Good surprises

In looking for my wedding pictures (we got married in January), I discovered that one of my friend/photograhpers had NOT messed them all up, as I had previously thought. Hurray! Lots of them are still blurry from our moving around, but now we have twice as many decent pictures as we had before, so I am very glad!

That said, I decided to crop this one for my profile picture for this blog - this is me on my WEDDING DAY, so, for heaven's sake, don't EVER expect me to look this good again, 'cus it ain't gonna happen! I was walking from our suite to the ceremony, and I am looking at everyone looking at me through the windows. Yes, I was walking outside, in January, in Vermont. That is my amazing friend Sue helping me - she did my hair too. My mother knitted my mohair shawl and arranged my flowers. We had a handmade wedding - Kevin's tunic was made by his mother and everyone pitched in to do everything: hang lights, take pictures, set up our altar, iron my dress, and finish frosting the cake (which I made- torted pound cake with black raspberry jam - yummy!).

It was grand... everyone liked feeling some proprietary interest in it all, even giving us advice and blessings during the ceremony that Kevin and I ran ourselves (with a UU minister to put the legal stamp on it near the end), and it felt warm and homey, and very comfortable. It also cost us less than the cake alone at most other weddings. How can you beat it?

Ok - enough nostalgia for one day, I promise. Kevin was up all night, acclimating for starting to work 3rd shift tonight. His puttering around kept me from sleeping very well, it is a cloudy day, and my hormones are still doing the loop de loops, so I don't know how much I'll get done today. The bead work for the Weird Challenge is coming along great, so maybe I'll work more on that today - it is pretty mindless. My IS challenge piece is stalled out again, and semi back to the drawing board, and there is DEFINATIVELY no time for such nonsense. I think I need to paint up some new fabric for the womb bit, since the bit I have is a tad too small, and sort of cramping my style. Now if only I can get the colors right again! Probably not, but painting is good therapy anyway, and I finished off the only Phish Phood in the house last night, so I could use it... Wish me luck!