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I met Kiara at the first ever APW Scotland book club. You may have even seen her gorgeous wedding on APW not too long ago. Kiara is an archivist, and for some reason I find this to be the most romantic nerd-job ever conceived of. Doesn’t it just sound like the title of an A.S. Byatt novel? ‘The Archivist’. Romance and filing cabinets perhaps? If nothing else her job puts me in mind of one of my favorite books when I was a kid, ‘From The Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil e. Frankweiler, which Wes Anderson kinda ripped off when he was writing the back story for Margot & Richie in the Royal Tenenbaums. But I digress. (more…)

I think the first real personal post* I wrote was on Aberdeen. Then Cara blogged some of the pictures and I became addicted to my 10 minutes of fame, so here we are today. I wrote a lot yesterday, and I’ve said a lot lately about Aidan (who as you can see is adapting well to his modeling duites), so really all there is left to talk about is Aberdeen. January has been surprisingly sunny. Sunny and cold, but sunny none the less. January sunlight is the most flattering kind of light. It casts a golden hue onto everything, and if you look closely enough the granite does indeed begin to sparkle. (more…)

I accidentally married a man who doesn’t like to get his picture taken. I’m not sure how this happened. All of my friends back home always let me take their pictures. They liked it even. But Aidan: not so much. The thing is, I pretty much want to take pictures all of the time. When I went back home for Thanksgiving and tried to talk my cousin Holly into letting me take pictures of her, a bunch of my family members looked at me oddly and asked “why would you want to work on your vacation?” The truth is that I’m pretty much singularly obsessed. As you can imagine Aidan’s desire not to be photographed and my desire to take pictures all of the time has occasionally brought us to a conflict of interests. Fortunately I struck on the idea that I could emotionally blackmail him into being my model for my birthday. He tried to resist, but eventually everyone must succumb to the power of the birthday zone. I realize that he may look slightly unhappy in all of the pictures, but what you don’t know is that mildly miserable is just the way that his face looks when it’s at rest. I suspect that he secretly enjoyed himself, as he has certainly been much more obliging in allowing me to take pictures of him ever since – though it’s also possible that he has simply come to terms with the fact that resistance is futile (bwahahahahah!).

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Hey it’s Kirsty! If you already know Kirsty then you know that she is wickedly funny and a very good writer. I first became aware of her through her MOST gorgeous of weddings, then I started reading her blog, then I stalked her down in Edinburgh and made her hang out with me. She was my first internet friend turned real friend, and my frist friend in Scotland that I made all by my self (i.e. who wasn’t a philosopher). Now her best friend, the very talented Kristen is one of my second shooters. I am a lucky duck. Have a good weekend everybody & Happy Birthday to Kirsty’s mum! I’m wishing you ever so many more!  xx (more…)

A little while ago I spent a week at my in laws’ house in Glasgow and remembered what it was like to have a social life. I hung out with Caroline, and Sophie and got very tipsy. I learned that drinking with Germans is dangerous and taking tequila shots with florists is even more dangerous. I learned that these two ladies are supremely awesome and they make me wish that I lived in Glasgow so that I could hang out with them more. 

I got drinks with Kiara, a fellow ginger and APW lady (did you see her wordless wedding on APW? So beautiful). I learned that archivists do indeed have romantic jobs, and that she and I have read a lot of the same books. Also that if the internet makes you think that you will really like someone it is most probably correct.

I also got drinks with Linsey, another fellow ginger and APW lady. I learned that most places close way earlier in Scotland on a Sunday than they do in the States, that it rains more in Glasgow than in any other place in the world, that Linsey is way more ginger than I was expecting, and that she is very kind.

So, to summarize the lessons that I learned from my visit in Glasgow: 1) The stereotypes are true: Scotland is filled with gingery people (did I mention that Sophie is also one of of us too?) 2) People from the internet are high class. They are kind of like real people in that they are in fact real, only they are better than real people because they have been pre-screened. You’re not going to hang out with someone from the internet unless you strongly suspect that they are awesome, and so far I’ve actually liked everyone that I’ve met from the internet even MORE than I was expecting. 3) I miss having a social life. I should really work on that. It’s just that staying in my house and working all of the time is so addictive. I’m not even kidding. What have I become?