Unicorns and Rainbows, Bitches.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010 at 9:49PM
Louise in Color, Life

 

So I think we all know what kind of day The Thirty-Something Bride had yesterday.  It was the suck, for sure. Bad news in the a.m. left me crying for most of the morning, which left me headachy and tired mid-day, which was all compounded by me trying to catch up on my work that got pushed back because I was crying all morning and was unproductive as all hell. And it's really hard to stay late and get work done for a company that's basically given you a 3-month long pink slip. I'd say the motivation there is well....challenging. Thirty-eight more days.....not like I'm counting or anything.

I think the absolute worst part of it all was that The Candyman was upset too. I think this might have been the first time where we were both really upset about the same thing that had nothing to do with either of us. You follow? It wasn't a relationship fight. It wasn't a "stop doing this, or I might kill you" argument. I wasn't being a bitch. He wasn't being a dude. Our feelings were hurt. And we couldn't physically be there for one another. For the first time. That totally sucked.

I've come to believe in The Power of the Hug. The Candyman gives excellent Hug and always has. He's not one of those people who gives False Hug - like when you hug someone and it's just the top part of your shoulders that touch but the bottom three-quarters of your body is like, twelve feet away from the other person. Oh no. If you hug The Candyman, you're in for it. I think part of it is because he's so tall. To stoop down to give False Hug is actually hard to do. I love hugging him. I love our Step Hugs. I stand one stair up and we hug at eye level. It's the freakin' bomb-diggity. I love watching him hug too. My mom, who is not a very physically affection woman, gets it good from The Candyman. It makes me smile when they hug and he calls her "Momma." I also love watching him hug his dad and brothers. They don't mess around with the macho manly shit when they hug (that comes later in the form of a battle of wits and the occasional wrestling match). They are all up on each other giving big, ol' manly bear hugs. I get Good Hug from them too.

I learned The Power of the Hug a long time ago. I was living in LA, working in retail management (oops, I think I just threw up a little remembering that time). I was a manager in a huge store and working hideous hours for bullshit pay. I finally got out and became an assistant buyer at Fredericks of Hollywood (oh yes I was!). That Christmas I was able to fly home for the holidays, for the first time in several years. At the time, I was single and had been for a good long stretch. I was working all the time and spending a lot of time alone. I remember coming down the stairs to baggage claim to meet my parents and my dad came up and gave me a huge bear hug. I actually remember flinching at first because I hadn't been really hugged in a loooong time. And then I just melted into the hug and thought, "Oh, I need this."

 And right now, I need it.  And I know The Candyman does too. That part is hard; knowing that I can't be there to take care of him emotionally in his time of need. I think that's the part that was so distressing yesterday. I mean, fuck it's a house. Who cares, right? But it's not about the house. It's about the fact that The Candyman and I want to be together. We want to start our new lives together in Charlotte. We want to take an immediate step in that direction and knowing where we will live is a huge part of that. At this point, I don't care if it's a great house with a red door. I just want to know that The Candyman can go hone at night and that I'll be able to join him soon. Thirty-eight days, to be precise.

So in an effort to be jolly, I was cruising the internet (mostly in jest) for images of Unicorns and Rainbows. I was not a unicorn girl in my youth, but I did have a giant rainbow bedspread. You know the kind where the pillow cases make up the top arch of the rainbow? Oh, yes I did. You know you're jealous. As all things come 'round to weddings, I Googled "Rainbow Weddings." Oh good Lord. It was like the internet was raping my eyes. I have come to find that there is a big difference in a Rainbow Wedding and a Rainbow of Color Wedding. Below are fun (and pretty) examples of the latter. Enjoy.

   

 

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 I am loving this website, by the way. The Whisk Kid. Check it out.

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 Tasty and pretty.

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 I wonder what the favors are in those teeny weeny boxes?

Via The Ritzy Roseon Etsy. Fun vintage-y stuff.

 

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Via The Martha, natch.

 Via Bake It Pretty.  Tabitha - a must see! Lots of great stuff if you're going to DIY your cupcakes!

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 Was it just me, or was rock candy like your very first science class experiment?

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I imagine late-night hilarity with all that helium. "Follow the Yellow Brick Road!" 

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Brilliant. Keep your maids warm.

I think I feel better now.

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