Sounds like a kinky wedding doesn’t it? Now that Fifty Shades of Gray is coming to a theatre near you, sex will be in our collective cultural mind again – not that it isn’t always there anyway but sometimes some other topic manages to edge it out of the spotlight for awhile.
The wedding season is upon us and most people I know are either attending one or know someone who is. My friend is at her son’s this weekend, on a mountaintop in Golden and at the other end of the spectrum, my son and his girlfriend are over from Vancouver to attend a backyard wedding. There aren’t as many weddings for lovers in their twenties these days. They seem to be waiting until they are a bit older and wiser which might be why there aren’t as many weddings at all anymore.
Back to the leather part. My son brought his pants and shirt hoping that Mum would iron them for him. I made him work for it before I agreed to. (I secretly enjoy ironing. There is something in the whish of steam and a nice, crisp crease that brightens my day – weird, I know.) Then I offered him his Dad’s rather limited selection of ties to choose from. My second son was also along and jocularly pointed out the skinny black leather tie that I don’t think Jerry ever actually wore back in the seventies (he was square then, too). Well, much laughter ensued while they tried to tie the hip thing that my son had already worn to a couple of costume parties with great effect. Neither of them were able to tie it – bring in Dad who proudly displayed his skill.
My niece is visiting from Oxford with her husband next month. She found him via the internet last year and they had a low key ceremony in the U.K. which my sister missed by a couple of weeks. She was a bit downhearted, having had all those emotional, mother-of-the-bride fantasies stricken down in one fell swoop of international romance. She is hosting a small reception for them and I find myself as excited about attending as I would be a wedding. I have our gift purchased and my outfit picked out. I’ve even knit the dear couple pairs of matching socks to keep them warm back in foggy, old England.
The rarity these days of two people yoking themselves together for better or worse is worth celebrating. It can be a rocky road, fraught with discontent, poverty, sickness but so is the single life so why not find a compatible person to navigate the rocky shoals with you. Survival makes the good times so much better and it’s nice to know that someone has your back when you need it.
None of my children have married yet although the oldest is 30 – the age I was during my last pregnancy. But, they say that 30 is the new 20 (which explains a lot if I think of my twin sons being twelve now). I don’t know if I’m ready to be the mother-of-the-bride/groom yet but I hope they can all find contentment in permanent relationships eventually. It is statistically proven that humans fare better while being married.
I’m just getting used to marriage myself although we celebrate our 32nd in a couple of weeks. I see that the gift for this anniversary should be something that features “the semi-precious stone Lapis lazuli or a conveyance.” Perhaps I should combine the two and present Jerry with a lapis encrusted pair of roller skates?