Happy Anniversary to Me!

Wedding 1

I don’t often talk about my life on this blog without tying it to nail art in some way, but today I simply feel like tooting my own matrimonial horn, because it’s my 11th wedding anniversary! Today’s weather is very much like the weather we had the day of our wedding (cool, windy, sporadic rain), although Halloween fell on a Sunday the year we were married – purely from a party perspective, this year’s Saturday is obviously THE choice time.

But pleasantly enough – and I’ve spoken about this before in another wedding-related blog post with some TERRIBLE accompanying nails – it wasn’t the party part of our wedding that I enjoyed the most. Sure, I had a great time mingling, nibbling and dancing the night away with my family and friends in a gorgeously decorated old barn, but the ceremony itself is where I actually had the most (unanticipated) fun, suddenly becoming quite giddy at the prospect of marrying this terrific guy. Our vows were even fun, the two of us kind of winging it. And even though we made a number of personal changes to the standard, non-denominational ceremony in advance, neither one of us got that wound up about memorizing, well, anything or about “performing” in public – I chalk this up to his formative years spent in the theatre and mine spent in the ballet studio; we’re comfortable on a stage. And that comfort made for a fun experience – lots of banter and goofy smiles and the perfect certainty that comes with knowing that you got one of the great ones. That we should all be so lucky. 🙂

And so happy 11th anniversary to the man who puts the Mr. in Mr. Finger Candy. I’d marry you again in a heartbeat, my love, and not just because you’re easily-bought tech support. Well, mostly not. 😉


Calla Lilies

Callas Side

I carried dark purple calla lilies in my wedding bouquet, the 11th anniversary of which Mr. Finger Candy and I will be celebrating this Halloween. I had initially wanted to carry black roses, which I knew were no such thing – “black” roses are actually just very, very dark red or purple roses. I knew this! And yet every single florist but the one I eventually went with almost gleefully told me that black roses didn’t actually exist and they were really just very, very dark red or purple roses, sometimes even after I told them that these were things I already knew, almost like a mea culpa. It unfortunately took a lot of the fun out of it. Also, I could see that “black” roses were going to be a real light-suck when it came time for photographs. And so I eventually ended up going with blackened purple calla lilies and bright green pepper berries, with a smattering of dark purple mini roses and fresh greenery. It was gorgeous! So here I tried to capture the bouquet of lilies and pepper berries I carried, with a little holographic shimmer for extra pretty measure.

Callas Front