Going to the Chapel

Right about now my cousin Lisa is getting married here.  She and her new husband, Richard, have four dogs between them, and they wanted Lightning, Smokey, Cookie, and Charlie there along with Lisa’s three kids and both sets of parents.  Like me and Neal, they are opting for a big party in July as a follow up to a smaller ceremony.  Maddie and Tilly are not invited to our wedding, though, as they hate being in the car, and Topsmead is about an hour from home.  I don’t think they’ll feel left out.

Tonight Neal and I are going to look at invitations for our May ceremony.  I’ve got a fabu letterpress picked out for the July invitations, and I debated just hand writing notes for the May invites.  I’m afraid that I would get cranky hand writing 25 invitations…I’m hooked on typing and don’t have very pretty cursive.  Here’s hoping we find something we like; I’ve picked a few out online, but want to see some in person before I compare prices and commit to anything. 

Thanks, by the way, for all the good health and birthday wishes.  I have a pretty wimpy constitution, but this "cold" hit me harder than most do.  I hope none of you are experiencing the same thing.  You can’t get that kind of virus from the computer, right? 

Check One Off the To-Do List

On one of the warmest January days I’ve ever experienced in the Northeast, Neal and I found the location for our wedding ceremony.  The grounds are just perfect, and we’ll be able to invite more than the seven people we would have been limited to at Smith College.  We’ll be married next to a stand of old lilac trees, one of my favorites. 

Now to decide on a restaurant for a post-ceremony brunch.  Next: plan the summer party celebration.

Pragmatic

I’m the Creative Child in my family of five kids.  Since I can remember, that’s how my mom and sibs have referred to me, how they’ve excused my differences from them.  I think they’re all creative, they just fear that calling themselves that means they’re weirdos like me. ‘Tevs.  I live in my little world of snow fairies and magic and books and don’t much mind who joins me here.  All (ok, most) are welcome. 

I do have a pragmatic side, though.  A Yankee side.  A sh*t or get off the pot side.  And when my older sister said that Neal and I should see if there is a tax benefit to getting married this year rather than next, I agreed.  Neal agreed.  We’ve both been married before.  We could be pragmatic and have a small family wedding if it meant some serious cash in our pockets. I’ve been poor; I like money in my pocket.  Since the weekend we’ve been trying to figure logistics for our possible quicky wedding.

Neal called the accountant yesterday and found out the benefit isn’t that great.  So the quicky wedding isn’t going to happen.  I admitted to Neal that I’m relieved.  I’m glad to be pragmatic, but I’m happier to know that I’ll be able to enjoy myself and take my time in planning our wedding.  Of course, it’s the marriage that is important, but last time around we both had small weddings.  Mine was in my parents’ living room followed by dinner at a lovely restaurant.  Neal’s was in his parents’ yard.  This time around, I want everyone we know there.  I want a hootinany, and that’s what I’ll have.  Just have to set a date, and I’ll go into full-on planning mode. 

Creatively, of course.

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