Thursday, March 24, 2011
We are having a wedding. And what a wedding it shall be. Colorful...unusual...a day to remember for sure.
The groom is a dear friend. He and my husband go back to college days. He is fondly known by many who attended our wedding as "The Drunk". In his defense, he had traveled a total of 24 hours to get to our wedding. He was studying in Israel and was terribly jet lagged. To our two sons, he is their crazy uncle. To him, we are family. Every 4th of July he is here to celebrate at the farm and is a friendly face at the table at Thanksgiving.
The bride is new to the family. We first met her during the trek here for the 4th of July. Our friend called to say he wanted to bring someone home to meet the family. We knew this was big since he had never brought someone with him before. We loved her the minute we met her and warned our friend that he better not screw this up. He popped the question when they were here for Thanksgiving. It was then that he asked if he could have the wedding here.
The wedding is going to be unique. Held in a clearing on our property that overlooks the river. It will be during July 4th weekend which seems only right. The ceremony is being conducted by our eldest son who happens to be an online minister. He and several friends did it as a joke last summer. The bride and groom thought he would do a wonderful job since he is a literary geek. Doing some checking, they learned that if he submitted some paperwork to the state, he could legally do the ceremony. So papers have been filled and the kid can now legally do weddings, funerals and baptisms. He laughed that the perfect thing to add to the ceremony is the quote from the movie "The Princess Bride" - "Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us together today. Wove, twue wove...So tweasure your woves forever". He'll probably sneak it in during the rehearsal knowing him.
The bride will be wearing a traditional dress while the groom and groomsmen are in kilts. Kilts? Why, I don't know. The groom is Jewish but did attend a college known as the Fighting Scots. My husband is a groomsmen so he's surfing the internet looking for a kilt. The image of him in a kilt is hard to wrap my head around. I laugh that we both have to find skirts for the day.
The youngest son will be handling the music. He is already trying to figure out what he'll play.
And me. I will be spending the next few months making sure the property and gardens are ready for their big day. And probably trying to figure out how not to laugh out loud when I spot hubby in his kilt or listening to eldest play a key role in bringing two people together for the rest of their lives. Yep,it is going to be some day.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Living with nothing but males, poses problems at times. It is hard to get a true critique of a project I am working on. Most times, they answer with "It's fine." Fine? Fine to me means it is okay - not bad, not good. Not quite what I am striving for. And for the record, another one of their phrases that drives me crazy - "It wasn't bad" - when describing food. Do you really want to eat something described as "wasn't bad"? If it was good, it would have be stated as such. I digress....
The other day, I was working on a new necklace design. I was tickled with how it had turned out. I showed it to my husband and youngest son. My husband said, "It's fine" and my youngest, looked at it for a bit and then commented, "I can see an elderly person wearing that". What?????? I asked for a clarification on his statement and he said "You know, someone around 55." So apparently I am going to be elderly in a few years. Fine.
I chuckled about the comments on the necklace all evening. Shared the story with my Cleveland Handmade friends so they could have a laugh, too. Youngest even inquired if I had shared his comments with my "artsy" friends. He knows me too well.
Yesterday, a young woman came by the house to pick up a necklace I had made for her wedding. She spotted the "geriatric" necklace and asked if she could try it on. She put it on and decided she had to have it. It did look stunning on her. As she walked out the door, she walked past the youngest. He spotted the necklace and just rolled his eyes. I smiled at him and inside, I screamed YES!
It is indeed the little things in life.
Please note - the picture shown is not the "geriatric" necklace. I had not taken a picture of it yet. This necklace fits my Spring Fever mood today.