...we were married by a JP at our home in a small Oregon coast town. We had a very small ceremony followed by a potluck "reception," also at home. DH had given me this ring, made by an artist friend, a few months earlier and it became my wedding ring. The pearl and some of the gold is from a ring that was his mother's -- a beautiful ring that I'd never have let him transform, but I wasn't given a choice. This one is pretty cool, though, huh? From time to time, I do like to point out that the woman is bending over backwards to do her part -- and speculate. Out loud. I do realize that certain parts of the male anatomy might be bothersome to my middle finger if he was also bending over backwards.
Several years ago, I was walking through the kitchen and there was a bead in the middle of the floor. I was in too much of a hurry at the time to pick it up, so kicked it to the side (where there were many more wayward beads -- the grrs were little, ya know -- the floor was swimming with them). A little while later I noticed that the pearl was missing from my ring! Mmmhm, it was the very "bead."
This morning, DH had his coffee in his 20-year-old mug -- I have gone through innumerable coffee mugs in our years together, but he is still using one the $3.00 mug that I gave him on the day we got married. The stores were full of Valentine things, being that time of year, and I spied a mug that said, "I *heart* my husband." Hey, I thought, I'm gonna have a husband! After 7,000+ dishwashings, the black lettering on that mug has all but disappeared; the red heart, however, is still bright as the day I bought it.
Looks like my hands could use some lotion. As long as I was photographing jewelry, I thought I'd show you what he gave me for Christmas (now that I have one that fits). When the Harlot had a link to this ring last month as a knitterly gift idea, I immediately forwarded the link to DH. Obviously, he liked it, too. With my short, stubby fingers, it's probably not a style best suited to me, but I like it anyway.
When I first met DH, he was doing finish work on a home that he'd built. I would sit and knit, and enjoy watching him work (yeah, a man with a tool belt). It wasn't long before I was assisting. I eventually got my own hammer, but he had me doing grunt work first -- like digging a trench for footings for an addition. Isn't that romantic? Twenty years later, we're still swinging hammers. We finished the ceiling yesterday!
Knitting News: Thanks for all the nice comments on the conehead hat. I did get around to making a multi-colored tassel yesterday, but it was past daylight and the picture was crap. I got the RH mitten back on the needles, knit five rounds, and then discovered a wayward dropped stitch on the palm. I decided it was time to go to bed...