My goal is to paint our bedroom this weekend. The room really needs some work. It’s basically been a disaster area since we moved in.
Since this is not a home decor blog, I won’t waste too many words on this, but basically, I’m going to throw some light blue paint on the walls (except for slate gray behind the bed – a faux headboard), finally fix our curtains, put up a new mirror (thank you TJ Maxx for the $33 beauty), afix shelves and artwork and change out the comforter and shams with prettier ones from West Elm. If I could manage to fully clean out both mine and my husband’s clutter-filled closets, it would be a full renovation.
If I had just one small wedding do-over wish, it would be to have started my dress search at Taylored for You. Owner Taylor grew up and operates her shop in Mechanicsburg. Her mom helps out, along with a small staff of pleasant women who lacked the snobby 'tude found in some bridal shops.
The search for my wedding dress is a long, exhaustive tale. It makes me tired just thinking about it.
I had organized a day with my in-town bridesmaids to check out some bridesmaid dresses we'd spied online. Our first stop was a shop in E-town, where the first dress tried on ended up being our selection. However, the day did not end so easily. It was here where my girlfriends suggested I try on some wedding gowns, even though the day wasn't meant to be about me.
I tried really hard to be cheap about my dress. I couldn't imagine spending as much as they do on Say Yes to the Dress (with which I was obsessed at the time), but I had a lot of trouble getting into the experience at David's Bridal. By this time in the process, I'd also tried on dresses at Gowns by Design (out of my price range) and Tara's (just didn't find anything for me).
Sweat was pouring down my face as I jumped over branches and climbed over tree trunks, desperately looking for a clump of flour.
It was in the middle of the afternoon Saturday and we had somehow gotten lost off of the trail. By "somehow," I mean we had come to a fork in the road and decided to follow a man wearing a tie-dyed t-shirt and carrying a trombone into a wooded area instead of following the rest of the pack on gravel.
After running for about a half of a mile with no sight of a flour clump, we accepted our defeat and backtracked to where we had first lost the trail. Almost immediately, we knew we were back on course, as we were greeted by a beer stop with about 30 other runners. I have never been so pleased to see so many sweaty people and so many jugs of beer.
My friends and I had dropped in on a free run organized by the Harrisburg-Hershey Hash House Harriers (known as H5 or Harrisburg Hershey H3). I was having the time of my life, combining my two favorite things: drinking and running – I was hashing.
Hashing is a culture rooted in tradition, and as a newbie, I wasn't sure what that meant – or what I was in for. But I can share some of what I learned.
I’ve known Scott Schultz, VP of Event Central, since my early days ordering stage parts and makeshift sidewalk tents for 5:01 Downtown, Wanda’s and Eclipse, when I was Ron Kamionka’s Girl Friday. Back then, Event Central had just a small storefront in Harrisburg.
But Scott had invited me on a tour of their new warehouse in Mechanicsburg, which showcases an impressive collection of linens, seating, tables and a host of other items I would never think to rent (popcorn machine? I think so!). And of course, those big tents – and their super cool giant tent washing machine.
While there, some inspiration struck. I wanted to amp up our table dressings. White or ivory wasn’t going to do it for me, and our hall’s somewhat dated decor was a bit of a downer.
I selected linens in my colors (hot pink and navy blue), and I brought up chair covers. Chair covers are, among other things, an expensive way to hide an otherwise ugly chair. But what if you just replace the chairs?, Scott suggested. He showed me the Chiavari chairs Event Central also now provides, and I was sold.
Chiavari chairs come in several colors – Event Central at the time had black, silver and gold. Silver was our “accent” color (I want to punch myself just for typing that, but it’s true), so we were thrilled. My husband still calls them “our chairs” when he catches a glimpse of them on TV or somewhere in real life.
As you can see a bit in the pic our wedding coordinator snapped, they transformed the room wonderfully.
If you’re searching for inspiration for your event, you can schedule a warehouse tour at Event Central – or, visit their new website, ReadyEventGo, which is dedicated to just this sort of thing. Please tell Scott (or Scott) that I sent you.
Two months ago, there were few bigger critics of Penn State's handling of the Joe Paterno firing than me. After 46 years as the iconic and record-breaking head coach of the Nittany Lions, JoePa deserved better than firing by phone call. Joe Paterno was Penn State and Penn State was Joe Paterno for the better part of the past century.
And while most Penn State football fans wanted to see JoePa triumphantly carried off the field one final time, it wasn't in the cards.
Penn State needed to distance itself from the old regime, and Penn State football needed a new direction. Not only from an image restoration standpoint, but a football standpoint as well.
By all accounts, Tom Bradley (named interim head coach following Paterno's firing) is a great football coach and a better person. However, coaching on Paterno's staff for the past 37 seasons, Bradley would have likely just kept this train of mediocrity rolling with the same offense, same coaches, same gameplans … almost like Paterno never left.
Penn State needed to look further than its own backyard to fill what became a pretty undesirable head coaching position. After I'm sure what was a wide-ranging search, Penn State hired New England Patriots' offensive coordinator Bill O'Brien as the next head football coach.
Almost immediately after it was reported, Twitter blew up and any outsider could have assumed Penn State hired Casey Anthony. No backlash was more widely reported than that of former Penn State All-American linebacker LaVar Arrington. I understand loyalty as much as the next guy, but Arrington was out-of-line. Supporting Tom Bradley is one thing, not giving Bill O'Brien a fair chance because of it is nonsense.
When Andy and I began our wedding planning, one of the early pieces of business was where. I wrote a post about our decision here, where you can see where the money talked. Everyone is different and has different needs. We paid for our wedding on our own, so money was a major factor. The second consideration was ease of use for our guests, the majority of whom (like Andy's entire family and my extended family) were traveling from out of town.
At first, I admit I had a few reservations about getting married in the same ballroom where I attended my prom (friends kept saying, "Sara, just stop telling people that!"), but the reality is, the wedding packages at the now-Park Inn Harrisburg West are probably the best value in the area.
You can find all of their available packages, additional testimonials, photos and more at their wedding website, Weddings Harrisburg.
by: Sara Bozich
Posted: January 1, 2012 Comments are off for this post.
**Congrats to Josh D. “A Facebook User,” who’s going to see Steve Earle and Robert Earl Keen this month!**
Our first giveaway of 2012!
Greenbelt Events has two shows at Whitaker Center at the end of this month, and you can enter to win two passes to each show.
On Sunday, Jan. 22, catch Steve Earle, protégé of legendary songwriters Townes Van Zandt and Guy Clark, solo and acoustic. For a bio, video clip and more information, click here.
Then, on Thursday, Jan. 26, Robert Earl Keen takes the stage at Whitaker. Also compared with Townes Van Zandt, Keen is a “songwriter’s songwriter.” For a bio, video clip and more information, click here.
One lucky reader will win two tickets to each performances. To enter to win, visit GreenbeltEvents.com and leave a comment in the space below.
For extra entries (you must leave a separate comment for each extra entry in order for each to count), you can:
One week in, how are your new year's resolutions going? I'm taking advantage of the warm weather today and joining Kelly for a lap around Wildwood Park. Afterwards, I'm picking up our anniversary cake topper (in recent years, bakers have been offering a fresh "cake topper" as a convenience for newlyweds so you don't have to eat freezer-burned cake on your one year anniversary) before an afternoon clothing swap and evening surprise going-away party.
My weekends are a lot about balancing fun, exercise and housework/errands after a busy week. Here's what we've been up to at SaraBozich.com this week. Grab a coffee and dig in:
And just for fun – The girls and I were talking at happy hour last night about scarves and how to wear them. My sister, a fashionista in her own right and owner of the online shop, KIST Boutique, recommends this video for anyone looking to learn fresh ways to tie a scarf.
2011 was a big year for nightlife in the greater Harrisburg area. We saw the opening of burger joints (Blue Heaven), serious barbecue spots (MoMo’s BBQ Grill), upscale homestyle dining (Home 231) and sports bars (Mulligan’s opened three area locations).
Variety is the spice of life right? That’s what I’ve heard and that’s what I’ve been told, but that’s not what I’ve always been doing. We all have our go-to beverage right? For some it’s the standby rum and coke, for others it’s the house white, for many it’s Miller Lite, and there’s nothing wrong with this, in fact it makes things easy when in a hurry. I do it all the time, in fact I did it earlier this week. I walk into my establishment of choice, look for something familiar on the tap list, and grab it. Well, not this year, and not from now on because I’m on the quest for 500.
When it comes to craft beer, there seems to be endless variety. Tons of breweries, styles, and ingredients and countless combinations thereof. However, it is human nature to go with what you know. I love wheat beers and stouts, so I’m much more likely to check those out when I come to your establishment. I couldn’t care less if your double IPA has won a million awards, it’s not a style I like so I’m not getting one. Sure, I may sip it if someone else gets one, but I’m not committing to a beer I probably won’t like. Not any more, because I’m on the quest for 500.