A Slight Detour

Back when I started this blog, I had every intention of writing several more posts about our Harry Potter wedding and all the things I made for it. But then, as is wont to happen, I got distracted. Usually, this isn’t a good thing, but in this case, the thing that distracted me was writing a book.

I have a truly weird relationship with writing. On the one hand, I do it pretty compulsively. Writing is integral to Brittany-ness. But much like my only-child play was centered around what was going on in my own little head, writing isn’t really what I do for anybody else. Yes, I write a blog, and yes, I’m a frequent poster on Facebook, but I write as much or more for myself than anyone else. I certainly don’t do it for attention, or for dreams of worldwide fame. I don’t much enjoy being the center of attention, actually. And while I do like the idea of being published, it’s more in an I-want-my-books-available-if-anyone-is-interested kind of way. This half-assed attitude probably isn’t the way to get a Man Booker prize, but whatever…

The thing is, I realize that it’s a half-assed attitude, and that if I stopped pulling an Emily Dickinson, I might actually reach more people who would get enjoyment out of my writing. The part of me that is a reader says that the more reading options there are in the world, the better. To get over myself, and put myself out there. So I do, or more honestly, have started to. But I grumble the whole time, because it just feels so weird to say “Look at me! Pay attention to me! I’ve got something important to say!” Just writing the words here makes me feel all cringey.

But anyway, I got sidetracked this winter because I wrote a book. A weird book, too, if I do say so myself. Deliciously weird. How often does someone open their diary to you and say “Have at. Go nuts.” It’s pretty no holds barred, and for the voyeurs among us, a really good time. It’s called Courtesan (you can find it here at Amazon ). It’s a diary told through poetry that’s raw and blunt and basically me trying to make sense of my life after my 13 year marriage imploded and I had to start over again. It’s also the story about falling in love again, despite my best efforts not to.

I wrote all about it here at Studio Mothers.

And while that is happening, I’m also still chugging along on the novel I began in 2008 when John was an infant. John just turned 11. And I’m all kinds of annoyed about that. Where has the time gone? How have I gotten so old? Working on a novel for 11 years? Maybe I should just cut my Sisiphusian losses, and taking up knitting? (Oh wait… I did that.)

This is also not the way to get a Booker Man prize… I want to be done before the end of the summer but it’s going to be a challenge. I keep telling myself that I’m closer to being finished right now than I’ve ever been before.

I’ll keep you posted.

Harry Potter Wedding – The Scarves

Nothing is as quintessentially Harry Potter-ful as the iconic house scarf. I wasn’t very deep into wedding planning when I decided that scarves needed to happen.

Jeremy’s Mom and Stepdad rocking their scarves

It started when I was thinking about the wedding pictures. I wanted pictures of all of us in our scarves. Originally, all of us meant me and Jeremy. And then the definition expanded to include the boys. But just like the guest list went from the two of us, to the four of us, to the four of us and our parents, to the four of us and our parents and families, to the four of us, our parents, families, and our friends, the scarf plan got a lot bigger, too. I started fantasizing about a group photo, where everybody had a scarf.

And not just a scarf… I could’ve gone the direct-from-China route, and bought thin nylon Harry Potter scarves for cheap, or dug out the ol’ sewing machine and whipped together a few lackluster squares of fleece, but if my primary motto is Why buy it when I can make it, my secondary motto is if I’m going to go to the trouble of making something for you, it’s going to be something worth keeping. It’s go big or go home in Brittanyland.

The thing is, my scarf fantasies involved homemade scarves, reminiscent of something Molly Weasley might’ve made. Hand knit beauties that would be fun, and warm, and actually practical. And I was going to make every single solitary one of them. Great idea! Wonderful! Awesome! The best wedding favor EVER!

Except for one teeny, tiny, insignificant detail…

I didn’t have the slightest idea how to knit. Or crochet. And if you know me, you know that numbers and I do not have even the remotest working relationship. There’s a very good possibility that I have dyscalculia (numerical dyslexia), so counting stitches and remembering where I was in a numerically lined pattern was unlikely to go well.

But I was determined. And as Ginny Weasley once said, “You sort of start thinking anything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve” (and youtube tutorials.)

Some people would say I love creating work for myself. I say that at my best I’m a planner, but at my worst, I’m a psychotic, micro-managing demon spawned stress basket, and during the lead-up to my wedding, it was probably a good idea to keep myself good and occupied. So I made a goal for myself.

  1. I would teach myself to knit a scarf – on a round loom – less room for error that way.
  2. And I would knit 4 scarves. One for me, Jeremy, and the boys.
  3. If that went well, I would knit more.
  4. But I wasn’t making any promises.

I tried out a couple of YouTube tutorials, and wasn’t successful. My scarf-knitting attempts were dismal, I couldn’t understand the instructions, and I was growing frustrated enough to start looking for fleece scarf patterns.

My best friend’s family

But one day I happened upon the Loomahat channel and this tutorial: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdxFdqy6u1s

I do not know who this woman is, but she is an angel sent from loom knit heaven. Under her tutelage, I successfully knit one scarf…two scarves… ten scarves… and finally 30 scarves. I was knitting at all hours. Up at 4:40am, knitting. Up at 11:30pm, knitting. Knitting in the car. Knitting on the train. If I wasn’t at work, I was knitting. What I wasn’t doing was stressing about the wedding. I didn’t have time.

This glorious YouTube knitting genius taught me how to switch colors, bind off a nice edge, and even add fringe to the ends. They turned out exactly the way I’d envisioned.

They are pretty spiffy, right?

But have you read If You Give a Mouse a Cookie? Things have a way of starting off simple, and then morphing into something bigger and crazier. And so it went with the scarves.

The first thought I had was pretty logical. If I’m giving people scarves, I need something to put them in. I could have put them in a clear plastic bin and called it a day, but where’s the fun in that? I got it into my head that I needed an antique trunk, because let’s be real here, no self-respecting Hogwarts student was going to pack their scarves in anything else.

The hunt was on. I found said trunk at the massive yearly yard sale in Warrensburg, NY. It was hideous when I got it, painted a monotone brown, and really looked very much the worse for wear. But we snagged it for about $25, and at that price, I was willing to work with it. Over the course of a weekend I gave it a magical paint job, but the inside was still a disaster–peeling contact paper from many decades ago plus some water staining. I had been hanging onto an old, rotting crazy quilt, that was visually beautiful but literally disintegrating and didn’t know what to do with it. I revisited it, and discovered it didn’t look unlike Harry’s invisibility cloak, so my next project was lining the trunk with the quilt. Problem solved.

The scarves in the magical $25 trunk.

But then, I got to thinking that passing out house scarves to our friends (who knew Harry Potter, knew their houses, and cared very deeply about their scarf’s color) and our family (who didn’t know, didn’t care, and had no idea how important being ___insert your house of choice here___ meant to some people) might end in bloodshed if I didn’t intervene.

So I made name tags. Specifically, I ordered 3 dozen antique-look owl pins off ebay, and then I made envelopes for them to carry from sticky notes. But that looked really boring, so I drew an air mail border around them, because they are carried (in the air) by owls. And for my final embellishment, I dug out my dymo that hadn’t seen the light of day in about six years, and made labels with everyone’s names that looked like post office stickers.

And then I rolled the scarves up, added a wedding program, tied them with ribbon, and attached the little name tag.

I was quite satisfied with how they turned out, until my friend (and photographer extraordinaire) Kira said to me one day, “You know what would be cool to do? Give everyone a wand, so we can do a wand bridge as you enter or exit the church.”

So I made wands. (I’ll add that blog shortly)

And this was the finished product that greeted all our guests when they entered the church.

Wands, Owls, and Scarves. What is more quintessentially Harry Potter?

Just as an aside, because I’m sure someone out there wants some numbers, I made 30 scarves in total. I got all the yarn at Walmart for $2.97 a skein, and it took two skeins to make each scarf. The owl pins were less than $1/ea. The wands are made from thin dowel rods, hot glue, and paint. Not a bad favor considering they cost less than $10 each.

Oh, and I got my picture!

Rory – A Parvo Story

On June 3rd of last year, Jeremy and I drove up into the Adirondacks in search of a puppy. We’d been together 11 months at that point, and *my* dog Archie had decided, pretty much from the moment that he met Jeremy, that Jeremy was his human and I was chopped liver. It seemed like a good idea to get another dog to even things out a bit.

Seriously, do you see how pleased he looks?

We went to a place that I won’t advertise here, that is known for bringing litters of puppies up to NY from kill shelters in southern states. Sounds great in theory. I wasn’t set on any particular type of dog. I felt very strongly that when we met the right dog, we would just know.

As fate would have it, two puppies were available. One, was, in retrospect, probably already sick, and one was our puppy. I locked eyes on this soulful golden puppy, and knew he was mine. Pictures simply did not and do not do him justice. His coat looked like it had been spun by Ruplestiltskin, and his eyes were that same sparkling pale gold. To me, he looked like a golden Weimaraner. His brother ignored us, and dropped off into a corner to sleep, but this puppy stood on his hind legs, tail wagging furiously, as if to say, “What took you so long to come get me.”

The Golden Puppy

I have had dogs my entire life, and know a good dog when I see one. This puppy had he calmest, most grounded, most generally lovely dog energy I’d ever seen. No puppy frenetic energy. No mouthiness. No distractibility. It was weird. I had the strongest impression that we needed him. And that full grown, he was going to be the sort of dog that people reverentially refer to as good.

So without even thinking about it, we adopted him, and brought him home. On the drive home, Jeremy and I tried to name him. I felt like such an usually beautiful dog needed an unusual name, something like Calyx, or Zephyr. But they weren’t quite right. We started brainstorming characters we liked from books and movies and tv shows, and when we got to Rory, the character from Doctor Who, we knew we’d found the name.

For those who aren’t familiar with Dr. Who’s Rory, he is what you would call salt of the Earth. He’s unfailingly loyal and loving and dependable. And it is that loyalty and love and dependability that allows him to cheat death over and over and over. I realized that this wonderful doggie energy was Rory to a T.

So we had a puppy and we had a name.

Rory

One of the shittiest things about divorce is not seeing my boys 100% of the time. The day we got Rory happened to be my son’s 10th birthday, and he and Sam were with their father for the weekend. So we had to wait until Monday to introduce them.

Rory and John

Rory and John hit it off right away. So much for *any* dog being my dog in this house… *sigh*

So Monday June 5th was full of new puppy excitement and bonding.

Then June 6th, Rory threw up. What follows are my facebook status updates.

Tuesday June 6th: Poor Rory ate something that didn’t agree with him and was sick vomiting and shaking with a gurgly tummy, and wasn’t eating or drinking. Of course I freaked, but I called the vet and they said it was probably something he ate and to give it overnight to see if he started feeling better…

...which I heard as “let the puppy sleep in your bed so he won’t be sad and scared and will get better faster…”

It must’ve worked because he slept through the night and had some canned chicken and broth this morning!

Wednesday he wasn’t throwing up or sick to his stomach, but he was listless, and didn’t engage with me at all when I came home at lunch. His eyes looked glassy and he wasn’t making eye contact. I called the vet and made an appointment for him for after work. Something just seemed wrong. I had had puppies before, and something in my gut told me that he wasn’t doing well. With what, I had no idea. But I was a nervous wreck all day until I could get home and get him into the vet’s office.

We took him to the vet, who the minute she heard where he came from, ordered a Parvo test. It came back positive.

When I was three or four my aunt and uncle got a German Shepherd puppy who had Parvo. I remember my mom taking my to visit her in the vet hospital because we thought she was going to die. I remember we let her lick ice cubes, and she looked like complete and utter hell. Miraculously, she survived and lived a long, happy life. But the memory stuck with me. I knew Rory was seriously ill, and I knew this was going to be one seriously expensive vet bill. But I was also a little in denial that he was gravely ill, because he wasn’t vomiting and didn’t have diarrhea, so I assumed it was a mild case. You know what they say about assumptions…

Tuesday June 6th: Poor Rory is at the vet hospital 

😦 Turns out he has PARVO. Please send your prayers, healing mojo, good thoughts, etc that he recovers quickly.

Wednesday June 7th: No word from the vet. But imagine the absolute heartbreak of explaining to your kids who come over expecting a happy puppy day, that their puppy is gravely ill and may not be coming home.

Thursday June 8th: Update from the vet: Rory has bloody diarrhea and the goal today is to get some food in his stomach whether voluntarily or through a feeding tube. 

Then later in the day…

Latest vet update: Rory is responding to treatment. Diarrhea almost over. They’re putting in a feeding tube because the sooner his gut gets nourishment the faster it’ll heal. She sounded much more optimistic about his prognosis and said he absolutely is holding his own and has not lost ground.

In dealing with the rescue organization, I would say that while I really respect and admire what they’re trying to do, DO NOT expect to get a healthy puppy there. They are aware of Rory’s parvo and are trying to deflect responsibility for his infection on something we did… claiming his adopted brothers are all fine, meanwhile keeping their shelter open and continuing to adopt out puppies that were parvo exposed to unsuspecting families. Read up on the steps necessary to remove parvo virus from your house and yard. It lives in soil for years! ( I actually sprayed down my backyard with a water/bleach mixture and was told by the vet that even doing that, it wasn’t safe to have an unvaccinated puppy there for at least a year!)

Plus, they have asked us repeatedly to pull Rory out of the vet HOSPITAL and be seen by their vet (who incidentally lives in Bennington Vermont and only comes to them intermittently AND handles all their incoming puppies). Um… no. A thousand million times no.

Thursday June 9th: Ugh… talked to the vet this am. The bad news is that Rory’s white blood count is at 1040 and anything below 1000 is associated with unfavorable outcomes. He’s also still vomiting with diarrhea, but the vet said that’s not unexpected.

The good news is that Rory is alert and responsive, which is associated with good outcomes. He’s been put on a different antibiotic. He’s keeping the food being tube fed to him down. And the vet is optimistic that based on all of that today might be as low as his white blood count gets and it should begin to go up tomorrow.

So we wait… and bleach the house…

Friday June 10th: Poor Rory. He’s stable, quiet but alert and making some small improvement – no diarrhea but is still spitting up and drooling- his white blood cell count is at 600. The outcome below 1000 isn’t wonderful, so he’s going to have a plasma transplant today. The vet is hopeful that it will really help him. God I hope so. I feel sick. Our poor puppy. 

Later that day: Rory made it through the transfusion without any adverse reactions. Anecdotally they say they have seen huge improvements in lots of dogs after plasma, so hopefully in the next 12-24 hours he’ll turn a corner. Seems like the stomach issues are minimal now, so I’m hopeful that he won’t have to fight so hard to fight the virus and can use his limited resources to start healing.

Saturday June 11th: Finally a good Rory update! The plasma transfusion worked and the vet is very pleased with his numbers. Still some tummy issues but they’re going to start syringe feeding tomorrow.

The vet says everyone at the office thinks he’s awesome and he’s getting lots of love from everyone. His long-term prognosis is much more positive but still no talk of when he can come home.

*does happy dance anyway*

Sunday June 12th: The update on Rory today: his white blood cell count continues to go up (thank God!) But he was still vomiting and is still weak. They think maybe the gastric tube could be causing the vomiting, so they’re going to switch it out for syringe feeding and see how it goes. He can come home when he’s able to eat again.

Later that day: Latest Rory update: the first syringe food they tried he couldn’t keep down, but he IS keeping pedialyte down!!!! Making progress!

Monday June 13th: Today’s Rory update: the word from the vet’s office is that Rory kept all the pedialyte down last night!!! He was much brighter today, able to lift his head, took it eagerly, even wagged his tail. They’re really pleased and happy with his progress and going to try solids tomorrow.

As awesome as this it, you can’t know how much it pisses me off that through pure human greed/stupidity/cruelty my puppy is/was SO sick that drinking pedialyte and lifting his head up are considered good news and signs of encouragement. 

Later that day: Afternoon Rory update: the vet says he’s not out the woods yet but seems to have turned a corner. He’s tolerating the pedialyte and is sitting up now and looking happy to see people when they visit. He’s making incremental improvement, but she said coming home even by Saturday is optimistic. This was a SEVERE parvo infection and he’s still got a long way to go. We’ve racked up a $1600 vet bill so far.

Apparently the rescue group keeps calling to check on him but since we didn’t authorize them to talk to the vet they haven’t been told anything. And in an uncharacteristic gesture the vet had *never* seen before, they credited our adoption fee to his medical bill. (This does not make me like them any more, but it’s something and I was expecting nothing.)

Tuesday June 14th: Guess who ate solid food today, no longer has an iv, and will probably come home tomorrow?????

Wednesday June 15th Rory came home

Sick puppy

He was home, but honestly, I’ve never been so frightened that something might drop dead at any moment on me than I was when I saw him. We brought him home in a cat crate and there was just no life in him. The vets were all like, “He’s doing great!” And I was thinking, “OH my god… if this is great, how bad was it when you said it was bad?”

Emaciated is an understatement. As was our bank account, hit with a whopping $2100 vet bill (which I suspect was heavily discounted because 8 days in veterinary icu is not cheap). Rory was too weak to stand, nearly too weak to lift his head, and had no energy at all. I stuck him in a dog bed, wrapped him in a blanket, and carried him room to room wherever I was. I also slept with him in the bed right beside me, because I felt like at this point he needed to know what he’d been fighting for. I promised him, he was going to grow up and live his best doggie life when he got well.

I learned that this particular rescue group is a notorious parvo factory. According to someone in the media I spoke to, Rory was the 11th (!!!!!!!) case of parvo he’d heard about coming from that organization THAT SPRING! My vet said they have begged and pleaded with this group to take steps to do parvo abatement (because it lives in the soil beneath the runs where they continually put new litters of puppies, and it can be transmitted through a puppy’s nose who sniffs the infected soil. What puppy doesn’t sniff everything?) and this group won’t do it because it would be too costly. So they are saving puppies from a kill shelter’s gas chambers to suffer from (and unfortunately, die) from the dog equivalent of Ebola… I’m still enraged just thinking about it.

June 16th: Well, I think crate training isn’t going to be happening any time soon… After 8 days in a cage in a vet’s office, Rory has no interest in ever going back in any kind of metal box. He’ll sleep in a dog bed on the couch with a duvet over him, thank you very much.

I have been up with him every few hours all night. He’s overhydrated from the iv and peeing a lot, and I’m feeding him a couple teaspoons of baby food meat (mixed with a little plain yogurt) every couple of hours.

When he first came home he seemed so out of it and I don’t think he had a clue who we were. He just looked lost.

At some point last night I think the lights flickered back on, he remembered us, and the layout of the house, and his favorite spots. Now he is using his energy to explore and play a little and seems a little steadier on his feet now.

June 17th: Rory had a rough night. He had a couple of exorcist-like bouts of vomiting and is much weaker than he was before the vomiting, although he is willing to eat and drink water (which he wouldn’t do yesterday). Yesterday I’d been feeding him roasted chicken and hamburger (per the doctor) but I’ve gone back to baby food since his stomach is still raw. He’s very hungry with no energy and is struggling to stand this morning. It’s really hard to not feed him all he’ll eat or just stop at a few tablespoons and spread them out throughout the day.

He whined all night at me (hound dog speak for I dont feel good, mom) and seemed to feel better if I was touching him. So I kept a hand on him all night.

My poor baby has a long road to recovery ahead of him and this just sucks.

But after this last horrible day, he finally turned a corner. Soon he was back to his old self.

June 19th Rory is ruined. He gets rotisserie chicken, ground beef, and steak (doctors orders) and now when we try to feed him dog food he looks at us like “are you kidding me right now”.

Round the clock care and crate trauma means he thinks he *has* to sleep with us.

That he has to be carried around the house.

We went to petco to get him some canned dog food and I found a cute teething toy for him. Conversation with Jeremy:

Me: “Is $9.99 a ridiculous amount to pay for a dog toy?”

Jeremy: “Everything about that dog is ridiculous. So why not?”

Rory today
He and John are always together
My beautiful golden dog

This is Rory today. A year old, a year stronger, and a good dog living his best life.

A Harry Potter Wedding – The Bouquet

I have a confession to make. Even before I met Jeremy, I probably had about a dozen secret Pinterest wedding boards.

Remember when I said I like to plan? Well, whenever I was feeling stressed out or needed an escape, I’d log in to Pinterest and plan a wedding. I have boards for the sunny, yellow-themed beach wedding, the Adirondack lake wedding, the treehouse wedding, every __insert your favorite book here__ wedding, medieval weddings, fairy weddings, Shakespeare weddings, and of course several Harry Potter weddings (the I-just-won-the-lottery Harry Potter wedding, the Harry Potter winter wedding, the Harry Potter Christmas wedding, the Harry Potter in England wedding, the Harry Potter in a treehouse wedding…). I’m sure you get the idea.

One photo I pinned over and over and over was a wedding bouquet made of roses, made from the pages of a book. When it was time to plan this wedding, before I knew anything beyond location and time, I knew I wanted a book page bouquet.

Again, I had never folded a paper flower in my life, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

I watched approximately 900 YouTube tutorials on the subject, and decided that with my mathematical/spatial issues, advanced origami style flowers were out. I may be optimistic, but I know my limits. I needed simple, and I needed no folding. Wrapped roses fit the bill.

I got online and ordered 2.5 inch boutonniere pins, ribbon, a styrofoam ball, and a thick dowel rod. As the wedding theme took shape, I found myself gravitating to anything owl-related so on a whim I started looking up feathers that I could possibly incorporate in the bouquet and boutonnieres. I found these crazy, curly Nagori goose feathers, and bought them without having a clue what I’d do with them.

The not having a clue thing was the overarching theme of this project. I had a general idea of the mechanics of paper rose bouquet making, but usually I work from some sort of vision I have for the finished project. I really had no plan for this bouquet. My plan was to wing it. As it happened, though, Jeremy and I were heading to NC to have Thanksgiving with my best friend, Nicole, and her family. I figured I could enlist her help and we could figure this out together.

The first step was to completely destroy a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. The irony here is she is a librarian and I have a MA in English. We are the last people who’d normally deface a book.

After that, we cut circles in the pages like this.

We had to experiment a bit with the size, because the diameter of the circle determined the size of the finished roses. We ended up making roses in two sizes, using smaller roses as filler between bigger roses.

Then we cut a wide spiral pattern in each circle. The wider the paper the less cursing you will do later when you start curling it.

The next step was the hardest. It’s really important to use a very thin metal guide. I started with a pencil and it didn’t roll well and the center wasn’t tight enough. Starting at the outside cut, roll the paper tightly until you reach the center of the circle. Don’t curl the last little bit. Allow the paper to unwind slightly and then put hot glue on the center part, and press the rose against it.

Wait for the glue to dry, then stick the boutonniere pin through the center and attach to the styrofoam ball. I didn’t need to glue the styrofoam at all because the pins were very long. Long boutonniere pins are key, so use the 2.5-3 in ones.

At this point I started playing around with the feathers. At first I wanted them to stick out from the bouquet all over in random spots. It was a terrible idea! The paper roses weren’t flexible enough to wrap around the feathers, and the feathers themselves were too long and dwarfed the roses. I wanted to incorporate them though, because the bouquet seemed a little lacking in wow factor.

Now that I knew what wasn’t going to work with the feathers, I started experimenting with putting them on the bouquet in various positions that would compliment their length and not make the bouquet look like a chia pet gone awry. And then this happened.

I thought to myself, this is so weird looking, it just might be awesome. So I went with it, tossing out any preconceived notions I had about how a bouquet was supposed to look. Normally bouquets are small and tight, or they cascade. This bouquet insisted on height. So tradition, be damned. I made it higher.

This was the finished product.

My crazy bouquet.

To be honest, when I first saw the finished product I alternated between two conflicting emotions. One was what the hell is this weird, non-traditional, crazy ass bouquet with a feather wall??? What have you been smoking, woman??? Which ran simultaneously with OMG! What did I just make? This is a FREAKING work of art! It’s the most amazing, fabulous, crazy ass bouquet I’ve ever seen!

The more I looked at it, though, the more I loved it. And the more I loved it, the more my mind churned with other bouquet ideas. My friends say I should make these for other brides, and I certainly wouldn’t be opposed. If you want to commission one, just message me. Or check out my etsy shop once I get that up and running later this spring. I might have one or two available, as inspiration strikes.

I also made Jeremy’s and the boys’ boutonnieres using paper roses, a single feather, and the leftover owl pins from the scarf favors.

I love how they turned out, too.

Paper roses, feathers, and owl pins.

I’ve made a lot of crafts in my day, but this one I’m probably most proud of.

A Harry Potter Wedding

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It’s funny how a simple exchange can change your whole world. Back in June 2017, a message popped up on a local Facebook group for singles I’d joined. It was a post like a hundred other posts. A guy named Jeremy, saying he’d recently moved to the area and was looking to meet people and make friends. Nothing very unusual about that.

I thought he was cute though, so like any good detective, I went and stalked his Facebook page. And there it was, the Hogwarts Crest. I’m a huge Harry Potter fan. How much will become obvious pretty soon. So that was an exciting find. I sent him a quick message. Harry Potter fan? And when he replied Yes! my heart skipped a beat. 

Fast forward to July 2018, when we decided, mutually, to get married like rational, not-our-first-rodeo 40 year olds. We revisited that very first interaction with each other and concluded that our wedding had to be Harry Potter themed.

There are three fundamental things you need to know about me:

  1. I love to plan. I love lists, and spreadsheets, and thinking about plans, and planning to make plans, and planning to plan to make plans. Some brides might want to weep and crawl under a rock at the mere thought of having to plan a wedding, but it’s truly the greatest joy of my life. If it wasn’t so darned expensive, I’d get married every year because the sheer amount of things to plan in a wedding is the culmination of my greatest planning fantasies. I relished the thought of getting started.
  2. There is nothing I like more than sinking my teeth into a good theme and just going with it. In a former life, I was a middle school teacher, with a dog-themed classroom. I kid you not, my classroom rules began Sit! Stay! Speak! Come! and were printed on bone-shaped posters. Themes require extra planning, so, as you might imagine, my mind was cartwheeling with ideas for the Harry Potter-est of weddings.
  3. I am the DIY queen. I love to work with my hands, love to work in a lot of mediums, and my personal motto is Why buy it, I can make it! I planned to have a lot of Harry Potter details, and I planned to do them myself. 

I just wasn’t sure what details I wanted to incorporate, or what my budget would allow.

So let me just start my saying, if money was no object, I would have flown my guests to England, gotten married in a Gothic castle, spent a small fortune on sumptuous food and costumes, hired character actors for color, an award-winning photographer, a Dumbledore impersonator to marry us, and would have had live owls for the ceremony and reception afterward.

However, I would also like to buy a bigger house at some point in my life, travel the world before I’m old, and live a comfortable retirement, so some of those ideas, ok, all of those ideas, were going to be well out of my budget.

So back to the drawing board.

There were a few things that I felt very strongly about.

  1. I wanted a winter wedding.
  2. I wanted it to be small and intimate.
  3. I wanted it to be fun. For me, Jeremy, my boys, and our guests.

When we started talking about locations, Niagara Falls kept coming to mind. We live almost 5 hours away. Jeremy’s family lives almost 5 hours away but in a different direction. It wasn’t the closest or most convenient location we could’ve picked, but it’s one of my favorite places to visit. There’s so much to do. And it’s visually breathtaking. Plus, people have been getting married and honeymooning there forever, so they have it down to a science. It’s like getting married in Vegas, without the glitter and the Elvis impersonators. Plus, it was someplace where everyone, no matter their age, could find something fun to do. And fun ticked one of my boxes. So Niagara Falls it was.

I searched online for a venue I liked, and picked the Bridal Chapel of Niagara Falls because it was indoors, beautifully decorated, and had a more traditional non-Vegasy feel about it. They provided the chapel, the officiant, and we purchased the photo and video package. They would have provided flowers and a cake if we’d wanted, but those were things I wanted a hand in.

Then we surprised everyone by sending out wedding invitations before anyone even knew we were engaged, because why not? This wedding was going to be fun, non-traditional, and full of unexpected surprises, so it was the perfect taste of what was to come!

Over the next few posts, I’ll take you through all the different aspects of the wedding. Hopefully it will help all you Harry Potter loving brides find inspiration for your own magical days!