Hubster and I are of an age. Our friends are having round-number anniversary parties and their kids are getting married. We had one of each this weekend and both were really a lot of fun.
First there was a mass and 30th anniversary party for neighbors/carpool friends Saturday evening. Their friends and family gathered from across the country to celebrate with them.
The couple renewed their vows at the mass, which made me cry. The music was excellent, I have to say, even though the parish is one that's adjacent to ours and we are kind of competitive with their choir.
Their friends and family toasted and roasted them afterwards in the church basement, which made me laugh. The food was excellent as the caterer is a local favorite and member of their parish. We got to chat with neighbors we don't see often enough and with folks we didn't know we had in common with this couple. St. Louis is a darned small big town is all I have to say.
The husband made a toast to his wife which was very funny. One of the sayings he attributed to a former boss of his that he thought was perfect for this occasion and he shared it as one of his secrets to a long, successful marriage: "We all know that I wear the pants in this family," he said, "And we all know that she picks them out..." So funny.
Then, this morning, we attended one of the 69,000 10/10/2010 weddings purported to be taking place across the country today. I didn't know there was such a thing until someone told me that they'd heard of the phenomenon in a report on NPR.
The ceremony took place in one of the rehabbed warehouse restaurants that dot the near South Side. The pastor was a woman who'd known the bride (our ace-in-the-hole babysitter until she had the temerity to leave St. Louis and go to Yale!) since she was a young girl, so the ceremony was personal and sentimental and heartfelt.
When the father of the groom got up to read some of his own poetry during the ceremony, I cringed (my experience with amateur poetry in church have not been good ones). But, in fact, it was a lovely piece my favorite line of which was something about tolerance and passion living together in the same place, in his loved one, and how hard that was to imagine but how delightful it was to experience.
The bride's father, an old neighbor and friend of ours, also dropped a pearl of wisdom in his father-of-the-bride speech. He told the assembled family and friends that he knew the secret of a long standing marriage and that it was that each partner felt as if he or she was the lucky one...
What a nice weekend to spend with my beloved, don't you think?
Oh, and there was spinning. Of course. We couldn't make googly eyes at eachother all weekend long, could we?
Deborah and I carded these Jazz Turtle Creations locks into a bat. I spun it into 130 yards of yummy, smooshy, 3-ply wool on Friday evening.
Today I spun up some of the new Frabjous Fiber roving we got in at the shop last week. Here is one of two 80-yard 3 ply skeins. It's merino and firestar in the Caravan colorway. I think I'm happier with my spinning when I work a Navajo ply on the singles than when I make 2 ply yarn. Just a growing preference.
I'm casting on a holiday cowl of some kind with this yarn this evening. Or for mittens out of the first yarn. When it happens, I know which. Yum.