October 13, 2004
There is nothing I enjoy more than a raucous wedding celebration. Thirteen years ago today, such folkloric doings were taking place in Lower Manhattan, and I was the one holding onto the chair and screaming. (In a demure, bride-like way.) Here is a snapshot of the huppah, which the Judge kept calling the ‘hoop-a’. Even to a Lutheran girl from Nebraska, that sounded Wrong. (Note: Huppah photo has been cropped to obscure the cattle prods that assisted in getting Hubby down the aisle. Aw, just kidding. At age 42, he was SO ready to stop having all that fun and make a Lifetime Commitment, already.)
Fun facts: Nobody at our wedding had a cell phone. All arrangements were made without Google. And most shocking of all, I was unable to blog about it. I barely was able to email people about it. Times were hard: I think I could only email people in my office. In 1991, email was pretty new-fangled if you worked for the Government.
For those considering eloping: One great benefit of having a wedding is that years later, you have pictures of people who are gone, whom you cherished, but of whom you would not otherwise have a good picture. In these pictures, they are dressed up and coiffed and spritzed and looking fab. They are hugging and kissing. They are eating hors d’oeuvres. They are dancing. These pictures are even more precious to me than the ones proving that I once had a waist.
At the time, I was a year away from renewing my vows to Knitting. I could not have imagined that I would ever be knitting anything like this:
This little number is Soccer Pullover. I think of it as Phase I in my Strategic Plan for World Domination (and to Grow My Own Recycled Denim). I patched together the pattern from Kate Buller’s Style Your Own Kids Knits (ultra-basic pullover design) and Little Badger Knitwear (soccer-ball chart). Denim devotees will note this exquisite detail: the soccer ball uses the Elusive Discontinued Black Denim, which I’m hoping will be more distinct from the dark indigo main color after the requisite hot wash ‘n dry. I’ll let you know how it comes out.
Time sure flies when you’re having fun.