Hi, folks! Miss me? Sorry to fall off the face of the planet. I have, as I've indicated elsewhere, been Experiencing Technical Difficulties, and all my non-email posting has been painfully curtailed.
But I had to post today. March 21st is important.
No, not because it's the first day of Spring. That's important! But it's not personal.
No, not because it's the day my ISP finally decided to function and reconnect me to the world, after a week of mockingly timing me out of every single forum and thread I frequent (to all my dear forumites: I miss you, too!). That's certainly essential and cause for rejoicing, but I had no way of knowing it would happen.
Today is important because, 12 years ago, I made a ludicrous and ill-advised decisions to stagger down a row of pews, stammer through some vows written by people who died a long time ago, and let a crazy man lead me off into a hall of mostly strangers. I was ridiculously young, he was unemployed, we were both horrifically unprepared for marriage or indeed independent living of any sort.
Today we woke up early so we could celebrate before he had to go to work. Celebration, in this case, consisting of him giving me things and me being thrilled.
And I really am thrilled. It's our silk and linen anniversary, apparently-- he's the one who keeps track of these things-- and he bought me two square yards of jaw-dropping emerald green silk, three sets of buttons in four colors, and a custom four-color linen skirt. And a green band major's shako. Which last is insanely awesome, and which I have been wearing around the house all day. Washing dishes takes on a whole new dimension when one is wearing a green leather shako.
I think there is maybe one person reading this blog who has any idea at all of the full extent of awesome involved here. For everyone who doesn't know, well, it involves a sort of obscure fandom, and a long-stifled urge to cosplay one extremely minor character (she takes over a kingdom with knitting needles! Essentially so she can eat chocolate! And then begins a fantastic artistic career among creampuff trees! It is everything I aspire to.)
So to get me all this, in theme, he had to pay attention to a wee minor fixation, come up with the costume plan himself, hunt down a seamstress (thanks, Etsy!), remember my measurements, and hide multiple packages in the house. And plan it all weeks in advance.
Twelve years ago, I made a stupid, lunatic choice, for a stupid, lunatic reason.
Now I have an awesome hat.
I have an awesome husband.
And good sense and sanity can leave a message, but we're not likely to answer any time soon.