Oh, Sarah-Rose

So in One (1) week I’ll more than likely (thanks raise!) be ordering an ipod (yes, I know, ipods are evil blah blah blah).
A white 30g ipod. And I’m getting it through the official website which lets me get it engraved.
And I am a total geek for engraving/personalisation.

BUT! I need help. Because

Option One

My name and Ad astra per aspera (to the stars through difficulty).

Option Two

My name and a quote from W.B. Yeats.

Option Three

My name and my absolute-favourite-word, an archaic word meaning of the evening/nighttime
BUT I have a bracelet which I wear a lot of the time which says Vespertine. It might be overkill.

Option Four

My name and Ecce Cor Meum (Behold my heart).
a little … I think it makes me gag.

Option Five(ish)

I could have my full name with any of the one-line options. Like Vespertine.

Option Six

A line from one of my favourite poems, Spring by Gerard Manly Hopkins.

Option Seven

From another of my favourite poems, Love Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda.

Option Eight

From a poem by Sylvia Plath (I think it’s Mad Girl’s Love Song)

Option Nine

From The Tempest.

Option Ten

Simply : Vespertine

Option Eleven

Simply : Oh Darling

Option Twelve

Simply : Panda
again, I have a bracelet which says Panda.

Option Thirteen

Simply : Dracula

I think the shorter ones are my favourites at the moment. But please vote and help me out! Seriously!

OR!! you could make suggestions as well.

So please help me because I don’t want it to end up like this :

(Craig’s no use. He’s a Gemini.)

Craig and I made it to one year!

(like there was ever any doubt)

We celebrated with a picnic in the park (cemetary) where we had our wedding photos taken.

The rain helf off until we were finished eating and packing everything up, thankfully. I clambered about (in 3 inch wedge heels no less!) and took photos.

I despair for the monotony of modern grave stones. Victorian graves seem ever so sculptural.

I loved the tiling on this grave. It’s so incongruous.

Can you tell I love the decay? I would love to live in a house like Miss Haversham’s.
Well, only externally like that, I wouldn’t want cobwebs and old wedding food everywhere.

(the full set can be viewed here)

We also celebrated this first-of-many anniversary with presents of bracelets (and no, I didn’t think about and I am now ignoring all imagery of shackles). Marc by Marc Jacobs for Craig (Latin and leather) and silver and diamonds for me (Australian not Blood).

If the first year is the hardest (as they all say) and the first cut is the deepest then it should be … smooth sailing form here on out.
(damn I hate that cliché but I’ve had the title song stuck in my head for days now and I’m hoping that using sailing metaphors will exorcise it)
London here we come!!

(one hundred and forty one days and counting)

Dear Fridge,
Today I am feeling a little resentful towards you. I had cherries! a large bag of ripe ripe ripe (and well priced) cherries that I was so looking forward to eating today and you HID THEM FROM ME. Fruit does not go in the Vegetable drawer!
And you knew I was planning on making pizza tonight and yet you did not remind me to take the tomato paste out of the freezer. Now I’ll have to do that when I get home. Sadface.
I think this may all be because I put new things in you yesterday. New things like Capsicum and Mushrooms and Black Olives (not new but still a little foreign). But uh … tough? it’s my food. And you are not really anthropomorphic.
Love you Ice box!!!
Sarah-Rose

One year ago today I had received my first wedding present, Craig’s parents were on their way down, I found earrings for my mother and got our wedding rings engraved.

I love that our rings are so different but so alike.
They differ in size, materials, and style but both not-gold but a silvery-grey colour, (his titanium, mine white gold) both have a middle-ring feature, (his shiny-matte-shiny and mind gold-diamond-gold) and the size difference? it’s pretty much indicative of his 6’2″ vs my 5’1.25″ stature. My thumb is smaller than his pinky.
Now I’m mad at myself for getting teary-eyed at the symbolism of our wedding rings.

Have I mentioned that I’ve been really really happy recently?
(My heart feels swollen)
Even though yesterday when Craig went to pay for our Flights & IYTC card & Travel Insurance he found out that Surprise! it costs $400 extra. And that Surprise! his eftpos card only lets him use it for transactions up to $2000 in any one day. Not that anyone told us that.
So they are half paid for and he must return again today.

But things keep happening like this:
We need passport photos for the IYTC card. I had some taken when I got my new (huh fancy that) passport. 4 taken and 2 sent away, which meant that 2 were sitting around my house but Could I find them? No.
I looked yesterday, a LOT. But they eluded me. I’d given up when this morning Craig comes into the lounge and sys Oh did you find those passport photos? and at the very moment I am saying No, sorry baby my eyes fall on the tiny green corner of shiny paper sticking out of the bookcase and I know, just know that it is the passport photos.
Almost serendipitous.