The other night I went to WalMart for some fabric to try decorating with. I wanted something pink to line a basket… And I spied some tulle and netting I thought it’d be fun to play with. It was not-quite-birdcage-size netting, but I thought perhaps it was worth trying it out.
I found two barrettes that had a vintage flourish but were not too bright or overwhelming. Here are the results of my first attempt at veil-making.
The shape was not quite right, I think it needs some more gathering at the barrette to create a little more “curve,” and the netting is a little on the invisible side, but it was fun and interesting how easy it was t create a very simple veil 9if not perfect).
The last picture is a little disaster called “Pixi lipgloss.” I saw some of my shirts and my new sheer-ivory scarf were sort of hanging out in the hallway and getting wrinkly and needed some freshening up. I tossed them in the laundry with some towels that were drying. When I opened the dryer it looked like I’d thrown a cat in there to die, or a roast that had been processed with a lawn mower. Everything was splattered with maroon red and shades of bloody looking lipgloss. The gloss hadn’t even left the vest pocket it had been hanging out in. Ugh. I loved my new scarf. My grandmother offered “Shout” to treat the stains. I began spraying, spraying, spraying. The towels I simply rewashed in hot water with one of those Oxygen cleaners – they came out a bit pink with some splotches but overall they were all right. My scarf and white sweatshirt were still rather disastrous, though. In fact, I’m still working on getting the lipstick out.
My mom arrived back from New Zealand, saying the country was fullo f sheep and entirely beautiful – but rather empty and with nothing to bring home. She was too tired to give a full story, but I updated her on how wedding prep was going so far, so good and hung out with her until she began to really fall asleep.
Falling asleep for me was more difficult. My fiance and I had a long drawn conversation. One of those that started on the right foot but due to some misunderstanding and misinterpretation on both our behalf – it become an entirely different exchange halfway through. The general topic was our expectations for the honeymoon. In the end, were were asking each others forgiveness. By the time I finally fell asleep it was nearly 5am (again). Birds were chirping and rain was falling steadily, soothing me to sleep. I was glad we ended on a good note, however. Anticipating seeing one another. He is feeling very worn out (without even having had to plan much for the wedding), and said he was nervous about the week ahead with the preparations wrapping up, and with the need to be the “host” in a way to all these people he doesn’t know. I think he doesn’t want to be back on square one this time – but now with my entire family squad there to press and prod him on who he is and what he’s all about! Understandable. I think they will be kind to him though, rather than press and pressure. Let’s hope anyway!
The really important thing is that we, before God, are entering into a covenant to be wed and to make our two lives one from there on out. However the rest goes is actually just details. Hopefully joyful, wonderful details, but it is “details.” The most important thing is what is about to happen in our minds & hearts before God and witnessed by the family and friends gathering around on June 7th.
