Handbasket for Taking a Spouse
I am down to logistical concerns and just how resourceful we can be on the production side of the day is really shining through. There'll be none of this buy this special/monogrammed/expensive/precious metal-plated this or that stuff for the props in this wedding. Instead, it's all about rebirth for several lucky inanimates who get to "play a part on the magic day."
The story of our handbasket goes back to my Vampituity blog and how the basket has seen a variety of contents since we started using it as a catch all when we moved in. To fully grasp the irony that this will be the basket we give to our flower girl Gina to carry, you need to read the basket's autobiographical post (Biography of a Hand Basket) which I wrote last year.
Indeed this little guy has gone from silent auction goodies, to lightbulbs, to lemon crop to guest breakfast muffins to remote controls (the dark underbelly of what the basket has been holding in it since about October when I lost the creative drive to continue to create the world of the hand basket for the blog). We'll be using the basket to carry our wedding wine to be shared during the ceremony.
When it's decor is done for the day, current logistical forecast predicts it will be gorgeous, filled with flowers, wine, a glass in a towel, a box containing our rings and perhaps some emergency cheat sheet music for our performers. I wonder what else might "end up in the basket?" A lighter? Some band aids? If I leave it out in the living room, might some cat toys materialize in there during the next 6 weeks?
Ahh, the glamourous life of a hand basket! Where is this wedding and why am I being taken to it?
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