Somebody Told Me

Somebody told me that, although we didn't remotely match, we were the most cohesive bridal party that they had ever seen. It's true, we all looked like rock stars!

Thanks for the cups of tea and the karaoke session in the car. Thanks for the love and the friendship. Thanks for being there.

2010 will be a good year, I think.

While stealing a quiet moment together, I turned to my husband and said,

"Look at all these people, Leigh. Every single one of them really loves us!"

As we stumbled towards the hotel from our wedding reception, back in my sensible boots and armed with treats from the day, the feeling we kept returning to was the overwhelming amount of love that we had experienced. The entire day was spent basking in the joy we felt about each other, and the excitement and support of our community. The people in our lives, both daily and less frequently, are the reason that we got married in the way that we did. As we had our celebrant explain on the day, it will be their presence, their act of wittnessing, and their endorsement of our marriage which will hold us to account for the promises we made. We are not an island. No matter how deeply we stare into eachother, we can not and will not cancel out the world around us, so it is important that our community is on board from the get go. After all, there may come a time when we need them to kick us in the pants and remind us of what we said, why we said it, and they all saw us say it, so we'd better lift our game.

Of Elephants and Gingerbread Construction.

A Merry Christmas to all.

Gingerbread House by Maeve and Me
Photographs by Me
Lighting by Amy
Eating by One and All

The Dream Machine

The knot is tied, the vows said, the rings exchanged, the promises made and sealed with a scorching hot kiss! We are married and for the past two weeks we have been driving around in our beast of a vehicle, camping in quiet spaces, hiking to waterfalls and mountain tops, not getting sunburnt, eating, and loving each other to bits. There are busy times on the cards, but in my limited spare moments I try to will recapture in words and pictures the beautiful experience, which was our wedding day. For now, just love. In this season and all others.

Photo (by me) is of Bertha hiding among the paper daisys at the Grampians.

we're getting closer...

...just 11 sleeps until the we be wed...

...almost there!

I think I'm addicted to Scrabble.

No, really. We've had a friend staying at our place and the two of us have been playing a lot of Scrabble, at least one game a day. It's very enjoyable for us because we are quite evenly matched. We're competitive enough to be motivating (and, I think, both secretly more so than we would admit) but light hearted enough about it that we don't mind helping each other out, especially to get a lovely or rare word on the board. I knew that I had been enjoying the games and had come to expect one with my morning cup of tea (sometimes setting up the board before my friend was even out of bed) but I started to suspect that I may be developing a problem when I found myself sitting up until four in the morning playing Scrabble with myself! Addiction or not, you can't beat the thrill of tallying up 51 points for 'pacifist' at 3.30 am.


In other news, we are three Saturdays from launch and project wedding is coming together very nicely. Most of the big stuff is taken care of, allowing us to focus on details and logistics. We wrote our ceremony the other day, which involved a lot of concioius evalution of the ideas and feelings that have come up for us during the process of planning our wedding. I'm a big believer in the importance of process (by which I mean, the thinking, playing and reflecting involved in making and doing) and I would like, at some point in the near future, to write an essay or two based on the ideas that have come out of it. So I'm trying to write things down while they are fresh, but I'll need some breathing space before I can make anything of it.

Wishing you all cheer with your morning cuppa...