Tag Archives: wedding

Dearly Beloved . . . . .

. . . . . oops! We’re not all seated yet!

Beach wedding Italy Quick Maya! Go sit with Nonna!

Too quick for me, Maya is this week’s photo challenge subject of Blur. Little Maya was too excited to keep still for long. We thought she would insist on being the wedding celebrant but she reluctantly decided to let her grandfather conduct the ceremony before taking her seat.

Wedding in the Woods

Do you remember the Cathedral tree from last week?

How's this for a wedding venue?
How’s this for a wedding venue?

In case you couldn’t read the sign in the trees:

Isn't this a lovely sentiment for a wedding?
Isn’t this a lovely sentiment for a wedding?

They are now planning a replacement cathedral at Trees of Mystery:

You can book now but you may have to wait a little while for your wedding.
You can book now but you may have to wait a little while for your wedding.
Can you hang on for 600 years?
Can you hang on for 600 years?

Then this is what it will look like:

Cathedral Tree, Trees of Mystery, Northern California
You’ll just have to imagine the tress at twice this height. My wide angle wasn’t wide enough!

The Pink Notebook and Cushions

Some things just aren’t worth trying to explain to our other halves.

We had access to an office suite with two online computers at the apartment complex where we started our stay in the United States. It was a small room so quite difficult to tune out other people’s conversations. I was surfing mindlessly when I overheard the following conversation between a young woman and her other half:

“When we finish here we need to go to Office Depot or Staples or somewhere so I can buy a pink notebook and some pink pens.”


“So I can start planning my sister’s wedding.”

“You need a special notebook for that?”



“I just do.”


“They’ll help me with my planning.”


“I don’t know.”

“I don’t get it.”

It was still amicable at that point but he clearly was showing no signs of comprehension of her needs and she was at a loss to explain. I couldn’t stand it any longer so butted in, “It’s a girl thing. You’re not meant to understand.” Startled to be interrupted, they both turned to me then laughed fortunately instead of telling me to mind my own business.

“Ah, I get it now,” he grinned. “So while you go to the store,” he said to her, “I’ll stay at home and drink beer.”

“Yes, and that’s a guy thing,” I laughed and we all went back to our computers.

Jimmy and I demonstrated this same relationship yin and yang when buying cushions for our new apartment from a heap marked 75% off.

“Why do you want them?”

“The sofa doesn’t look right without them.”

“It looks fine to me and they just get in the way.”

“This isn’t your area of expertise. Go and look at some wine while I choose them,” but he was afraid to leave me alone with a pile of wildly discounted cushions. “I’ll have two rust-colored ones and one gold one.”

“Why do you need three?”

I didn’t bother to try to explain that two cushions wouldn’t look right, that sometimes an odd number is better, that the rust cushions would link to the pattern on the gold cushion and the gold color would link to the sofa. He’s a man and cushions are just redundant. For redundant the thesaurus suggests uncalled-for. Jimmy would agree.

“They’re only five dollars.” I mean really, how much more explanation do you need? So he resigned himself to doing his man thing, checked the cushions for flaws and then carried them out of the shop.

They disintegrated within weeks but himself had the good grace not to pursue the cushion issue further.

But I say cushions are versatile and attractive additions to any home. Wouldn’t you agree?

Don’t they look nice all on their own?