Monday, October 30, 2006
p.s.
Stay tuned for my teaching adventures! To be posted whenever I can tear myself away from planning and marking...
Of Weddings and such
Hmm, I kept meaning to update this thing and I kept not doing it. Until now that is. What happened in bit of time in between? I got married, went on honeymoon, and somehow managed to acquire a teaching job. *gasp*
My wedding day passed in such a blur that by the next morning I still didn't realize what had happened. Movies don't seem to mention the sheer stress involved in getting hitched. From the moment I woke up I felt like someone else. I watched this person get made up, get transported to the venue and then step into this very fancy dress. I then came back into my body only to be a huge bundle of nerves. My hands were sweating and I began to feel like I couldn't breathe. My makeup/hairsylist continually blotted at my face and reapplied lipstick. By the time I was ready to walk down the aisle, I had at least 50 layers of powder and lipstick on my face.
I vaguely remember the wedding ceremony and looking at my oh-so-almost-husband. I remember repeating after the commissioner and then taking photographs. I didn't taste much of my dinner and kind of floated through the rest of the evening. There it was I was married! Do remember this is partly tongue-in-cheek. I was quite happy to be a bride. Just a little dazed by it all.
What does a person do with their wedding dress? Grooms just give back their rented tuxes but a bride usually buys her dress. Mine is hanging forlornly in the closet, neatly covered by plastic and wondering when it'll see the light of day once more. I can't bring myself to tell it it'll never see the light of day again. So I guess it stays in my closet? And thusly moves from closet to closet whenever I change locations? I feel like my dress deserves better treatment than that. Maybe I'll have it bronzed and it can stand regally in the middle of our apartment.
This newly married person is going to sign off now. Hope you're all doing well.
My wedding day passed in such a blur that by the next morning I still didn't realize what had happened. Movies don't seem to mention the sheer stress involved in getting hitched. From the moment I woke up I felt like someone else. I watched this person get made up, get transported to the venue and then step into this very fancy dress. I then came back into my body only to be a huge bundle of nerves. My hands were sweating and I began to feel like I couldn't breathe. My makeup/hairsylist continually blotted at my face and reapplied lipstick. By the time I was ready to walk down the aisle, I had at least 50 layers of powder and lipstick on my face.
I vaguely remember the wedding ceremony and looking at my oh-so-almost-husband. I remember repeating after the commissioner and then taking photographs. I didn't taste much of my dinner and kind of floated through the rest of the evening. There it was I was married! Do remember this is partly tongue-in-cheek. I was quite happy to be a bride. Just a little dazed by it all.
What does a person do with their wedding dress? Grooms just give back their rented tuxes but a bride usually buys her dress. Mine is hanging forlornly in the closet, neatly covered by plastic and wondering when it'll see the light of day once more. I can't bring myself to tell it it'll never see the light of day again. So I guess it stays in my closet? And thusly moves from closet to closet whenever I change locations? I feel like my dress deserves better treatment than that. Maybe I'll have it bronzed and it can stand regally in the middle of our apartment.
This newly married person is going to sign off now. Hope you're all doing well.
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