Our invites: blogged

With less than 4 weeks to go, we have sooo much going on with the planning and logistical nightmares of our wedding. It's making it really impossible to sit still for 5 minutes and do a wedding recap..

But in the meantime, here is a post from the brilliantly talented Kathleen from Jeremy and Kathleen and how our invitations were created. Oh yes, she did. and they are fantastical.. check them out for yourself!

Things we do: summer nights

The market is where we work and play both weekdays and ends...

Living in the burbs can be a little 'blah' at times... don't get me wrong. I love my neighbourhood. Sometimes the crazy dreamer in me wants to bust out a for sale sign on the front lawn, pack up our house and move downtown. Ottawa doesn't have the same vibe other cities like Toronto or Montreal may have, but it's a little offbeat and quirky in all the right ways.

I've lived and have loved working in the Market for years.. but my favorite thing to do is to pretend were tourists and just roam the streets and shops not looking for anything specific to do.

Last night was one of those nights. The goal was to hit the streets for gelato and what we ended up getting was a show..

Behold. Eden, swallowing a balloon... awesome.

Cool. Calm. Collected.

My house is finally empty. Well not in the literal sense.. read on.

For the past eight months, we've had borders rent out a few rooms in our home to help our cash strapped asses and ease the tides while the better half job hunted.
Not that it wasn't great or anything short of amazing.. trust me. We had our good times...

Not too long ago, we decided we needed our privacy back... get our turned 'frat house' back into our home. our love nest. And so we waited patiently for the time to come to say goodbye to our roomies, our friends.

Our house has been eerily quiet for a few days now. They call it empty nesters syndrome for a reason.. the silence is unsettling. You start hearing all the cracks in the ceiling at night again instead of the faint music or the sound of a television in the distance.. the dog, has adjusted quite well to the additional noise; he doesn't flinch as much as he used to when he sleeps, which has been a blessing. God knows how many times I can deal with being woken up by a panicking dog at 2am anymore.

Our rooms have becomes blank canvases again. Call it inspiration...

I'm excited for what's to come..