Monday, January 12, 2009

something found in the street

While driving on Bountiful Boulevard this christmas, DH and I saw a red pile of cloth in the street. Was it a scarf? A hat? A sweater? I know not. WE know not. Cloth is only a guess. After pointing it out to DH, he somehow connected it to a line from that list of items one must traditionally wear to the wedding (as a bride, that is):
Something old, something new, something borrowed, and something FOUND IN THE STREET.

We then contemplated the unpleasantness that might result if that line were, indeed, part of the original tradition. Yuck.

For the record, I did not wear something found in the street. But, rather, wore these things:

Something old: my bra. (scandalous! the unmentionables have been mentioned!)
Something new: the dress.
Something borrowed: A necklace. The chain and pendant were not originally a set, and each piece was from my two grandmothers.
Something BLUE: a blue ribbon tied to the inside of my dress.

1 comment:

elspeth said...

Alas, I did not follow this wedding tradition. Fortunately, I have found that it is not necessary for matrimonial bliss.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.