Another wedding - this time I did the flowers

The lovely wedding of Lucie, Tom's cousin, and Mike. I was lucky enough to do the flowers.

Avalanche roses, feeling green chrysanthemums, bear grass, lissianthus, statis, carnations, spider chrysanthemums, soft ruscus, ivy, carnations.

They seemed very happy indeed to be getting married, and I loved the horse and carriage.

 

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A Joyous Day

 We're sat at home this evening snuggled up, tired through and through from a weekend of partying and dancing. We went up to High Wycombe on Friday for the wedding of our good friend Mel from university to the lovely Ian, the brother of another of our university friends, Jess. To complete the picture, Jess is engaged to Mel's best friend, Andy. I know I know.

On the way, we stopped off to see my friends at Sandham Memorial Chapel, and enjoyed plenty of tea and cake and chat with our art. Once we made it to High Wycombe, we dropped our stuff off at Mel's dad's house, and did a spot of tie shopping whilst the wedding party did the wedding rehearsal. Then we met up with them all for a meal and had much fun teasing the soon to be marrieds.

We were staying at Mel's dad's to allow me to be up bright and early on the Saturday morning to do the hair for Mel and her three bridesmaids. I was also drafted in as blusher monitor and buttonhole pinneronner. Tom sorted out balloons for the reception and some surprise balloons for Mel as a present for Ian.

So after the swirling excitment of mass getting ready, we pottered off to the church, with me hobbling along in my best nude heels. I had pimped my wedding hat with blue feathers in honour of Mel's longstanding love affair with the colour blue, and our other friends had also managed some blue clothing.

The service was lovely with barnstorming hymns, and very meaningful prayers. And it was lovely to see our friends getting married after 9 years of being together. They've weathered some storms in those years, and are generous and loving friends. It was just so special to witness their marriage.

After the service we were off to the hotel for the reception where we enjoyed some very tasty food, some funny and moving speeches, and lots and lots of dancing. I especially enjoyed jiving away with Tom, and doing the Mr. Brightside dance with the chaplaincy folks. The dancing went on to the wee smalls and was superb.

We woke in the morning to slightly sore heads, a breakfast buffet and much much fun decorating the couples getaway car. Once we'd waved them off, we went for a BBQ at the groom's parents and did the obligatory photo post mortem over tasty food.

It's been such a happy and exciting weekend!

 

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Monday monday

Excuse me I'm going to whinge:

I'm nearing the end of a few days off and feeling guilty for taking them as my web editors needed me and I wasn't there.

We've been trying to paint the woodwork in the hall and it's been so boring we're still on 1.5 coats. If I can just muster up some gumption I might finish it and we can look at getting a carpet tomorrow. Boring grown up middle class pointless things.

We went to see Rich, Clair, Nikki and Dan for Dan's birthday on Saturday. A picnic in the car park of Scotney Castle and then an afternoon lazing in front of films whilst the boys went Ape, followed by an excellent chinese meal at Chow's in Westerham.

So no Easter flower arranging for me. I got plenty on knitting done in front of the telly though. Nice to see them.

Had a mooch with my parents around Salisbury today. Currently trying to decide what to do with the cooking apples from our veg box. Feeling awful for upsetting a friend. Back is killing me.

Nothing feels right, everything feels out of sorts.

Someone's told me I should be happy I have my youth and health. I should. I should.

I want to knit, but I don't have the right yarn or a reason. I want to sew but both sewing machines are inoperative.

Ok whinge over.

Thanksgiving:
I have all the superficial material things the world deems necessary to make me a success
I have a loving set of friends and family who still care about me even when I mess up
I live in a country with a great health care system
I have at least another 50 years ahead of me God willing
I have a caring husband who doesn't whinge at me when I get bored of painting

Easter thoughts

Reposting this, because I love it. I ask for forgiveness that I wasn't
brave enough to ask to read this out at church.

Because He is Risen

Because He is risen
Spring is possible
In all the cold hard places
Gripped by winter
And freedom jumps the queue
To take fear’s place
as our focus
Because He is risen

Because He is risen
My future is an epic novel
Where once it was a mere short story
My contract on life is renewed in perpetuity
My options are open-ended
My travel plans are cosmic
Because He is risen

Because He is risen
Healing is on order and assured
And every disability will bow
Before the endless dance of his ability
And my grave too will open
When my life is restored
For this frail and fragile body
Will not be the final word
on my condition
Because He is risen

Because He is risen
Hunger will go begging in the streets
For want of a home
And selfishness will have a shortened shelf-life
And we will throng to the funeral of famine
And dance on the callous grave of war
And poverty will be history
In our history
Because He is risen

And because He is risen
A fire burns in my bones
And my eyes see possibilities
And my heart hears hope
Like a whisper on the wind
And the song that rises in me
Will not be silenced
As life disrupts
This shadowed place of death
Like a butterfly under the skin
And death itself
Runs terrified to hide
Because He is risen

Gerard Kelly: Spoken Worship

Uncertainty

We're living with a lot of uncertainty right now. Mostly employment
related, which means I can't write freely about it on here. Mostly, it
sucks.

I'm always one who never leaves a job until something is lined up, so
facing a gap in my CV is hard.

To try and block all this out, I've enjoyed a simple weekend at home.
We've mainly gardened, planting seeds, clearing rubbish, scrubbing our
decking. All very middle aged and boring to some. But lovely to me.
There's such hope in planting seeds, especially planting ones I don't
know if we'll be around to enjoy.

There's vegetables, from chilli peppers to broccoli and sunflowers,
sweetpeas, and nasturtiums. I have dreams of nasturtiums, morning
glory and sweetpeas climbing up John's erection (the name for our
pergola) above our bench, We've grand plans to turn an old pallet into
a vertical lettuce and leaves planter.

I've been knitting alot again too, resting in the rhythm of the
needles slipping from hand to hand. Lots of beautiful small things for
new people.