Various&Sundry (special edition)
Monday, 20 July 2020 20:13Remember when I said I have a husband but he's not technically my husband because we're not officially married for a whole lot of messy reasons? Well, we decided that we had enough and September, 10th the marriage will become official.
...to be honest, we decided in March, but then, well, lockdown and then all the backlogs.
It will an extremely frugal, one might say spartan, civil cerimony, either for Covid reasons, but also because either for family and work and my mental state I can't get organized something more complex that "go to municipal office and pronounce the oath then sign a sheet and MAYBE exchange rings if I can get over my phobia of rings" and him, having a bunch of invalidities and other hurdles, he's in the same boat so to say; also because we don't feel, right now, with all the f***ery is happening in the world, the reasons to celebrate, and also because for the aforementioned complex reason there will be a lot to wait before we could properly live together.
We will do a proper celebration party next year, hoping that the whole Covid stuff will relent at least to be able to invite family and friends.
And for me a "proper party" means finding a nice, rustic place, getting an industrial quantity of food and beverages, and a special corner with assorted breads and a five kilos bucket of Nutella at center. And a ladle. Everything else is optional. [The husband has an extremely restricted and particlular diet for health reason so I'll have to find a way to not make him feel excluded, poor thing]
Now my main mission is finding a dress. In the sense, a dress that doesn't seems I got caught by a storm, wrestled with the cat and then slept in it. And my fashion style doesn't get more complex than "baggy t-shirts, turtlenecks, bootcut yoga pants and that oversized pair of jeans I bought ten years ago that now is the only one thing I can wear".
...to be honest, we decided in March, but then, well, lockdown and then all the backlogs.
It will an extremely frugal, one might say spartan, civil cerimony, either for Covid reasons, but also because either for family and work and my mental state I can't get organized something more complex that "go to municipal office and pronounce the oath then sign a sheet and MAYBE exchange rings if I can get over my phobia of rings" and him, having a bunch of invalidities and other hurdles, he's in the same boat so to say; also because we don't feel, right now, with all the f***ery is happening in the world, the reasons to celebrate, and also because for the aforementioned complex reason there will be a lot to wait before we could properly live together.
We will do a proper celebration party next year, hoping that the whole Covid stuff will relent at least to be able to invite family and friends.
And for me a "proper party" means finding a nice, rustic place, getting an industrial quantity of food and beverages, and a special corner with assorted breads and a five kilos bucket of Nutella at center. And a ladle. Everything else is optional. [The husband has an extremely restricted and particlular diet for health reason so I'll have to find a way to not make him feel excluded, poor thing]
Now my main mission is finding a dress. In the sense, a dress that doesn't seems I got caught by a storm, wrestled with the cat and then slept in it. And my fashion style doesn't get more complex than "baggy t-shirts, turtlenecks, bootcut yoga pants and that oversized pair of jeans I bought ten years ago that now is the only one thing I can wear".