My real fake life is happening over here!

For my benefit, and maybe for avichan, the German tradition of bridal ornaments.

( Because some traditions have such glorious novelty...Collapse )

So because the sets of blown glass are hideous, I think I am going to make it my quest to gather these things before 25 December to hang on our tree this year and every year hereafter.

Only because every time I watch this it moves me even more.

Cross posted to Return of the Girl.

Seated by the fire in a tissue weight turtle neck. The weather is fine enough for both, and storytelling, too. The best ones have more than one teller, our interruptions building each after the other, gestures cast in shadow against patio chairs and pavement. The hiss of old logs are a whispering chorus, the chatter of a restless audience. They weren't there and had to be, I guess.

We bought wine glasses today to toast with at the wedding, and after. It seems like we keep bringing permanent things into the house, though we've lived here now, together, for years. Even white plastic light switch covers seem an improvement, a cozy touch compared with the standards stained with age. On our grocery list M scratched things to buy when we come back from the honeymoon. Perhaps my excitement over light fixtures and ceramic tile is indicative of how old and idle I'm getting.

Though the champagne flutes weren't on sale and we wouldn't pay full price. Maybe we aren't so gentile after all.

Cross posted to Return of the Girl.

In one month I will be married. My new means of composing my Mrs. Bennet-esque nerves involve the following considerations.

I will look beautiful on my wedding day, but it will be neither the only nor the last day that I will.

No one will remember - hopefully - my tears over fluorescent lighting, breaches of etiquette, unexpected blemishes, or compromised music selections when I cry at the altar. I will take a hand I have known so well and that has known me, but it will be my husband's hand, and I will be his wife.

This is a day I will share, less than an hour for every month that I have prepared, with my friends and my family. All of the rest of my hours, the months and years of my life, will be spent building something far bigger and more special than a wedding day: my marriage.

I will be neither fearful nor undone by the unexpected, be it cake frosting, trailing hems, or quarrelsome relations, because I never expected love, and it has been the greatest influence of my life.

So I've watched this like five times and the last time I cried.

( If you haven't seen it already, this feels like sheer joy...Collapse )

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Nothing like getting a new dance pad for DDR for Valentine's Day and then playing with your fiance.

( My Valentine for You, Courtesy of Jemaine and BretCollapse )

Could this be more indulgent and lovely? I think not. Loves for lilithschilde for sharing!

( Rose/Ten, you are my OTPCollapse )