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Tin, Aluminum, or Diamonds?
I'm going to go with an arcade, a movie, and hopefully hitting one of our favorite Italian restaurants.
Ten years ago today, we were worrying about rain ruining our pictures, whether any of the guests would cause a scene, and what sort of antics the DJ might pull. The colors were purples and greens (we went with the spectrum of those colors so there were no freak outs of one thing not matching) and our theme was this sort of fantasy mixed up with carousel horses. My mom had kept the horse I had on the swingset as a kid in the backyard against the fence when the swingset came down -- because, as mom would say, if it has a face, it's hard to throw away. It was mounted on a wood block and repainted and decked out with flowers and became the centerpiece of the whole wedding. Ice sculptures or big baskets of flowers? Nah, gimme a carousel horse.
When I was a kid growing up, I was so afraid of horses. I thought that they might open their mouths like alligators, so I was not the child who wanted pony rides (I rode a pony once when I was twelve and seriously had to be introduced to the pony -- his name was Fella -- first; I've never ridden a horse). BUT, little girls are so exposed to horses and unicorns and the like -- loved unicorns (I guess I figured they didn't have hinged jaws). So I painted pictures of them, but mostly, carousel horses, because they never move; I suppose that saved my parents the grief of the whole 'no you can't have a horse/pony/Pegasus' that they had to deal with regarding my little sister.
We had wanted a Casablanca themed wedding, but we couldn't find a trench coat that would work for me :( So we just kind of threw some things together and luckily they worked. Fun fact: My dress and veil had feathers on them. They were handmade; so were the dresses for the bridesmaids. I was married in a year that long sleeves were in, and that wasn't happening.
Everyone always has that one horrible thing that goes wrong, and for us it was the pictures. While the photographer came and did a beautiful job, she didn't get back to us for some time. We kept calling, no replies. Finally, we get a call back -- from her husband. Seems they were going through a bad divorce, and she wasn't getting back to anyone, but we described the wedding to her husband and he brought us two albums of proofs. We were never able to get in touch with her after that, so while we never got any of our larger pictures of the package that we were supposed to, we ended up just keeping all of the proof copies and I think he might have brought the negatives, too... anyhow, we've been able to make the larger copies on our own (I know, technically, you're not supposed to, but in a case of a breached contract when you can't find the person, I wasn't going to wait around just to make prints for my family.) As it stood, the picture that was done the best wasn't a professional one, but one my grandmother took. Go figure.
Alright, husband is up... time to go find out what sort of fun he's got planned for today...
Ten years ago today, we were worrying about rain ruining our pictures, whether any of the guests would cause a scene, and what sort of antics the DJ might pull. The colors were purples and greens (we went with the spectrum of those colors so there were no freak outs of one thing not matching) and our theme was this sort of fantasy mixed up with carousel horses. My mom had kept the horse I had on the swingset as a kid in the backyard against the fence when the swingset came down -- because, as mom would say, if it has a face, it's hard to throw away. It was mounted on a wood block and repainted and decked out with flowers and became the centerpiece of the whole wedding. Ice sculptures or big baskets of flowers? Nah, gimme a carousel horse.
When I was a kid growing up, I was so afraid of horses. I thought that they might open their mouths like alligators, so I was not the child who wanted pony rides (I rode a pony once when I was twelve and seriously had to be introduced to the pony -- his name was Fella -- first; I've never ridden a horse). BUT, little girls are so exposed to horses and unicorns and the like -- loved unicorns (I guess I figured they didn't have hinged jaws). So I painted pictures of them, but mostly, carousel horses, because they never move; I suppose that saved my parents the grief of the whole 'no you can't have a horse/pony/Pegasus' that they had to deal with regarding my little sister.
We had wanted a Casablanca themed wedding, but we couldn't find a trench coat that would work for me :( So we just kind of threw some things together and luckily they worked. Fun fact: My dress and veil had feathers on them. They were handmade; so were the dresses for the bridesmaids. I was married in a year that long sleeves were in, and that wasn't happening.
Everyone always has that one horrible thing that goes wrong, and for us it was the pictures. While the photographer came and did a beautiful job, she didn't get back to us for some time. We kept calling, no replies. Finally, we get a call back -- from her husband. Seems they were going through a bad divorce, and she wasn't getting back to anyone, but we described the wedding to her husband and he brought us two albums of proofs. We were never able to get in touch with her after that, so while we never got any of our larger pictures of the package that we were supposed to, we ended up just keeping all of the proof copies and I think he might have brought the negatives, too... anyhow, we've been able to make the larger copies on our own (I know, technically, you're not supposed to, but in a case of a breached contract when you can't find the person, I wasn't going to wait around just to make prints for my family.) As it stood, the picture that was done the best wasn't a professional one, but one my grandmother took. Go figure.
Alright, husband is up... time to go find out what sort of fun he's got planned for today...