- 9 years ago
- Wedding: June 2009
I am eloping, or so says the FH.
I never thought about it like this. I say I am having a wedding and no one is invited. I am saving everyone the trouble, including myself. There will be no conflicts and no bad comments from cousins or sisters, even inadvertent comments that might hurt my feelings.
My mom died 15 years ago June 30th.
Today when I was picking my dog up from my dad’s house (yes, I leave one dog with him while I am at work as I live 45 miles away and this way the dog is happy and my dad likes having him around) and I was herding the dog into the car, my dad came outside with this little box. He asked me if it belonged to me. Um, no. But I do love old jewelry and well, I love things that look like they have been loved before.
When I opened the top of the box it was a pin, A PIN!!! I can use it for my bouquet, that is I put it on a ribbon and use it as my something borrowed! which is the only element I was missing, as I even have a real six pence.
The pen is missing the pin, I know, but it has two bars on the back and I can slid my ribbon through them and then wrap the bouquet.
The pin is antiqued gold with 3 orange diamond shaped stones. It is badly oxidized. Will be looking up ways to clean it.
I honestly don’t know where it came from. He might have found it at a garage sale a million years ago, it’s possible. It could have belonged to either of my grandmothers. He doesn’t remember (ah, the curse of being almost 70) where it came from. And you know what, I don’t care, it came from him. And I am thrilled to be able to put the wedding of my dreams together all free of conflict and with a gift from my dad walking me down the aisle.