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I went to lunch on the weekend with friends, having been told that there would be a 'special announcement'. No one was really surprised when an engagement ring was produced.Two courses later, we all found ourselves gathering on the lawn outside for the actual wedding!
It was beautiful and surprising. I must go and collect children from school but there's lots more to tell you and, of course, a few hundred photos that I must wade through.
Dear Manufacturers,
I have an important message for those of you responsible for the packaging of
a) Finish Dishwasher Powder
b) Chupa Chups
c) Leggo's Tomato Paste tubs
Make the employees drink instant coffee at their breaks for a week and spend the saved money on researching wrapping that your customers can actually open.
Yours frustratedly,
Von
Sparkly is a graduate of The Daytime TV School of Facial Expressions: if it's subtle, you're not trying hard enough. She likes to practice her craft when unwrapping birthday presents. It's a treat.
How I love this little Vonerable. She makes every occasion an event.
Political and tectonic upheaval are difficult to embrace on a chatty, happy snap blog like mine. What I will say is, I am haunted by the image of a white van, miniaturised by the perspective of the helicopter filming it, racing towards the tsunami in northern Japan two weeks ago. Many vehicles, in fact. Some hurtling off roadways to escape the water. Some stopping, perhaps in recognition of the futility of their efforts. Some furiously driving just ahead of the surge. I'm not sure if they made it. I suspect they didn't.
Unimaginable, all of it. Not the visual, because we had a veritable tidal wave of that, didn't we? But trying to imagine what it must have been like to experience that Friday...to be in that little white van. My heart, like yours, and my prayers are given each time I remember.
I don't do pearls. Too matronly. Not on others, just me. But if I was nine, I'd wear several strands and I wouldn't need a reason.
See what I mean?
We're still vacuuming up feathers. Still eating cake. Still wearing all the fake pearls and evening gowns. Even on the trampoline.
A few weeks ago, Killer and I had the honour of performing the wedding service for young friends, assisted with the official bits by the bride's father, a pastor. It was such an incredible experience to be intimately involved in such a sacred moment. To chat with the nervous groom immediately before the service, to see the bride's eye's moisten from two feet away, to read the vows for her to repeat. Unexpected and unrivalled.
To our absolute astonishment, another young couple who we are very dear to us, have asked if we would do the same for them! Ummmmm, YES!!
Both these girls worked for us as nannies when the children were much younger and have become like family. I am actually amazed that they would even want to be in our lives after seeing my spectacular 5.00pm meltowns and knowing me in such a real way (which reminds me of this thought-provoking post). in fact, their continuing friendship is as much a surprise and honour as being invited to conduct their weddings.
So, in about three weeks, we will standing before them, with another friend who is a pastor, asking them to if they 'do'. We met tonight to iron out some of the details and I have to say, there's a new breed of bride, people. These girls have both been super organised without being control freaks. They have stayed focused on the main game: that all the details are secondary to the actual point of the day.
