Chris is very patiently allotting slots on his Netflix queue to and sitting through (probably so he can clear UP his Netflix queue) episodes of Pushing Daisies with me, which, a little kitschy, a little silly, but possibly the coziest show of all time. I love it. I want to live in it. Well, mostly just in Olive Snook's floral wallpapered apartment and Chuck's floral vintage-style dresses. I don't know when I became such an English garden hound, but there is no recovery in sight.
Further to the preceding post, maybe we should have a reality show-type contest for the cake whereby you guys post pictures or links to pretty ones. I'm really hitting a wall. Two and a half months out and I have yet to order it! We don't have a huge budget, so it can't be large, and I don't think our baker does fondant, so it can't be elaborate. My mom had pearl dots on her cake, so I want something different. Maybe something either very very smooth or something very very textured. And while I do secretly adore pale pink cakes, I think I'll be the one pushing daisies if I try to talk Chris into it. Especially since he kindly didn't call off the wedding after Tables: To-Number-or-To-Otherwise-Designate Breakdown of 2009.