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.
Are the comments working now? If so, happy yarniversary… I mean anniversary
They do seem to be working, though I say that cautiously. And thank you.
LoL!! I love your posts! My hubs and I just celebrated our 30th and I’m amazed every day that one of us hasn’t killed the other. Marriage requires more patience than the most difficult pattern ever written. Congratulations on making it this far!
Wow, 30 years! Congratulations. I will definitely have throttled the Stoic Spouse before we get to that point. And yes, I agree about the patience.
I want to see the teal wedding dress!
…And when I read that, I went to look for my wedding album so I could take a picture of it for you. But I couldn’t find it. Eek. It’s in a box, somewhere…
Keepin’ it real at the brewery. Well done!
Thank you. 🙂
Saw the picture of the shawl in my feed, had a heart attack because I thought those were all dropped stitches….now I’m breathing again…whew.
I know, it does look like that. Eek!
It won’t be long before the twinage will be taking apart every pen and torch(flashlight) they can get their grubby little hands on. The fun has just begun.
Oh, don’t say that. Please lie to me and say that children magically become perfectly behaved soon after their fifth birthdays…
I’d love to see a wedding photo too…. Your dress sounds gorgeous. We need to see it, don’t we?
I’m very very ashamed to say that after reading this (and Caroline’s comment above), I went to dig out our wedding photo album to show you… but I couldn’t find it. Eek. It must be in a box somewhere that hasn’t been unpacked since our last move. Sorry. I’ll keep looking. It was rather a funky dress
You are absolutely hilarious! And you make beautiful things with needles, too. Well done, well done. Happy staying married-versary to you both.
Thank you. It was a very happy tolerance-versary!
Well hearty congratulations to you and the Stoic Spouse on your eighth anniversary.
Why, thank you! You’re most kind. 🙂
Happy, happy anniversary. X
Thank you muchly. I just can’t believe it’s eight years already.
congratulations!!!! and if you need biros, I can’t tell you how many spare I have at my house if you require a donation 🙂 jenny xxx
YES PLEASE!! Although I’d have to hide them from the Stoic Spouse, or we’d just have hundreds more useless biros.
I’m the biro knicker in this house! Love your post and congrats on making it past the seven year st(itch).
Tee hee, thank you. Maybe there’s a biro nicker/breaker in every relationship?
Happy Anniversary and congratulations.
Thank you. 🙂
Kudos on reaching numero Huit in the marriage stakes. They say that numero Sept is the big one, and that if you can survive that you are most of the way to surviving to Quatorze. Not sure what it is about “seven” but you managed it so again, kudos. Loving your husband whilst he manages to embrace, maintain and cultivate habits that make you twitch to the MAX is what real marriage is all about. Finding the places in between the desire to strangle your spouse and learning to ride those crests like Sea Biscuit, is the secret to a happy marriage. Stevie-boy and I just hit Quinze this year. We made it past Quatorze (just) and by the time we hit Vingt et un we will be so very set in our ways that the knowledge that no-one else would even think twice about taking on such a splendid example of curmugeonary humanity should see us right to Vingt-huit. After that who knows. Life and love is all about those small places where you see eye to eye and you are back to back against the foe. That’s where you realise that you really and truly can’t do without them (despite those crumbs all over the breakfast table, the clothes on the floor next to the bed, the snoring, the evidence that dogs were fed your well hidden treats et al etc.) Here’s to many MANY more anniversaries in Chez Twisted 🙂
I love your comments so much – they’re always vastly wittier than the original blog posts. Thank you muchly for the congratulations (and belated congratulations on achieving quinzedom yourselves).
Felicitations are officially over now and you can go back to chastising the Stoic Spouse accordingly. Stevie-boy says to tell him “learn to pretend that you are listening when your mind is elsewhere and always listen for key words so that you can recite them parrot fashion when she says “You aren’t listening to me!” THAT is Stevie-boys contribution to a happy marriage 😉
Congratulations to you and himself! I’ve been with my other half for 32years and we’ve found that it takes hard work on both sides to have a strong and happy marriage. Learning how to communicate your needs and wants also helps hugely. I wish you both many happy years ahead.x
Wow, 32 years! You definitely win this thread. And I agree about communication, though in our case we don’t always get it right.
Fab, just watch where you leave your needles. My gran once left one on the sofa and sat right on it……and was skewered. Look out spouse!
Ouch. Yikes. Not a mistake that she repeated, I’d imagine?
Happy anniversary! Congratulations on 8 years!