Had a visit from S this weekend. It was a S&TC film fest, which we call a 'habit' even though it's only been two films, but believe me, when they inevitably make a third, we'll be donning our highest heels, drinking cocktails and getting our girly mojo to the cinema.
It got my wedding plans all fired up again anyway, as I'd lost my way and motivation a little this past month or so, and having someone new available to discuss it with meant we could bounce ideas off each other all weekend (S is married, but did so abroad, and being of Chinese heritage, once back home she had a traditional Chinese banquet as opposed to the traditional English wedding. This is good, as many of the event ideas are still useful, and some of them even have a 'new' spin for the Trad crowd).
She has a bit of a gun obsession though... glue gun. Icing gun. Any craft-inspired gun you like.
So she's offered to make my cupcakes for the wedding - bonus! - which is where the icing gun comes in. She doesn't think she can do it quickly enough with her icing bag, and she is thinking about launching this as a business, so hell, it's a reasonable investment.
As far as glue guns so, we were thinking about some of the 'making' I'm doing for table decor and arrangements and things.
God forbid we get the two guns mixed up... though it might shut one or two of the 'less welcome' guests up.
More about them later...
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