Becoming Mrs. LadyBird Magpie of Parkdale

I definitely don’t want to forget any of this.  Just a bride and a groom and some rings and everyone we know and love.



Where do I even start?  DIY wedding is a blogger’s fantasy, and I did almost all of it myself, so I should have lots and lots to share.  Through the exhaustion of the last two weeks, I’ve been trying to find the clarity and the words, trying to find anything to write about, and I’m still unsure about what to say…


I thought I would be much more emotional throughout the ceremony.  Like falling over sobbing, with mascara raccoon nightmare face, but it wasn’t really that bad.  I thought I would get to the part where Gord handed me over to Martin and I would completely lose my shit.  But I didn’t–I had welled to tears enough many times in the weeks prior to the wedding about Gord giving me away.  I cry because I’m happy.  How could I not be?  Everything makes sense, right?  Marrying Martin for starters, and Gord giving me away, and everything leading up to that point.  My life has made 100% sense, and I’m full of so much joy.

On May 11, 2013, I had a bath with a Lush bath bomb, I made our bouquets, I traipsed down the stairs of my Parkdale house of dreams without calling a cab because at this point, I don’t even know HOW to call a cab.  But hailing a cab is pretty tough carrying a suitcase, two bouquets, a crinoline and smoking a stranger’s cigarette.  The neighbour of all neighbours escorted me to the street corner and hailed me a cab.  Put my bags in the trunk and sent me off to the Gladstone.  It really was very very sweet.  He later hauled like 250 lbs of ice up the stairs, and had the time of his life blasting records.  What an awesome dude.


Maid of Honour
The maid’s homemade bouquet
Really awesome homemade bouquet
The Brides homeemade bouquet



My room was at the Gladdy was red, and there was just enough time to doll myself up to the fashion by which I chose to get married.  My red room, my red dress,  and a perfect Parkdale view of the Gladstone Cafe (ha!) and the rug factory in the distance.  I hung my dress in the window for all of Parkdale to see. I prepped and primped and listened to old reggae and my escorts arrived on cue, and I got to show off my crinoline for the very first time. And no, that’s not a euphemism.

 
Red Curtains
Red Curtains in the Gladstone Room #303
TTC at the Gladstone
Outside the Gladstone

We drank champagne and put feathers in our hair and descended down a beautiful three flights of stairs to the Gladstone lobby. I guess whenever I imagined my wedding the two things that were always consistent–I was always coming downstairs and there was always music.  As a child, I used to stand at the top of our stairs and have my mother call “Andrea Peattie, come on down”, as though I was headed to contestants row on the Price is Right.  No contestants row on May 11, though, just a groom and some rings and everyone we know and love. and the last time I’ll ever descend anything as an unmarried lady.  Just Andrea Peattie, for the very last time.

 


Smoking Bride, vintage red dress
$12.99, just slightly more than my pack of cigarettes


Vintage bride in a taxi
Back of a taxi, heading away from the sunset
My Handsome Groom awaits

I never want to forget, sitting in the judge’s office, singing with my dudes, and my best gal.  It was one of the most special moments of my life.  The sweet harmonies, Vigoda’s soft strums and some super slow tempoed soul.  This all sung volumes to me about the man I was going to marry.  They love me, and they love Martin.  And I wouldn’t have it any other way.  


They led me, and serenaded us into our marriage.  And while I really wish my dad and Luigi could’ve been there, it didn’t really matter, because I knew they would be so happy, and they would love Martin too.  Samson-esque locks and all!.  

The words of the ceremony didn’t even occur to me at the timeand I really don’t even know what the JP said.  He asked about vows and readings just prior to the ceremony and I told him to say whatever he wanted, just don’t say anything about God.  What I do know is that I meant what I said to Martin and I know Martin meant what he said to me and we’re never going to stop meaning it.

  ……..I will.  So will he.  The end 
and also the beginning.  Presenting Mr. and Mrs. McWaters.


There are about 1000 things that I wanted to say to Martin the night we got married, and by the time that I got to him, I didn’t have to say anything.  Everything just makes sense for us.  
And we are head over heels in love to boot.  

When I first started dating Martin, he had stayed over on a Saturday night, and we went for brunch at Mezzrows, then walked along King back to my former PD house of dreams.  We lollygagged up the stairs, sat down on the futon and played Tony Hawk on the PS2.  We were having some snacks (naturally) and I turned and looked at him and said…”Does this feel normal to you?”  He said “yep” and we went back to playing our video game.  


Here we are now, tonight, on the couch, and he’s playing a video game while I write.  The snacks will be out soon, I’m sure.  Guess what?  This is absolutely-one-hundred-fuckingpercent-no-doubt-in-my-mind “normal”.  And so my first reflection (yes there are more to come), upon being wed, is this:  I got married and I don’t feel any different.  Not even in the slightest.  And as you can see on my face, am thrilled.



****Special thanks for the photos:  AJ, Lisa DeeAlex in Wasaga, & Maureen & Alan.  

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Peattie’s Parkdale Top Five Today

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I love living in Parkdale.  My heart is here–I’m sure I’ve mentioned if before.  There’s a million and one great things about my hood, and everyday I can think of something new that is my favourite.  My memory is not always the greatest, so I thought I’d start writing it down.  Here are the top five favourite things in Parkdale that I can think of right now. 

1)  The Workroom–I really really really want to learn to sew.  And to sew well enough to make my own clothes and house things.  I have a sewing machine and I know how it works, I even have a gift certificate to the Workroom to take a sewing class.  I just don’t have the time.  But I will do it.  I swear I will.

Image Credit http://www.makesomething.ca

Regardless of the sewing skills I may or may not have, I still love going into the Workroom.  It has such beautiful fabric. The most beautiful fabric I’ve ever seen, in fact!  They also have books and patterns and accessories and sundries, and a row of sewing machines where you can sew by the hour!  Lots of projects also lying around to appeal to anyone’s crafty side!  The offer a ton of classes, but the browsing is an amazing experience on its own–especially for a such a small shop.  I love the Workroom.  And I think you probably would too.

2)  Meher Steinberg and Parkdale Live–My good pal and chum, Meher, lives right up the street from me.  I go past his place at least twice a day, and when I think of him inside, it makes me smile.  I know that if there ever was some sort of coffee apocalypse, me and my little family could take refuge at his and find a sweet cup of stove top coffee waiting for us upon our arrival.  He’d surely also have some new music to show me, some new mix for me to listen to or some cut of a live video recording he’d recently done.  He might even have a few drops of the sweet gold jimi stowed up and away on a high shelf for just such an occasion.

The Parkdale Vigoda Himself

Aside from just being awesome, he hosts and produces this great show in his space featuring live musical acts that he records and mixes and later posts the videos online.  The best part is that the live recordings are actually really awesome–and I say this as someone who typically hates live recordings.  Check it out–it’s pretty great and if you’re interested in knowing more–drop me a comment below.  I can put you in touch the old Vigoda himself. Who doesn’t loves them some Steins, right?

You can check out this video of the band Heavy Generator performing on the show.

3)  The Oatmeal Pancakes at Mitzi’s the Sister–De. Lic. Ious. Seriously the very best pancake I’ve ever had in my entire life.  It’s crunchy and buttery and drenched in light maple syrup.  It’s got a caramelized crust in all the right places.  I’m not super crazy about the entire brunch, since a standard bacon/sausage and egg isn’t on the menu, but the “Huevos”  is great, and the frigging pancake is just too god damn much.  I dream of it and it’s little side of whipped cream all the time and I can almost taste it in my mouth RIGHT NOW!

Yum.

4) The 501 Street Car–Anyone that takes the Queen Street Car complains about it.  It really is the worst.  But it’s also the absolute BEST!  It’s a double streetcar and you can board through any doors provided you have a pass or some other proof of payment.  If you’re lucky enough to get a window seat, or even a seat at all because it’s packed all the time, the scenery between Ronces and downtown are just stunning.  The people are total dicks, but its fine because at least they’re aware of their total dick status.  For the most part they move out of the way, scrunch themselves up in a corner until it’s their time to get off and they manage to still look pretty great while doing it.  It’s a fashionable and stylish brood that ride the Queen car, and I really do love being around good looking people.

TTC 501 Queen Late Night Drive By

It doesn’t stop at style–there’s eccentrics, and there’s drunks, there’s hipsters and just all walks of people and you never know what’s going to happen.  I think I’ve seen more chick fights than anything, but I haven’t actually been keeping an exact tally.  Meow.

I can hear the 501 when I lie in bed at night, I can hear it as I wake up in the morning, and I do believe I can hear it just now.  The 501 Queen feels like a semi-reliable old friend, you know?  Sometimes it flakes out on you, and it doesn’t come around often enough, but when it does you sure do have a good time and you get to where you need to go.  For the most part.

5)  Crown Flora Studio-This little shop opened up in January and I’d been meaning to go in the first time I had the chance.  I go by it every day and just hadn’t been by at a time where the doors were open and the lights were on.

Image credit to  crownflorastudio.blogspot.ca/

Finally last week, the shop must’ve been open late, and the timing worked out and I was able to pop in for a quick look around.  I started chatting with shop owner, Adam, and found in him a fellow Parkdale enthusiast.

The little shop sells handmade things by Adam and his partner, terrariums and handbags to be more specifc.  While it sounds like an unlikely combo, their wares are beautiful, the space is lovely and the spirit is kind.  It’s great to have friendlies in the neighbourhood and it’s great to know your neighbours.

My little chat with Adam really brightened up an otherwise bummer day.  It’s always great to see people who do what they love.  It’s really what I aspire to.

And that, my friends, is a list of the things I can think of right now that I love about Parkdale.  Don’t worry.  There will be more.

Late night Sparkle looking East on Queen
Queen Street looking west at the old parkdale hydro station?

Just another Saturday at King and Dufferin

Your turn:  Top five favourite things about your neighbourhood that you can think of right now…..add your comment below!