New wedding items up on Etsy!

Grandma Hankie






Wedding Heirloom CUSTOM WORK



Best Dude Hankie.

I've always loved weddings. I get giddy just thinking about them, in a way forward-thinking, freedom-loving women apparently shouldn't. Oh, well. I guess it's similar to how many of my friends are into some of the more constraining couture from yesterday... it looks good, there are aspects about it that feel good, so, why not? Hm. Come to think of it, I'm also into constraining couture from yesteryear... But that's a post for for another time...

Back to weddings. See, I'm a hopeless romantic. Throughout my life, love has come in waves. Unfortunately, most of those waves have totally knocked me under, nearly drowning me. Sigh. I'm holding out, people... I think, at the very least, I've become a better swimmer.

Ugh- my terrible metaphors are killing even me.

Anyway, if love never happens for me in the big way I dream, at least I can make pretty little things for all of the blushing brides out there.

Now, do me a favor, and invite me to your wedding, please. I'm a good guest. I cry at all of the appropriate times, dance like crazy at the reception, talk up all the crazy aunts, and who knows, I might just make-out with your best man, providing you with story-fodder for years to come... (i.e. there was this crazy girl at my wedding who [fill in the blank]...)

Oh- a note to my parents: If you're reading this, please ignore the second picture of the custom work... It's a gift to you guys, but couldn't wait to share it! Classic Melissa...

Already going against my own decisions.

This past weekend, I decided to be a little more selfish. I'm fully aware of how this sounds, but after years of cultivating friendships that are mostly one-sided, I had had enough. I realized that the amount of time I spend on people who aren't often there for me, should be shifted to the people who truly matter... my family and good friends.

Yet perhaps the problem isn't that I want to share myself with people, only that I've expected things in return? Today, as usual, I turned to Hafiz, who's words I often read for comfort. I opened to this poem:

It happens all the time in heaven,
And some day

It will begin to happen
Again on earth-

That men and women who are married,
And men and men who are
Lovers,

And women and women
Who give each other
Light,

Often will get down on their knews

And while so tenderly
Holding their lover's hand,

With tears in their eyes,
Will sincerely speak, saying,

"My dear,
How can I be more loving to you;

How can I be more
Kind?"

And so, today I'm left to wonder, is it really that horrible a thing to continue loving people? My life is full- I am happy. Why not share the wealth, even to those who haven't quite figured out the art of selflessness?

Love Box

A friend of mine (thanks, Bruno!) sent me a link to Tamarindo Concept's great, anatomically correct 'love-box'.

Not sure if you already know this, but I have a thing for hearts... (and I sure do think it's fun to say love-box)

Check out the love-box here!

And if you haven't checked out any of my heart shirts, check 'em out:

(for kids)

(and for adults)

Check out my Etsy store here.