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Father Daughter Dance Songs January 30, 2011
I’ve been thinking lately about a good father daughter dance song for me and my dad. My dad and I have not always had the closest relationship, for several years I didn’t even speak to him. But we are close now, maybe not daddy’s little girl close, but we’re like friends, which I am really happy about. I’d like to find a father daughter dance song that reflects how our relationship really is, rather than trying to make it look like the I’ve-always-been-your-little-girl-and-we’ve-always-been-uber-close relationship that every daddy/daughter dance seems to want to portray. I don’t feel like there’s any reason to try to pretend my relationship with my dad is something it’s not. I like what my relationship with my dad is, I am grateful for it, and to try to pretend we have something else would be, in my eyes, a declaration of shame about what our relationship is.
So I’ve been doing a little of research into father/daughter dance songs, and I have to say that I am generally horrified at a couple of songs I see come up over and over and over again; Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison and Daughters by John Mayor.
Okay, Brown Eyed Girl is a kick-ass, fun song. I love it, who doesn’t love it? But it’s a song very clearly written for a romantic lover. I don’t know about any of you, but I don’t want to dance with my dad to the lyric “Making love in the green grass behind the stadium with you”. No thank you.
And then there’s Daughters. Has anyone ever actually listened to the lyrics to that song? Because what it’s about is a girl John Mayor dated once, and he really liked her, but she had emotional issues that prevented a real relationship due to her neglectful father. So yeah, if you want your father daughter dance to say to the world “I don’t really love my husband because I’m incapable of attachment because my dad was a dead beat” go ahead and dance to John Mayors Daughters.
John Mayor sucks anyhow.
Molas! January 10, 2011
I knew when I started this planning I wanted sort of a Central American, Latino feel to my wedding. I’m serving Mexican food. I plan to play Buena Vista Social Club and other Cuban music during the cocktail hour and dinner. I picked out bright, bold colors. My signature drink is going to be margaritas.
But I didn’t want to do a Dia De Los Muertos thing (even though I LOVE Dia De Los Muertos) because I see that done SOOOO much lately. So I wasn’t really sure how to tie the whole thing together. I’ve been feeling like no one understood my vision (except my co – maid of honor, who, upon hearing my colors – and no other details – said, “Are you going for a Mexican theme?”). My mom, who is doing my invitations, had this idea about pressed flower invitations since before Jeremy even proposed. I keep saying that it sounds too stuffy, formal and girly, but she wouldn’t let it go. She’d say “flowers aren’t formal” (no, fresh ones aren’t, but to me, pressed flowers say dusty old Victorian stuff) or “weddings are formal”. Well, not mine. My wedding is going to be fun.
The other night, my mom asked me again, “What do you want to do with your invitations?”. My mom has been a graphic designer for over 20 years. She’s won tons of national awards, and she’s done an amazing job at designing paper stuff for our family in the past. She’s done wedding invitations, baby shower invitations, birth announcements, funeral programs, you name it. I have every confidence in her abilities to make some kick ass wedding invitations. I just haven’t liked her vision so far. She brought up pressed flowers again, which I shot down, and she looked disappointed. I tried explaining “Look, I’m wanting to do a sort of Mexican theme. We’re doing Mexican food and margaritas. I want to stick to that one theme, and not be mixing stuff up too much.”
She looked perturbed, but un-muted the tv and stared at it for a few seconds. Then she pressed mute again and laughed “I just got an idea! What if we did molas?”
Molas are a type of folk art created by the peoples of the region from Panama to Columbia. My family is familiar with molas because my father grew up in Panama, and my grandmother and grandfather have a great deal of mola artwork around their house. I loved my grandmother’s mola pillows as I was growing up, and her mola jewelry. This seemed like a marvelous idea to me!
Molas aren’t Mexican, but I don’t feel the need to stick to one country. It’s the entire culture of Central America that intrigues me, and what I’d like to showcase during my wedding, even though neither myself nor my fiance has a drop of Latino blood in us (my father grew up in the Panama Canal Zone because his father piloted ships through the canal as a Merchant Marine, not because he’s Panamanian. The Stones are very likely Irish, though we don’t know for sure – that’s a whole other story for another day). All my life, I have felt drawn towards that world, I can’t say why. But I spent a year in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, and I grew up hearing stories of Panama in the 60’s, and I was born and raised in a state with a huge Mexican influence, so maybe it’s natural.
Of course, mola invitations would be hard to make, we’ll be doing a lot of paper cutting, but I think it’s well worth the work. I love the mola idea so much, I think I’m going to use it throughout my decorating. Maybe a mola ring bearer pillow? Mola placemats at the tables? Mola purses for my bridesmaids?
Now, traditional molas are quilted. It’s very intricate quilting done with little strips of fabric, which I don’t think I could do (especially not with my old sewing machine), and I don’t think I’d want to take the time to do if I could. I can purchase molas pre made on fabric, which I might do for my ring bearer pillow, but that would get pricey if I did that over and over again for all the placemats, fabric, etc., that I might want to use a mola on. However, I think I could easily paint or batik molas onto paper or fabric. Though they wouldn’t be a true mola, I think that they would still be beautiful and compelling.
My mom really is a great visionary when it comes to creative stuff. I’m very excited about this new development.
I am officially done going to bridal shows. I went to my second one yesterday and I think I’ve seen enough. Not that it was terrible, I love expos really, so I had fun. But I can’t imagine seeing or learning about anything new or interesting anymore from these shows. Most of it is stuff that is WAY outside my budget anyway. Sure, its kind of fun to learn about the company that does dueling pianos at rich people’s wedding, and to taste that tuna sashimi served in a tiny ice cream cone, but I will never purchase any of this, so why did I spend $7 to go look at it?
Wedding Investments December 30, 2010
As a former photographer myself, I like the way so many photographers talk about what your investment in their services are going to be, rather than the cost. Photographs are an investment. They are physical preservations of your wedding memories. You’re going to be spending a lot of money on your wedding, and all of it is just going to be hazy memories in a few years without photographs.
This is partially why I’ve been so picky about choosing a photographer. Yes, I am on a budget, but I still want something nice (despite the belief some people have that unless you are forking over 30 grand or more for your wedding, you don’t deserve good pictures). This is an investment. The rest of my wedding is going to end up in either the recycling, the compost, sold/donated or in storage, and I’ll never see the most of it again. But I’m going to look at my photos frequently, I’ll probably have some on display. I want them to be good.
Photos don’t have to be the only part of your wedding that is an investment, though. Probably the number one thing you can do to have a green and cheap wedding is to make as many aspects of your wedding permanent or reusable. In other words, more aspects of your wedding should be long term investments than not.
How can this be done? Well, for example, since I am holding my wedding in my back yard, a good deal of my decorating budget is going to be spent on fixing up my back yard. I will be investing in some grass seed, to reseed my yard and make sure it is extra lush, organic fertilizing service for my lawn, and lots and lots of flowers for the borders of my yard, to make not only the yard pretty, but to provide the flowers for arrangements on my table, and maybe even a good portion of the bouquets. All of these things are investments in my mother and mine’s property (even though after the wedding I will be moving into Jeremy’s house and this yard will no longer be mine, I will still be spending lots of time here, I’m sure). We will be able to enjoy this money spent for many years to come. Furthermore, all the extra flowers will provide more food for our bees and hopefully boost our honey production.
We will also be decorating with LED Christmas lights, which we will of course reuse for holiday decorating in the future. I plan to use mason jars for vases, which I will then be able to use for canning for years to come. I have done what I can to make sure that my bridesmaids will pick out dresses they will wear again, and I will be reusing as much of my wedding attire as possible.
Many women choose dresses that they will wear again, which I think is awesome. I however, chose a princess dress that would not be very practical anywhere but walking down the aisle, or perhaps costume events. However, dresses can be donated (for a tax write off), or used to make new things in the future. On Offbeat Bride, a bride told the forums how she intended to make prayer shawls for herself and her husband out of her wedding dress when she was done. In my family, we have discussed making christening gowns for babies out of my mother’s wedding dress (which didn’t happen for Elijah, but hopefully it will for the next baby), and I suppose the same could be done with mine. Or, as another woman on Offbeat Bride said, there’s always the option of being zombie bride and groom for Halloween next year.
Parting with money for a wedding isn’t quite as painful if you feel like you’re making a long term investment, and not just blowing money for one day of frivolities. Even if you could care less about the environment, it’s worth considering making more of your wedding purchases into long term investments. Unless, of course, you really hate money, and are looking for whatever way you can find to part with it (in which case, you can make checks out to Jessica Stone, and my address is …. ).
Things that really got under my skin while searching for a photographer December 29, 2010
When I was searching for a wedding photographer, I posted an ad on Craigslist stating what I was looking for and what my budget was. I got well over a hundred responses (and I’m still getting them, albeit at a much slower pace, maybe only one or two a day), and I sorted through all of them. Some of them were good (although most of them who were good were still way outside my budget – I put my budget in the ad, why respond if you can’t meet it? Why waste my time and yours?), but the vast majority of them were just terrible. Here are some of the pet peeves I ran into while looking through all these photographers.
Grip and grins. A grip and grin was a term we used in the Army for any photograph of two people standing, looking at the camera. Usually, they are shaking hands or both holding some award one is giving to the other. These photos are posed, forced, awkward and worst of all, boring. Most of the wedding photography I saw was basically nothing but a bunch of grip and grins, only instead of hand shakes, it’s arms around each other in a insincere hug, or people standing in a row. Any twelve-year-old can shoot a line of people standing on a church altar in fancy clothes and turn it black and white in Photoshop to make it seem more ‘classic’. I know some of this is going to take place at every wedding, but if these are the only photos you’re posting on your website, there’s something wrong. I wouldn’t pay a penny more than $20 for that kind of work. Unfortunately, most photographers do just that, then have the audacity to charge four digits for that quality of work. Please, I did higher quality stuff in the Army and didn’t make in a month what some of these photographers charge for eight hours of coverage, even when I was deployed. I lived in a tin shack for a year and ate out of Navy chow halls (which, to be fair, are at least significantly better than Army chow halls), and I was constantly subject to sexual harassment from 400 New Jersey infantry men, and about the same number of Detroit MPs. But even under these conditions, at pay that equaled out to $7.50 an hour after tax, I still did better work than some of the photographers I looked at. And I was not the best photographer in my unit either.
Inability to focus a camera. What really amazed me is how many professional photographers can’t seem to focus. I know focus can be a little tricky sometimes, but come on! For the prices you’re charging, I expect a sharp focus. And these are the photos they’re displaying on their website, you know it’s their very best. If their very best doesn’t even have a good focus, what does their average work look like? Seriously, if you can’t do it manually, at least use the autofocus (not that autofocus always does a good job either, but it’s better than nothing). And I can tell the difference between somebody who knows how to use their shutter and aperture to convey depth of field or motion in a photo, and somebody who’s just trying to pass off a blurry photo as something they did intentionally. Apparently the average consumer cannot, however, because there are a lot of photographers out there doing just this.
Overuse of black and white. Sure, black and white can be nice some times, but most of the time when I see it, I think it’s just an attempt to cover up lack luster work. So many people think black and white pictures are automatically better, and that’s easy to take advantage of. Black and white does not automatically mean classier or better photos. It usually means you’ve got a photographer who can’t do color (or can’t do much of anything). Not always, mind you, I’m sure some photographer is going to find my blog and leave some comment like “I choose to shoot in black and white because it’s more raw and real, but I can kick ass at color if I wanted to” or some other hipster jargon, and that’s all well and good. But that doesn’t change the fact that I still see an awful lot of shitty photography out there that, once converted to black and white, idiots think is art. And I know there are a lot of not very good photographers taking advantage of all these idiots that think photography is automatically artful if it’s in black and white. I’m sure that’s not at all what any photographer who visits my blog does, though.
Not to say all black and white photography is lame, hipster shit (and even if it was, I would be hypocritical to suggest that hipster shit never appeals to me, it most often does). Some of it is very, very nice. What I hate to see is bad photography being passed off as art just because it’s black and white. Even when I saw a photographer do awesome black and white, black and white probably isn’t going to be the best choice for my wedding anyhow. I am having a bright and colorful wedding that just wouldn’t be done justice if it were shot in black and white. Furthermore, I think it’s a crime to put beautiful red hair like mine in black and white. So I need a photographer who does awesome color work, and that is just few and far between. Why is this? Because of this stupid, hipster, black and white trend! Everyone thinks black and white is classier than color in every situation, and that’s simply not true! Ever looked through a National Geographic and thought “Gee, if only all these pictures were in black and white, then this magazine would be beautiful”? No! But very few photographers seem to even bother with color, because all these idiot people think only black and white is classy. Frustrating!
(Note: I had the pleasure of participating in a press escort of National Geographic during my deployment to Guantanamo Bay in 2004. Here is a link to the article. In the photo “Clear Warnings”, you can see my ear, right next to my former first sergeant. If you can find the print article, there is another picture of me eating in the community kitchen. A friend told me, upon seeing it, that I looked like an anorexic getting ready to puke myself. In actuality, I had just popped a fried plantain into my mouth. This was my 15 minutes.)
Also, I don’t like the whole, all-black-and-white-except-for-a-single-rose-in-color style either. I know many people do like this, and that’s a matter of opinion. It’s not for me. Maybe some photographer can change my mind about this by sending me some wedding work done in this style that looks modern, but all of it I’ve seen looks really 1992 to me. It’s just way over done. Like black and white. And white gold. And diamonds.
Out of state photographers. Okay, there’s nothing wrong with being a photographer from another state. What irritates me is how many photographers from out of state responded to my ad for a wedding in Denver. A lot of them came in with bids under my budget, but didn’t include travel costs, which put them over budget again. Furthermore, I can’t justify flying someone in from out of state to take pictures at my wedding when there are photographers right here in town. To be fair, I didn’t put in my ad that I am passionate about supporting local economies and that I’m trying to keep the carbon footprint of my wedding as low as possible, but I didn’t think in a million years I’d get so many photographers from all over the country responding to my ad! I thought that my ad for a photographer for a Denver wedding would appear only in the Denver Craigslist listing. Apparently not.
High prices without offering much. I ran into a few photographers, not many, but a few, who were so outrageously priced I wouldn’t pay for their services even if I had a million dollars to spend on my wedding. This is because even if you’re very, very rich, there is still a line where once you cross it, you feel like you’re just throwing money away, and any rich person who habitually just throws money away is not going to stay rich for very long. There is just no way I’m going to spend $2500 to $3000 on 8 hours coverage with one photographer and a disc of photoshopped images, when for the same price I can get similar style and quality, full day coverage by two photographers, wedding albums, prints, and a disk. I got schooled by a professional photographer about costs of running a photography business the last time I complained about photography prices on this blog, but there are some people out there crossing the line. Especially ones who I know have full-time jobs that pay well in addition to their line crossing photography business (specifically, a photographer recommended to me who happens to be a friend of a friend).
Bad lighting. Lighting is hard. The flash is tough to get the hang of, and there is a bit of math involved with getting the aperture and shutter speed just right, especially in challenging lights. I have sympathy for that because I always had trouble with lighting when I was doing photography. A lot of times my photos were dark or blown out. I didn’t usually publish those pictures, though. I worry when I see a website full of really dark photos (which seems to be more common than blown out), especially if the photos were taken during the middle of the day outdoors. I worry when I see photos of people with flash face, you know, that really obvious, I-just-had-a-flash-go-off-in-my-face look. I worry about this because when I see this on the website they’re sending out to potential new clients, I know that the majority of their work is going to be even worse than this. I mean, I understand that some photos come out like this, and sometimes, it even kind of works. But if all photos are like this, there’s a problem.
Look, I know that photography is hard, it takes a lot of skill (which must be learned) and an artistic eye (which is a talent one is born with, but can be honed and advanced). But surgery is also hard, and most of us would not choose a less than good surgeon because we can sympathize with how hard their job is. When given the choice, we choose the best our money can buy. I certainly was not the best photographer in my unit, I got into my MOS to write, not to take photos, so I don’t really want to be passing too much judgement on other photographers out there. If you guys look at the GTMO newsletter, The Wire, from 2004-2005, most of the photos are mine, you will see I’m not a good enough photographer to meet my standards for hire. I can admit that. But this is my money I’m spending, and I want the best my money can buy.
This post is mostly just bitching about what I see out there, what people expect me to cough up my money for. I feel like the wedding industry thinks I’m stupid enough to pay thousands of dollars on things that suck, not just photography, but everything. It’s not to say that all photographers out there suck. I had a pretty long list of amazing photographers after sifting through all the responses I got, and I’m really, really excited about and happy with the choice I eventually made, Clara Images. I feel like it is the best quality for the money, and I really like the women who will be my photographers personally too. I guess I was just amazed at the ratio of crap to good stuff in the professional photographer world, and wanted to vent about it.
I am very, very glad that I’m no longer looking through photographers.
Community, or why I love my back yard wedding December 27, 2010
When my mom suggested holding the wedding reception in the back yard, it just felt right. I couldn’t have put my finger on what was right about it when she said it, but it was like a light bulb went off above my head. In my back yard is where I’m supposed to celebrate my wedding.
Of course, I had my reservations. Could we fit enough people? Would the neighbors get pissed? Where will everyone park? But the idea seemed so right to me, I just couldn’t let it go.
My mom said that it was because this idea is just more me than a reception hall. I am passionate about local economies and urban homesteading. I have a love affair going with this back yard, and leaving it will be the saddest part of getting married. I have put a lot of work into it, and I will put a lot more into it to get it ready for the wedding. And I will love every minute of it.
But, the longer I have to reflect upon it, the more I think that there is so much more meaning to a back yard wedding than just environmental friendliness and speaking to me as an individual. A back yard wedding speaks to the meaning of marriage as a whole.
Weddings serve a greater purpose than just procreation (despite what some homophobes want people to believe). Traditionally, weddings were a way to grow families and communities by bringing them together. Wars could be resolved through weddings, poverty could be eased, friendships could grow and communities were strengthened. Marriage was more about that than even love, traditionally. In fact, marriage for love is a relatively new concept, anthropologically speaking, and in many ways, unique to western culture.
Now, I’m not saying that I don’t like marriage for love. I love Jeremy very much, and I’m glad that I have gotten the opportunity to marry him, instead of being forced to marry the first man who showed interest, or the man who knocked me up (thank God I didn’t have to marry that). But I think that the other purposes of marriage, the ones that have served such a vital purpose to human culture from the dawn of time, ought to be recognized and cherished. And while it is true that that purpose was often achieved by treating woman and children like property (I will trade you my prettiest daughter in exchange for ceasing this war, etc.), I don’t think that ancient sexism devalues the role of community and the way in which community can be served through marriage.
Marriage can, and should, bring communities together. Of course, most people’s marriage brings two families and sets of friends together, and that’s very good. But community consists of more than just our friends and relations. Community consists of your neighbors, your mail carrier, your garbage person, local business owners, your religious authority at your place of worship, all the people around us every day that most of us tend to take for granted. And it’s hard to involve community, on that level, when you’ve shipped yourself far away from your home, your neighborhood, your community, to some sterile, foreign, artificial location for your ceremony and reception.
While I understand that budget and space restrictions keep most of us from inviting our entire communities to our weddings, I love the idea of having my wedding reception in my community, involving my community. Not only will my friends and family have the opportunity to get to know each other, but my neighbors will all have this opportunity to get to know my friends and family, and each other, as well. In a world where we spend more time talking to Facebook friends than our own neighbors, I think back yard weddings might just be one step towards saving the world. Or at least culture.
Here’s an article about community and family that I really enjoyed. I hope that you do too.
Wedding secrets. Shhhh. December 23, 2010
My sister and I got into it a little bit today when she asked me to send her a picture of the dress I picked out. I didn’t want to send her a picture. I didn’t even want her knowing I had bought one. It was nothing personal, I wouldn’t want to send anyone a picture. I didn’t want to mention buying one to anyone. When I picked it out, I swore my mom, future mother-in-law and future sister-in-law to secrecy. And I wasn’t going to say anything else to another damn soul about it until the wedding.
The best laid plans of mice and men …
Well then my co maid of honor got in touch with me and asked when I was going to start looking at dresses, because she’d love to come with me. I had to tell her I’d already picked one out. Then I had to also call my grandma, who I was thinking would make me a dress, and let her know that I had fallen in love with a dress in a store, and that I wasn’t going to have her make my dress after all. But that was going to be it, damnit.
Of course, I know that when that many people know a secret, it’s bound to get out (which is exactly why the government can’t keep secrets from us for very long). I should have known that eventually, someone would blab. Maybe even me.
Well, that’s what happened. At least two people blabbed, and one of them was me. Really accidentally, on Facebook. I’m not even sure what I said, or in what context, but my sister says I did. So she asked to see a picture of the dress, which I was very, very reluctant to give her. I even considered sending her a picture of another dress.
She didn’t understand why I had such a problem sending her a picture of my dress. I don’t understand why it’s a big deal for her to see it. But what I do understand is that I’m the one behaving strangely. I’ve been trying to explore why I have this really strong aversion to letting anyone see, or even talking about, the wedding dress I selected. When it comes to my sister, the answer is simple. We’re both getting married next year, and I feel like when we talk about our weddings, some kind of competition is starting, and I hate competition. Especially with her. I might be imagining it in this case, I don’t know. I think there’s been a lot of this going on between us all our lives, though. We are very, very different people, and our views clash a lot. I think we both feel that the other is judging our every move. I think we both do judge each other quite a bit. Sometimes, I would just prefer not to reveal anything judge worthy to my sister, and this is just one of those times. It is for that exact same reason that I have not looked at her wedding dress. This isn’t a competition, I’ll just be surprised by all of her wedding elements when I see them, and then can appreciate it.
But it’s not just my sister I’m having this issue with, it’s everyone. Really, the competition issue is just a minor excuse that is probably covering up larger issues I’m dealing with. What I’ve come up with is this
- I don’t want elements of my wedding to be judged out of context. It’s hard for people to understand what I’m doing when they can’t see the whole vision I have in my mind. I don’t want anyone to see one element of my wedding and get false expectations, or to dislike something and let that impression color their entire experience of my wedding on the day.
- I’m not confident in my choices. Well, that’s maybe a little poorly worded. I am confident in my in my vision, and my ability to make choices that reflect my vision, even if it takes me a long time to do so. What I’m not good at is defending my vision and choices when someone is critical of them. I’m also not very good at saying no to things I don’t want. And everyone has some idea of what my wedding should be like. Very little of my vision seems to be understood. So, for someone like me, who isn’t very assertive, I’d rather not share any more of my vision than I absolutely have to. Especially since my vision involves going off the beaten path a little bit. When I start to listen to other people criticize my wants, I end up changing my mind a lot. Case in point, bridesmaid dresses. My original plan was for all of my bridesmaids to wear white and then accessorize with my wedding colors. A bunch of people expressed negativity about that, saying I should be the only one in white (which I’ll address later), so I ended up changing my mind about what the bridesmaids would wear three or four times, until finally I came back to the original idea and I’m just sticking with that. But now I feel crazy, and I probably look crazy and wishy-washy to everyone in my wedding party. Ugh!
- I believe that if I share too much of what I’m doing, I’m not going to like it anymore. Sometimes when something becomes too familiar, it becomes distasteful to me. But if I keep an element of mystery and surprise to my wedding, it will stay exciting to me.
- I want everything to be a surprise. And I’m superstitious. I could be extending the superstition that it’s bad luck for the groom to see the dress to everyone.
- I’m embarrassed about what dress I purchased. I am quite certain that my dress was sewn by little children in a sweat shop, or something like that. I’ll bet the companies that made my dress pay no attention to any environmental hazards they might be producing in the wake of creating my dress. I feel a great deal of environmental, human rights and anti consumeristic shame over my dress, and I don’t want the world to know it. So here I go writing it. Here I go confessing my deep, inner shame. I bought a dress from David’s Bridal, the puppy mill of wedding dress boutiques. Shudder. I love the dress, when I don’t think about where it came from. I promise, I’ll do something to make up for the horrible origins of my dress. I’ll donate it. I’ll make it into christening gowns for my babies. I’ll sell it for cheap. I’ll make a donation to Heifer International in the name of the people who sewed it. Something! Anything! Please, oh powers of the universe and all that is good and pure in this world, forgive me!
All of this being said, I’m in this weird conundrum because here I am, blogging about my wedding. That very same wedding that I don’t want to share any details of. What am I doing here? It’s not like a bunch of people actually read this. It’s more of a diary, really. Now that I’ve written all this down, I think I’ll stop linking my Facebook page to this blog. Wow. Yes, this post just took me here. And I seriously wasn’t planning this when I started writing it. That’s the power of inspiration, though, I suppose.
Or maybe I should just get myself a new journal. My journal mysteriously disappeared over the summer. The last time I remember having it in my hands was at Jeremy’s house, in his family room. I was writing in it. But it didn’t make it home with me, and we’ve looked all over his house and not found it. I don’t think I realized how much I’ve been missing it. I never used to keep a journal, but I started this past spring, and I grew pretty attached to it. Maybe that is all I need right now.
Because I would like to share some of my wedding planning with the world. For example, I’m making gouda in my kitchen right now. I’m just writing this while I wait for a clean break. Which I appear to have now. I better go cut the curd. Bye now!