The story, take 2

Once upon a midnight dreary...oh wait, that's not how the story is supposed to go. Once upon a time in a city by the Pacific coast, a boy and a girl met one another at the very romantic location with fluorescent lights styled in the manner of a faux lantern, greasy checkered material flowed from the tables strewn carelessly around the room, and delicious smells of smoked goods and barbeque sauce filled the air. What a perfect setting for getting lovey dovey. From then on, they were inseparable. Until, that is, the girl hopped on a plane and flew many thousands of miles across a little pond to settle in the heart of merry England. Unbeknownst to the two people, rather than marking the end to such a promising fledgling romance, the boy and the girl met again in that foggy cold air when he flew over to visit.

A mere five and a half years later, the boy and the girl remained steady in their affection but no real talk of marriage was in sight. A few personal tragedies that tested their bond only reminded the pair that it was indeed a special commitment they had. With that in mind, the boy took the girl out to a lighthouse in the middle of a glorious spring day and asked her to keep her promise that she timidly made many years prior. The years of somdays and soons and maybes had ended and the questions answered: they would be wed and spend the rest of their lives together.

In the spirit of waiting that seems to have marked every step of their relationship, all wedding plans had to wait until the overwhelmed bride had finished with most pressing matters related to all things academe. A few months flew by and not a thought was to be had that related to all things wedding.

Until that is, one day she finished and accepted her identity as a master of literature and threw open the gates to the dizzying world of wedding plans.

The girl wandered bookstores, friend's photo albums, and the internet in search of inspiration for her own wedding when she came upon the blog of http://peoniesandpolaroids.blogspot.com/. Filled with delight at all the beautiful images she found, she decided that instead of keeping all the things she found to herself she would create a blog that was in the spirit of the engagement journal she had grand plans to keep (which lasted a good month). In an attempt to salvage something of the process of planning a wedding and letting people in on it (let's say bridesmaids who don't live in town anymore or friends and family elsewhere), the girl made a blog. She is not a blogger. She hopes it goes well. Thanks in advance to Peony and Polaroids for inspiring the girl to be a better and craftier bride.