Unpurple

So, even though I was so excited when I posted on Wednesday, the day wound up going downhill in the afternoon. There were a lot of factors, but they were not improved by me dropping a purple vase that Torsten gave me and watching it shatter on the floor. Nor were they improved by the fact that when the save-the-dates arrived, I discovered that they did not, in fact, meet my standards for purple.

I realize this is my own fault for not ordering a sample ahead of time, but it looked so pretty on the site. And it was called "amethyst." I have an amethyst ring that Torsten gave me, and it absolutely does meet my definition of purple. I fell prey to marketing and to the cruel inaccuracies of my LCD screen.

However, the STDs are still very nice--good quality paper, pretty font, nice design. And I am probably the only person other than my sister who will look at them and think, "That isn't purple." Torsten thinks it's purple. I think it's an eggplanty pink. Certainly not the gorgeous purple I was anticipating.

But once bitten, twice shy. The second I saw the color of the STDs, I went straight onto the website where we plan to order our actual invitations (not the same vendor) and ordered a sample. I will not make the same mistake twice. And I care a lot more about the invitations than I do about the STDs. Especially because the STDs have only a small amount of (what was supposed to be) purple, whereas the invitations are entirely purple. Oh, yes they are.

So, we'll look at this as a learning experience. And not a reason to get all upset. Oh, and for those people who asked to see the STD? Here is the sample. The real one has our full names and actual URL, but otherwise the wording is the same.

And the other reason why Wednesday went downhill? Well, it might have had something to do with almost getting killed during our volleyball game. We were in a gym that had these big sheet things hanging from the ceiling. It was the middle of our last game of the set, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement toward the ceiling. I glanced up to see one of the sheets billowing around, detached from one of the metal rods that had been holding it in place.

And then I saw the metal rod itself start to fall from the very high ceiling. It almost happened in slow motion, it was so surreal. It was surrounded by huge amounts of dust that had been trapped in the sheet--such big pieces that it looked like feathers. It almost seemed like the rod was floating as it made its way to the floor. Until it slammed onto the court, about five feet from where I was standing and even closer to one of my teammates, with a very loud crash.

It was a very heavy rod, about three feet long and over an inch in diameter, made out of very thick metal. Point being that if it had landed on one of us? It literally could have killed us. Which is not exactly the type of thrill I'm looking for when I play volleyball.

The rest of the week has not been much of an improvement, I have to say. It sleeted all last night and we woke up to ice and grossness everywhere--and yet work was not canceled, and I'm extremely grumpy about that. Almost nobody is in the office, though, and while the peace is nice, the dead silence is not exactly a motivating factor.

But what IS a motivating factor is that I'm leaving a bit early today for our drive down to North Carolina. And it's supposed to be 65 degrees and sunny there tomorrow. And also? Tomorrow? Is the big Dress Day. And I am still very excited about that. Don't worry, I packed my camera. There will be a full report on Monday, I'm sure. Until then, have a great weekend!