The Wedding - Part II

Alright. So where were we? On our way to dinner I think.

Fun, colorful tables.

Teke bags from NZ with paua shell and mini kiwi's. Jordan almonds. Cards to write your wishes for the bride and groom. Centerpieces made by Linda Ross with photos of me and Derrald.

Voss water. D thought he was in heaven.

Our wedding cake (on the right) was made by my Grandma with flowers native to New Zealand. It's also worth taking note of the little silver pieces on top of the cake (one is shaped like a horse-shoe) - these were from my Grandmother's cake in 1954. The other cake (on the left) was a pavlova (one, of maybe two hundred, i had been making every night for 10 days before the wedding) , which we made for all the guests to try.

Notice, we cut the pavlova, not the other cake. The other cake will be kept in the freezer until a) our one year anniversary or b) we have our first child...(substantially longer than a year if all goes according to plan, which, let's face, life does NOT always go according to plan... but let's presume this time it will)... then we'll bring it out again, re-ice it and eat it. This is tradition. Whether we like fruit cake or not (derrald).

First Dance.

"Lucky" by Jason Mraz.

Play sample on Pandora

The Cat and the Fish Bag

So, I have recently discovered two distinct ways of drawing attention to one's self and making friends with strangers.

1. Carry your brother's cat across the nation on two connecting flights... turns out people love cats. Love 'em. And they will love you too if you carry one like an accessory. Heavy, meowing accessory.

2. Carry a fish bag.

I have a fish bag. It's a bag with fish on it. I recently brought the fish bag out of storage to take to Hawaii with us. It's a good beach bag. Did I mention it has fish on it?

My fish bag makes me smile. Children love it. They love to point out the fish and this makes me smile. My favorite comment so far was uttered from the mouth of a small child at Southpoint Mall:

"Nemo!! Mommy! Nemo!!"

This child had decided all fish must be called Nemo. Yes, child. Nemo bag.

Forget candy. All one needs to lure a child these days is a fish bag.