it is wedding week. officially. may is somehow predestined for weddings anyway but this week there are even two heartbounding events taking place - my boyfriend´s sister and my uncle are tieing the knot. on the same day. not at the same place, which is why I can only attend one wedding. which, as I realized I somehow pity.
standing for itself, the pure event of a wedding is absolutely fabulous: wearing something superfancy, eating delicious cake, dancing and drinking untill the morning hours. and everything set into the atmosphere of the most beautiful of all feelings, as well reflected in darling room decor and food with wicked names such as Cupid´s Arrows near the Sea of Love (asparagus with sauce obviously).
so yes, I like weddings. not in a 27 dresses way but I do.
which also makes me come to think about marriage.
I remember a quote that said marriage ruined love and there is a part of me that really is afraid of that.
of course, in the first part, marrying the person you genuinely love is the most beautiful thing.
but then, can´t the feeling of being attached to someone cause a feeling of narrowness that makes you want to flee instinctively so that you´re being attracted to others simply because they feel like `more exciting´?
I fear this post is rather neurotic, thank god this week I am attending the Sex and the City premiere.
the pictures document what I wore to the wedding-eve party yesterday. the omnipresent drink in my hand is missing though.
dress: jovovich hawk, tights: h&m, shoes: benetton, bag: picard hand-me-down, pocket watch: via ebay, medaillon: h&m
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