Nearly two years ago I met Mimi, a blogger from New York who came over to France for a holiday. We met, went to the brocante, talked non stop, went to lunch, and later…. much later…. the volcano blew in Iceland causing air traffic to come to a halt.
Mimi stayed with us.
Mimi was single.
Not looking for a guy.
But I thought I'd plant a seed here (Mimi) and there (a French friend who wasn't looking for anyone after the last time I introduced him to someone from my blog, the short lived romance was worse than the volcano's erruption in Iceland, he was bummed by women after that) ….
and voila a romance bloomed.
But by golly those darn mathcmaking seeds bloomed.
And grew,
and grew.
Pierre and Mimi are going to be married in October!
In France!
Mimi and I are going to go taste wedding cakes.
I have never done that before.
Well I have tasted cakes, and plenty of wedding cakes (with a million cousins it is kind of hard not to) but never for the sole purpose of tasting cakes before a wedding.
How fun is that!
"Do you prefer the raspberry or the chocolate?"
"How about both combined?"
"With champagne?"
I love planning weddings.
Romantic wonderful love, happiness ever after, butterflies in the stomach, cold feet, tears, and a beautiful table, a love feast.
Vintage weddings are the rage, and Mimi is vintage from head to toe.
The wedding dress will not be typical, nor the flowers structured.
Creativity owns the day. Mimi is making her dress. And a lace cover for my cast, she doesn't know that yet.
Pink cake pedestals to hold up all that is rosy, pure, innocent, and true.
Forget the blue.
Zinc will do.
They'll lean over the balcony while we cheer, kiss, kiss, kiss!
Funky vintage jewelry chains.
Mother of pearl rosaries, and tarnished lockets that hold a locket of each other's hair, a miniature key to a large heart of love and forgiveness, kindness and compassion. Most of laughter and sweet dreams.
The chest is open, the heart exposed, the moment of commitment close at hand, their steps towards a journey of many tomorrows beckons: Hills, valleys, sunrises and bright stars.
I am a happy matchmaker!
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