ah, blessed silence.
i sit in my house, no music, no TV, no sound other than the house noises & my fingers tip-tapping on the keyboard. it's no wonder God calls us to rest because the refreshment it gives can last as long as we allow it.
i've been doing much thinking about life, love, happiness, joy, abundance & blessings. of course i'm not naive enough to leave it at that as those are always juxtaposed with things like sacrifice, fear, frustration, despair, & need. it makes sense, though, that these aforementioned things would never shine so brightly if they weren't placed ona background of these other things. the negative space giving background to the positive space, so to speak.
heh. that's one of my spiffy finds as i've been browsing the web in search of new & interesting design opportunities. i now have the capability of some smashing designers, but my ideas are a bit muddled. i was seeking inspiration but got sidetracked by such delectable tidbits as these recycolpedia buttons, this recycled knack album journal (anybody know why they hold a special place in my heart?), these reproduction fabrics from the '20s & from the '50s, these fabulous bracelets, & last (but most certainly not least) spiffy wrappying paper. mmmmmmmm, crisp, hip & droolable designery right there.
is plain & unadulterated lusting after such items lessened if & when they are made of recycled materials? i mean, in that case does it negate the materialism of some of it? so, i like pretty things, preferably pretty things that are usable.
on a completely different note, the wedding came off with a hitch. i know, bad punnery is minus 15 points. at any rate, the bride & groom embarked upon their voyage through the carribbean. i might be slightly jealous to be undisturbed for a week, sailing on the water, sunning myself, & frolicking with a new spouse. one day.
as maid of honor it was simply my job to make the bride not turn into bridezilla, a feat i've practiced many times before (i remind you of exhibit a, my business card with my title shown as bridesmaid extraordinaire). i was challenged more than usual (which is, of course, something i like generally). the bride's mother neglected to remove the bridal train from it's cramped positioning in the garment bag, thusly putting a gazillion tiny wrinkles into the satin train. then the same mom made a grave error when she was unable to locate her hand steamer & the iron brought to the church for the same purpose was woefully inadequate.
no steam for you, come back one year.
(deena didn't really like when i said that.)
after we established that it would never be wrinkle-free & that everybody would be too stunned looking at her to even pay attention to the train, we assumed we would finish taking all the pictures before the wedding. that didn't happen. what also didn't happen was worse. neither the sister of the bride (the director), nor the friend with the wedding rings, had returned to the church as of ten minutes before the wedding started.
several frantic minutes later (& two feet that felt as if they were on fire from pounding concrete in uncushioned strappy sandals trying to do everything to make this happen), we were ringless. her sister arrived at that point & collectively we immediately decided to go to plan b, using deena's brother-in-law's ring for philip & deena's grandmother's ring for her. with the proper (but not so proper as to be the actual selected rings) in tow, we waltzed down the aisle.
no sooner had the bride been escorted down the aisle than we see the errant friend with the rings enter the back of the church. since i didn't anticipate anything could be done to get the rings to me except during a prayer (as i'm right next to the bride), i look down to see her sister crawling up the side aisle of the church & stage-whispering (so that everyone in the state of north carolina could hear her), "sharon, here's the ring!".
right then.
all's well that ends well. they got their rings, they got married, they were beautiful. another successful connection is formed. i'm so happy for them both & they are quite prayered.
yet another thing to add in that positive background. they've weathered some storms & grown closer because of it.
now i'm all teary-eyed.
i sit in my house, no music, no TV, no sound other than the house noises & my fingers tip-tapping on the keyboard. it's no wonder God calls us to rest because the refreshment it gives can last as long as we allow it.
i've been doing much thinking about life, love, happiness, joy, abundance & blessings. of course i'm not naive enough to leave it at that as those are always juxtaposed with things like sacrifice, fear, frustration, despair, & need. it makes sense, though, that these aforementioned things would never shine so brightly if they weren't placed ona background of these other things. the negative space giving background to the positive space, so to speak.
heh. that's one of my spiffy finds as i've been browsing the web in search of new & interesting design opportunities. i now have the capability of some smashing designers, but my ideas are a bit muddled. i was seeking inspiration but got sidetracked by such delectable tidbits as these recycolpedia buttons, this recycled knack album journal (anybody know why they hold a special place in my heart?), these reproduction fabrics from the '20s & from the '50s, these fabulous bracelets, & last (but most certainly not least) spiffy wrappying paper. mmmmmmmm, crisp, hip & droolable designery right there.
is plain & unadulterated lusting after such items lessened if & when they are made of recycled materials? i mean, in that case does it negate the materialism of some of it? so, i like pretty things, preferably pretty things that are usable.
on a completely different note, the wedding came off with a hitch. i know, bad punnery is minus 15 points. at any rate, the bride & groom embarked upon their voyage through the carribbean. i might be slightly jealous to be undisturbed for a week, sailing on the water, sunning myself, & frolicking with a new spouse. one day.
as maid of honor it was simply my job to make the bride not turn into bridezilla, a feat i've practiced many times before (i remind you of exhibit a, my business card with my title shown as bridesmaid extraordinaire). i was challenged more than usual (which is, of course, something i like generally). the bride's mother neglected to remove the bridal train from it's cramped positioning in the garment bag, thusly putting a gazillion tiny wrinkles into the satin train. then the same mom made a grave error when she was unable to locate her hand steamer & the iron brought to the church for the same purpose was woefully inadequate.
no steam for you, come back one year.
(deena didn't really like when i said that.)
after we established that it would never be wrinkle-free & that everybody would be too stunned looking at her to even pay attention to the train, we assumed we would finish taking all the pictures before the wedding. that didn't happen. what also didn't happen was worse. neither the sister of the bride (the director), nor the friend with the wedding rings, had returned to the church as of ten minutes before the wedding started.
several frantic minutes later (& two feet that felt as if they were on fire from pounding concrete in uncushioned strappy sandals trying to do everything to make this happen), we were ringless. her sister arrived at that point & collectively we immediately decided to go to plan b, using deena's brother-in-law's ring for philip & deena's grandmother's ring for her. with the proper (but not so proper as to be the actual selected rings) in tow, we waltzed down the aisle.
no sooner had the bride been escorted down the aisle than we see the errant friend with the rings enter the back of the church. since i didn't anticipate anything could be done to get the rings to me except during a prayer (as i'm right next to the bride), i look down to see her sister crawling up the side aisle of the church & stage-whispering (so that everyone in the state of north carolina could hear her), "sharon, here's the ring!".
right then.
all's well that ends well. they got their rings, they got married, they were beautiful. another successful connection is formed. i'm so happy for them both & they are quite prayered.
yet another thing to add in that positive background. they've weathered some storms & grown closer because of it.
now i'm all teary-eyed.
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