Inner Solace

Leftover wedding succulents turned into terrariums.

These are the last of the succulents I rescued from the wedding cake and the groom’s and groomsmen’s boutonniere.  Took a few weeks for them to put out roots, but I was finally able to plant them today.

I know many people who don’t do thank you cards.  And I’m seeing a trend of bundling printed ones with the bonbonniere on the day. Presumably because people can’t be bothered writing and posting things after the fact.

I personally don’t mind if people don’t send thank yous, but I’m rubbish at social etiquette in so many other ways, and I felt that this is one thing I knew I could do. Even if they’re a bit late. :(

I’m intending to post them this week, and I have read proper etiquette is within two weeks of an event.  Although that may be normal events like dinner parties and perhaps there is a little leeway given sizable events like weddings…

One nail painted because it split halfway up the bed, and I’m hoping the polish will prevent the split from getting worse before it grows out. Brown because I think it’s the only polish I own. And I’ve had it since my year 12 ball.

Blue ink stains from using my fountain pen to write thank you cards.

A Long Time Ago, my brother did his med ‘work experience’/internship stint in Leicester.  While he was in the general area, he took the opportunity to do a bit of a tour around Europe with his friends which included a trip to Disneyland.

When he returned, he gifted me a Disneyland autograph book filled with signatures from quite a few of the Disney cast.  He had bought the book and handed it in to the office, telling them he was travelling with his family and that it was his little sister’s birthday, but she was sick and had to miss out on the opportunity to visit Disneyland. Could they please ask some of the characters to sign the book for me in my absence.  They kindly obliged.

I was delighted and touched that my brother did this for me. And also pretty horrified that I was involved in a lie to Disneyland.  A part of me was sure this this was the kind of thing that children go to hell for.

Then, not too long after he returned, I received this letter.  So, not only did I have an autograph book signed by cast members as a result of a lie told on my behalf, but I also had a personalised (albeit canned) letter from Mickey Mouse sent as a result of an explicit misrepresentation of my birthdate, geographic location and physical health.

Oh, the guilt.