The Wedding

(Waiting at the altar.  Photo © 2009 by Robin)

Well.  Here it is.  The wedding post.  I have to warn you:  It’s long.  Very long.  Very, very long.  And I spent entirely too much time on the hair and make-up thing.  It shouldn’t have been a big deal but it kinda’ was so it seemed worthy of the time.  Anyway, enjoy or turn back now.  (I’d turn back if I were you.  If you’re interested in today’s photo and post, scroll down.  It’s there.  And much shorter.)

I did not take many pictures at the wedding or the reception.  I wanted to enjoy the ceremony and celebrations without worries about the camera or good shots or any of that.  Besides, they had a professional photographer they were paying to take care of capturing the moments.  I can purchase photos from him if I so desire.  The few photos I did take are not all that great, but they caught what I wanted to catch (such as my father up there, behind the groom).

To be honest, the wedding and reception are all sort of a blur.  A good blur with lots of wonderful feelings, but a blur nonetheless.  My recall might be better if I start at the beginning of the day when I went off to have my hair and make-up done.

What an excellent idea that turned out to be!  After having my hair washed, cut, and then styled, I blurted out, “I’m so glad I did this!”  My stylist or hairdresser or whatever they call themselves these days looked at me a little puzzled so I clarified it for her:  It was nice to sit back, relax, and let someone else do all the work for me.  I felt pampered, I did.

I loved what Dianne did with my hair.  Then we went off to do make-up.  Scary stuff, make-up.  I don’t wear it very often, mostly because I don’t know how to apply it properly.  When I do venture to put some on I feel self-conscious, as if I just slathered myself with clown make-up.  Dianne started with foundation, something I practiced putting on for a few days before the wedding (precisely because I didn’t want to feel like I’d just been slathered with clown make-up).  Once that was done, she started on my eyebrows.  That’s where things got really frightening.  As a lighthaired person, my eyebrows are almost invisible.  Dianne penciled them in and made them look bigger and wider.  I didn’t quite recognize myself.  At some point I had her tone down the eyebrows a little (she powdered over them) because it was too much for me.

By the time Dianne finished I was pretty pleased with it all.  Then I stepped outside into the sunlight and looked at myself in the car’s rearview mirror.  I was afraid to go home.  Even worse, I was afraid that when I got home I’d end up washing it all off.

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The house

(040:  Saturday evening on the pond.  Photo © 2009 by Robin)

If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say:  the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

~ Gaston Bachelard

I took this photo on Saturday evening while M and I were pedalling around the pond in the pedal boat at sunset.  It was a lovely evening, some of which I caught in photos.  My camera battery died when we got to the best part of the sunset which was just as well.  It allowed me to enjoy the sunset instead of framing it through the view finder.  (A little trivia:  My camera has an LCD screen but I rarely use it as I find it awkward.)

As many of you know, M and I painted the back of the house in sunset colors.  I like this photo because the colors we drew from as our inspiration are there in the clouds and the reflections in the water.  It was on an evening such as this, while out on the pond in the pedal boat, that we decided to add that touch of whimsy to the house.

I should have the wedding day post up later today.  I’ll be out in the garden, ruthlessly pulling weeds no matter how pretty the flowers happen to be, and will work on finishing up the post when I take breaks from being ruthless.