Eight years ago today, I put on an asymmetric, teal-coloured, gown and walked down the aisle in order to promise lifelong, grudgingly-unswerving tolerance of the Stoic Spouse’s* quirks. And vice versa of course, though naturally my own quirks are charming and endearing rather than FLIPPIN’ ANNOYING.** Fast-forward getting-on-for-a-decade and we’re still here, and neither of us has yet eviscerated the other with the antique brass fire tongs. Pretty good, huh?
But on the anniversary of our hitching, here’s some FREE marriage advice from TheTwistedYarn: never, never, ever marry someone who drums their biro on the table whilst they think. Not only is it irritating, but it also results in you having to live in a home where not a single pen is working. Go on dates with such a scoundrel by all means, perhaps even holiday with them (because it’s not as though you do much writing whilst you’re on the beach or up a mountain or in a boat), but do not marry them. It’s just not worth the irritation when all you want is a functioning pen to draft a blog post. That’s not much to ask, is it?! IS IT?! And… breathe…
Ahhhhh…. Here’s the picot cast-off row of my Cladonia shawl in progress, just to calm things down a bit. See, knitting is very therapeutic:-
This time tomorrow, I reckon the shawl will be done, and I’ll be ready to get back on with the big crochet house-related slightly bonkers furniture-covering surprise project.
Anyway, we’ve had our marital ups and downs, the Stoic Spouse and I, but we’re still capable of being in the same room as each other without legal representation being present on either side, so I’d say that we’re doing tolerably well.***
Speaking of Cladonia, I’m seriously on the case. Even when I’m waiting for the twinnage’s music class to begin:-
…Because lovely though Cladonia is, it’s somebody else’s pattern, and really this blog is all about showing you the crazy projects that brew in my brain, so Cladonia needs to be finished asap. Yes?
* Except he wasn’t the Stoic Spouse then, more like the ‘F’legmatic Fiancé. And yes I do realize that phlegmatic isn’t really spelt with an ‘f’.
** I’m paraphrasing our vows, here, but you get the gist.
*** Oh, come on. This is TTY. You should’ve known you wouldn’t get “I luffs ma hubz soooo much ♥♥♥” on this site.