No, Chucks does not bring me flowers anymore, but he did bring me a vintage funnel which I love!
He knows me so well.
On this date in 1980, we were married at 4:00 on a Sunday.
This is strictly a sentimental post.
This is supposed to be our first kiss after being married.
Let's be real - it was the fifth shot the photographer took.
BUT you cannot complain about free photos - they were a gift from the best man.
I made my dress - a satin slip with a lace overlay.
Chucks wore a rented gray tux.
Must be a country song in there somewhere.
Did we know we had to sign an official document saying we were married by an official person?
No, but our friend married us and his wife was a bridesmaid.
We had agreed way ahead of time there would be NO cake tossing or shoving.
A friend made the cake for her cake decorating exam.
And off we went . . .
And we are still going.
Sometimes in different directions, but always come back together.
He still loves me.
Even though I am a junk queen.
I still love him.
Even though when I fell in love with him at first sight, he was wearing faded jeans with a monkey in a coconut tree embroidered up the leg.
I think I will keep him.
Only because I consider him vintage.
And slightly rusty.
And a bit crusty.
Just my style.
Love you, Chucks!
See all the bottle brush trees at these posts:
Let The Bleaching Begin
Dying the Trees
Bottle Brush Trees on Corks
Bottle Brush Tree Joy
Bottle Brush Trees on Molds
The Cottage Market Presents Junkin Joe Every Friday
sunday show off linky party at twigg studios