Apres Ski Chic

We have just a few weeks until the wedding day. I am sorry I am such a bad blogger- but it has been busy at work (which is good) and tying up all the details takes some time, and of course it is ski season so everything gets put on the back burner until the last minute. I have been asked a few questions about the attire- Apres ski Chic- well to begin to describe it - hmmmm... have you seen the movie Aspen Extreme or Dumb & Dumber, they have some great apres ski chic outfits in there. It is more than jeans less than tuxedos. Lots of Layers, layers of different fabrics, plaids, furs, velvets, belts and boots. Maybe even a cool hat. If you looking for some inspiration look at the Gorsuch catalogue or rent one of those ski flicks- just stay away from the looks in HotDog!

Save the Date

We have set the date March 7 2009 at the Whitney Inn in Jackson, New Hampshire. It is at the base of Black Mountain. They just renovated the inn and it is so cute. I am also very excited for the party which will take place in the Shovel Handle Pub. Funny thing...the name comes from the first J-bar lift at the mountain. They attached shovel handle to the rope-tow and that was what you held onto when you wanted a lift up to the top.

Erik and I are planning some fun events for Saturday morning. Once those are finalized I will post those up. This is a resort town which is busy at this time of year. If you can I would make your reservations before they are booked up. We have reserved most of the rooms, but I will warn you they will fill up fast. There are plenty of places to stay around town, but those are not as convenient to the hill or the pub.

proposal

I know, you are wondering why I am telling this now, well...we have been very busy with life and haven't had a chance yet. So let's go back to december 1st. It was an extremely cold weekend. We got up early saturday morning and skied at Attitash. Actually at Bear Peak, since they got the new snow guns the snow was amazing. When we were skied out went back to mom's house in Jackson in the late morning, where we decided to look for a christmas tree. Which I had been talking about doing for years! I had gotten the sticker the weekend before from the national forest to cut one down. We drove out on Carter Notch Road until the paved road ended and we were on the dirt road, which no one had been down yet, there was still a few inches of fresh snow fall from the night before. We pulled into one of the hiking trails and grabbed the hand saw, hats and gloves. The dogs piled out of the truck barking and running down the path. We followed looking for that perfect tree.

Three hours later our necks strained from looking up, since all the 'good ones' were all 40 feet tall, we found one that suited us. We had seen it probably 3 times and kept coming back to it. It was near a little stream. It was perfect. Erik asked me if this was 'the one' and if I was 'sure'? I said this 'was the one' and let's cut it down. Erik paused and said that this was when he was going to get down on one knee, which he did. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box. He said that he loved me and wanted to look for christmas trees with me the rest of our lives and would I marry him?
I said yes!

We cut down the tree, dragged it behind, loaded it in the back, got Bartlett and Gunnar in the truck and went to the bakery and warmed up with some hot chocolate.
Erik had made reservations for us a the Christmas Farm Inn in Jackson. Which was the first place we stayed together in Jackson. He also took us to a lovely wonderful dinner at the White Mountain Cider House.

The photo of us on the bed of the truck was taken by our great photographer friend Bill Lee. Who captured us in absolute bliss as well as the tree in the back of the truck. That is Bear Peak in the background, which is where we spend most of our winter.