tried on.  Plus they didn’t allow pictures and all the tags were torn out.  All I remember was I hated how I looked in almost all of them.  This store really didn’t have many dresses for a street size 14 to try on.  I can see having a few size 8’s and seeing how it might look, but almost all of the dresses I wanted to try on were in the model size 2 range.  I don’t care how much vaseline and pig grease you have, there was no way I could have fit into those dresses.   First dressing fitting, FAIL!

I did learn a few lessons on this trip though:

1) Bridal shops do not make you feel pretty when you can’t fit into anything.

2)Designer dresses are EXPENSIVE!  (But, I will learn, worth it.)   Most websites only give you a price range.  Note:  The dress is usually higher up in that given range.

There are no pictures of me in any of these dresses and I have filed this experience way in the back of my mind.

Somethings really old

If you haven’t figured out by now, I am a nut for antique.  Not just “antiques”.  (My new favorite saying in my head is antique freak…sounds funny.)  History was my favorite subject in school.  I love sitting around listening to old stories of friends and family that can date back to waaay before I was born.  I love these stories and I also respect them.  I still believe in most of the old ways a child was raised, but that is a subject for a whole ‘nother time, place and blog.  I love gadgets that were made a hundred years ago, but are still useful today.   Good thing Mr. Kuz loves the same things.  For one, he never complains when I bring home some random antique.  Two, his favorite subject was also history and he can and does recite hundreds of random facts.  Three, he doesn’t mind looking at/trying to rebuild/even shopping/ for antiques.  His interest leans more towards farm machinery.

I wanted to pay respect to that history that made us.  Not just our short history, but all that can be found that led up to us. This is my picture project.

For the last 2 months, (mostly over Christmas because that when we got to see everybody)  I have been collecting family pictures of the parent, grandparents, great-grandparents…etc.  I want to make  sort of family tree out of them. 

Getting the pictures were easy.  I was surprised at both mine and Mr. Kuz’s family were so well-organized.  The photo albums came out, the pictures were already labeled.  After a quick trip to Wal-Mart, I had my own copies.  I did forget to label a few before I gave back the originals…oops. 

Getting pictures=Easy.  Organizing them…not so much.  There are multiple divorces, deaths and remarriage, and holes to fill.  For instance, on my mother’s side a couple of generations back, two brothers married two sisters…double cousins=Confusing as all hell!  Those would be my great-great grandparents.   On my dad’s side the father Herald married a Dorothy, their son Herald married a Dorothy!  Fun! 

But this is the type of thing I do love figuring out.  It won’t be long and one generation will not care about such things and the whole history might be lost forever.  Pictures have always held a fascination for me.  You should see our house; there are random black and white pictures everywhere.  I still have 10 photo albums and I do still fill them up.  I learned my lesson the hard way a few years ago when my computer crashed and I lost a lot of great photos.  Hard lesson to learn the hard way.   Lesson learned -back up your shit!

Now I just have a few more to collect and then I get the task of somehow arranging them on …something?  I have no idea.  Any ideas from the peanut gallery?

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