Eww…

OK, 703 photos later, I’m back. The first of the photos are up on flickr (mail me if you want the link). Please note these are only small teeny tiny not altogether fixed versions so you can see the best of the shots and think about whether or not you want to see bigger versions! I’m not uploading 703 by the way. We ended up around 100 as a nice representative sample to start on.

The actual full-sized official photos will take a while for me to process as they require some more exacting retouching (boring technical crap not even I want to hear about). We’re looking at a week or so til those are ready for prints.

In the meantime, enjoy the pics.

If you’re looking for my usual entertaining commentary on what went down… that will come after I have a good sleep. >.>

Day 1

Dear Diary

Yesterday I accused Matt of having a crisis of the faith. He doesn’t think baby Jebus wants to see him naked, but surely if baby Jebus loves us all the way we are, he’d be perfectly fine with seeing Matt naked? My logic, it is flawless.

In any case, today I had a crisis of the pants. Specifically, I couldn’t find anything clean that fit me except the ones I wore yesterday. So I had to do the boy thing and make sure I hadn’t a) sat in anything or b) spilled anything too heinous down the front, and then wore them again.

It might be time to explore stretchier options.

Day, iunno, 3

It is hard to type with wet nail polish on.

Burger King apparently does a cheeseburger & coffee combo for breakfast. Thank you baby Jebus, thank you. Now if you could just talk to them about making their donuts not suck, I’d be most grateful. Yours etc, Karen.

Carl’s wedding is tomorrow and I have come out with some itchy as hell shaving/heat rash thing on my legs so will be wearing boots. Oh well. If you’re lucky I may share photos. Not of my legs, obviously.

What, in the name of all that is holy?!

Welcome to the latest edition of ‘Karen gets bored so randomly changes something’.

Smashing Mag featured this design recently, and ilikitalot. Amusingly enough, it features the exact same curlywurly bits my current desktop wallpaper does! Excitement!

I couldn’t be bothered doing a new non-festive header, and I liked this one enough I thought I’d give it a run. It will need tweaking to be where I want it, but I think it’s pretty!

Say yay! Yay! If you still haven’t checked out Threadless, I highly recommend it. There are some… alternative works available, but some pretty sweet designs as well!

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Yeah, the week’s not over. However, I did go shopping twice for wedding and work gear. Here are my findings:

1. I have gone up a cup size. I will not disclose what it was before, or what it is now. Suffice to say, if mother got to an E with us adorable kids, I will be wearing something custom made and containing a lot of whalebones by the end of it all. I shall creak like the rigging of a large ship under heavy winds, and random children will use my overhang as shelter from the rain.

2. I have gone up a waist size. Already. I haven’t gone up clothes sizes since I was like… 17. I’m tempted to see how far I can push it, but one size is depressing enough. Theoretically I could just buy Oz-made clothes from here on out, cause they seem to fit a size bigger than the NZ ones. Cunning plan.

3. After trying on the work pants and jeans I was wearing 2 weeks ago, I am left with the following options:

i. My sloppy stretchy jeans with the frayed cuffs that I try not to wear in polite company.

ii. 2 pairs of work pants that do up while I am standing. I am trying to decide how much strain the buttons will endure when I sit. Loud pinging noises and buttons in the eyes may possibly irk the co-workers.

iii. 1 pair of work pants that have ties and so can be knotted closed even under great duress.

iv. The linen pants I just bought in an undisclosed larger size.

v. The cargo pants that started off far too loose in the waist and are now simply ‘loose’.

vi. Various PJ and trackpants.

I call it a win – at least I won’t go naked. I am however mildly depressed that the stack of stuff I was wearing 2 weeks ago and now can’t squeeze into is a lot bigger, and contains the jeans I bought only recently and wore most of the time at work.

Yes I knew I would get bigger, I’m not whining about that exactly. I must point out though that it’s still early days, and I am somewhat terrified of how mountainous I might end up. >.>