We made it….
There were those who said we wouldn’t. There were those who were placing bets. There were those who were hoping we wouldn’t, but we did it. Today is our one year wedding anniversary.Don’t get me wrong, those readers who have been with the blog for a while know that it’s been no bed of roses. We’ve jumped a few hurdles and at times reenacted Colonial embitterment, this time on UK soil. Despite the bizarre cultural differences which have been underlying a fair few polemic discussions, our ratios for ‘getting on’ are raising and probably outperform ‘not getting on’ as we hit the twelve months mark.
The first year anniversary is paper, whilst seemingly dull, I did remind Es that, despite most of UK money being plastic now, the £50 note is still paper and therefore would be happily accepted as a gift. I don’t think he was taken by the idea, judging by the large package which arrived today. He is so excited about my gift, he keeps bouncing around asking me to guess. “You’ll never guess” he says with glee. “It’s the best gift yet” he proclaims with self confidence. All this while I am still fumbling around for something unique.
I could have quite easily bought 4 or 5 lovely gifts from Etsy, but I felt they would have been a second rate offering. In my mind gifts should be well thought out, appropriate to the person (despite your personal preferences) and personal. Money is renewable and it doesn’t take much thought to throw £150 at something pretty. It does however take love and care to create something. Some of my most treasured wedding gifts are a crocheted throw made by my beautiful friend Samantha, a hand made Ugly by my talented friend Emma. So, I wanted to inject some love and some memories into my gift to my husband.
I toyed with a few ideas, which I shan’t put in this post as they may find reincarnation on Valentine’s Day. In the end I settled on an album of our first year together. I purchased a lovely handmade album from Etsy and was planning on printing out some photos, sticking a few quotes, song lyrics and ticket stubs in there. The more I contemplated what I would include, the more my project grew.
Never one to back down from a challenge, I had suddenly created a monster. It grew, and before I knew it I was on Amazon purchasing all manner of art supplies. Not content with getting a few photos printed, I was now printing and customising my own, I was embellishing, painting and mixed media plastering the book.
What had started as a customised photo album had morphed. And do you know who I blame? Instagram! I had just bought the album and was whiling away looking through my friends posts that day when I came across an advert for an online art course. Curious, I clicked the link, the video was amazing. Multi medium Art journals…I had never heard of them, cue YouTube, and before you know it, down the rabbit hole I had ventured. Next thing I know I have a house full of supplies and exactly a week to complete a 20 page album. Eeeek!
I openly admitted to Es one night whilst lying in bed that “I may have bitten off more than I can chew with your Anniversary present. You may only get half of it on the 7th and I will need to finish the other half later”. He laughed, knowing what I am like, then, as expected, started bouncing in bed chanting “what is it? What is it?”.
So how did I do? Well I will let you judge (I’ve blurred some more intimate notes). I didn’t finish it in time, drying time was my nemesis, and despite stealing every opportunity whilst he was at work to roll all the paraphernalia out, I didn’t quite make it. I have each page planned out, just not assembled yet, but I’m sure he won’t mind that much….at the end of the day it’s a good reflection of our marriage “work in progress”……