Sorry I haven’t posted lately. As I write this, it’s 2 AM Saturday and I can’t get to sleep. My husband and I returned home about an hour ago from a wedding that was held at the Knowlton Mansion in Philadelphia. It was really beautiful.
The wedding itself was a little different. It was a very posh affair, but also a little irreverent (which was fun) and then when the rings were being exchanged, the groom gave the bride a gigantic fake bauble that made everyone laugh and then proceeded to have a ring tattooed on his finger during the ceremony.
I kid you not.
He called his tattoo guru up to the front, and as the wedding videographer recorded it, we all heard the whir of the tattoo needle begin. And I thought “this is different”.
The food was fantastic, and we didn’t actually eat dinner until around 10 pm. It was raining the whole way there and the whole way home. In fact, it rained all day. Poured like crazy. I hear that rain is good luck for a wedding.
This picture has absolutely nothing to do with anything and it’s not that wonderful to begin with. But who cares?!! I don’t!!
I always love reading your answers to the questions I post on my blog and the most recent one was great. Thanks to everyone for playing along.
As I write this, I’m sitting on my loveseat wrapped in my husband’s down sleeping bag. It’s just a little chilly, but the seat is also wet from a certain dog who was let out when we came home. He ran all around the yard looking for God only knows what and then must have come in and jumped on my favorite seat, sopping it up with wet puppy fur. I just want to say thank you, George.
And good night all.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .