Sunday Scribbling #130

This weeks prompt is Wedding.

There is a part of me that is considered posting my first wedding story because it is flat out insane and makes a great read.  It also proves that poor union was doomed from the start. 

But, no one wants to remember that one- not me, not my former spouse and certianly not Sunny (which is the current one, but saying that sounds like he is the flavor of the week and well that is just not right!)

So, let me get back to what I am SUPPOSED to be writing about…

Wedding.
This one, that took place almost a year ago (one month from tomorrow), in Ames, Iowa.
(I love that town)

October 27th, 2007.

It was an awesome fall day-not even to chilly.  The most awesome thing about this event was the bride (me) had gotten over all of her “it has to be perfect” typical bride bitchiness. I did all of that the first time around. 

This time it would be completely stress free.
Seriously.

About 3 weeks before the wedding our special orders from India arrived.  Sunny’s was perfect and totally wearable (and he did wear it)…mine, not so much-unless my arms were as long as my legs and I walked on all of them.  I didn’t care.  I could have gotten married in a flour sack.

Just as long as it wasn’t a pair of blue jeans, I would be fine.

Mom and I went shopping for fabric and had the dress made in two weeks, it was beautiful.  Mom was worried about the shoes I would wear.  SO, I didn’t wear any.

Sunny and I had alot of fun pulling elements from other cultures and traditioins to create our ceremony.  The image above was one such touch.  I had been to a wedding several years ago where the bride and groom signed a wedding contract-as did all their guests as witnesses to the covenant AND supporters of the union.
We have it framed and it is hanging in the kitchen, were we can see it every day (if we look).

If you want to see more pictures, head over to my loving spouselets flickr account.

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