I will start this entry by saying that “I solemnly swear I’m up to no g…” Wait, that’s a different kind of witchy tale. I just wanted to say that I will write a post about the handfasting preparations and the handfasting day… As soon as I get all the pictures from the dear friends who were so kind to capture our rite of passage into marriage. This post is about my eclectically witchy bridal bouquet and handfasting cord.
Military service and blogging have left me with great friends all over the USA and around the world. If I had been able to do it, I would have probably teleported every single one of them to my side on the day my Piano Man and I wedded each other. But plane rides are rather steep, teleportation is science fiction (as far as I know) and our apartment would have been too small to lodge all the love… So I went with the next best thing: I got charms, necklaces, stones, strings and dolls from several of the ladies who I would have loved to share the day with. And we crafted the bridal bouquet and handfasting cord with those wonderful bits of sisterly magic.
The handfasting cord is made from a string I got from Shelle, a few hairs from an AlmaMia doll made by Rhissanna and red and black hemp chosen by my Piano Man and me.
The wee table on the right was at the center of the handfasting ritual. It held the cord, the rings, the bouquet (everyone held hands while the rite took place), and the hat box with something we made for our guests sat underneath it. The Bloody Bride came from the UK to represent Gina, and the necklace around the table is from Stacy; the rest of the charms and necklaces came from OmaLinda, Debi, Kestril Trueseeker, Mina, Winter Moon, Lorelei, Ms Misantropia, Sarah, BookGirl, Diandra…; the two crabapples are from the tree under whose shade my Piano Man and I proposed to each other and the branch is a piece of driftwood we found during our honeymoon. The bottle comes from our local thrift shop.
Every time the charms clinked, I thought about Gina’s witchy cackles, of Lorelei’s soothing words, of Oma Linda’s wisdom, of Rhissanna’s quick mind (which is always in the gutter *grins*), of Ms Misantropia’s unique spunk… of souls and personalities who have been walking this path with me and who have taught me so many things I wasn’t aware I needed to know.
The Bloody Bride made the 13th attendant of our handfasting, but the room was full of happy souls. It was the best getting-wedded ritual my Piano Man and I could have ever wished for… Our cord and bouquet made it perfect. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Yep, I totally rocked the hula hoop while my hand was tied to my Piano Man’s. In the wise words of the Little Princess, “Magaly is magic.”