Saucy's Wedding Party - Ya All Come

This is the invitation:

Do you love looking at wedding photos? I do. Let's see yours, please! On Thursday, June 26th, play along with me at my Virtual Wedding Party. Post photos from your wedding - they can be pretty or funny or just pretty funny! Tell us a story! What happened at your wedding? Did Aunt Marge trip and fall on the cake? Who caught the bouquet, and did they get married yet? We'd love to hear it. Don't spare any details

This is the happy couple.

(I made my wedding gown.)

This is our wedding party. A friend of the
family made the attendants dresses.

My total budget for my wedding was $500.00.

The year is 1964, I hope that explains dyed to match dresses and pointy shoes.

The unhappy bridesmaid on the left is one of Bob's sisters.

She eventually married Bob's best friend, the Best Man!

This is me with my Dad.

And this is my whole family.

This is Bob's family.
The sister on the right, who looks so happy,

sobbed, loud racking sobs through the entire ceremony.

Bob's mother told every one who would listen

that our marriage would last a year.

So much for predictions, we've managed to last 44 years, and counting.

Toilet Paper Wedding Dresses

In honor of Saucy'sWedding Party, I thought I'd share these great images of wedding dresses made of toilet paper.

I think they're pretty darn creative, don't you?

All photos from googleimages.

Fun Monday - Old Clothes

This is what HulaGirlAtHeart wants: After much thought and consideration I’ve come up with the following topic….clothing…specifically clothing you can’t get rid of. We all have at least one or two items of clothing that we can’t part with, even if we can’t or don’t wear them.

So that's what she gets, old clothes. I have a system in my closet, and not much gets saved for too long, if I've stopped wearing it, or it's out of style, it's history.

Here are the Few, The Proud, the Exceptions:

A pink satin LAPD jacket, can you say IRONIC?

This sweatshirt is over 30 years old. I rarely wear it, but it's a keeper.

I've blogged a lot, recently, about my wedding, and my wedding dress. Last month was our 44th wedding anniversary. So, I pulled my creation from the closet, and took a couple of close-ups of the details. On the back, 34 hand covered buttons, and an addtional 11, on each sleeve. Thats 56, little covered buttons, a dressmakers Hell, but I did it, I was on a budget.

The last photo is of Bob and I with my Grandma Sorenson, she passed five months later, at 80.

No modeling, sorry.

Be sure to visit all the Fun Monday participants at HulaGirlAtHeart, and thanks for stopping by.

Round Robin Challenge: I Made That

This is our challenge from Jennifer Robin of Robin's Woods. This is what she wants:

"I Made That - Something you made, be it food, craft, child, a mess, anything (besides the picture itself!)"

We've all got something we've made! Show and tell time. What have you made? Let's see it, share it and photograph it!

My most recent passion has been making necklaces. I work two ways. I either get an idea, then find the components to make it happen; or I find a component I like and decide how to incorparate it into something I'll love. I don't sell my necklaces, I wear them or give them as gifts. So here's a peek at a small part of my inventory.

Another item I made, over 44 years ago, was my wedding gown. I've been sewing since I was 8, and it was logical that I make the dress for my wedding. Later when my daughters were teenagers, I made all their prom and formal dresses, but when it came time for their weddings, they didn't want to wear mine, or have me make theirs. I was surprised, but happy. Their weddings were wonderful.

Now visit all the Robins, and see what they've made.

Fun Monday

Molly is hosting this week, and this is what she wants:

For your assignment tell us about a happy memory from your childhood. If you have pictures, please show us your pictures.

Many of my happiest memories from my childhood involve camping.

We weekend tent camped, frequently at a place called Black Canyon. Sounds ominous doesn't it? It was a beautiful spot deep in the San Bernardino National Forest. At the time, about 55 years ago, it was quite remote. It was reached by driving down, down, down a long and twisting one lane road, with the canyon drop-off on one side and the mountain on the other. If two cars encountered each other, the one coming downhill, had to back up, until there was a place for them to pass each other. Very scary for a child. Once we were there and camp set up, we could roam at will. Fish, climb rocks and boulders, hike, generally have a great time. Since we were girls, sometimes we would go to our favorite huge boulder, climb up and have a tea party.

When we were young pre-teens and teenagers, our family frequently spent a week or two in August, camping in the Redwoods in Northern California. A favorite was Humboldt Redwoods State Park. It was long drive to get there, over 635 miles, but it was well worth the drive. It was and is, a paradise. Redwood trees as tall as the sky, and as big around as a truck. Lots of places to roam and hike. Each summer that we ventured there, Mom and Dad brought canning supplies, and we picked blackberries for blackberry jam. Making jam in the Redwoods was traditional in our family. We had many lazy days, too. Sometimes we would sit on the split-rail fence that bordered the Avenue of the Giants and wave at the logging trucks that zoomed by. Logging was still going strong in the '50's. At night there were Ranger talks in an outdoor amphitheater. There was always a huge roaring campfire going and after the talk there'd be community singing. It was a wonderful time for everyone.

When we were in 7-12th grades we were active in Mariner Scouting, a branch of the Girl Scouts. Camping with our "ship", frequently involved co-op camping with our brother Sea Scout "ship". Since these were co-ed camping trips, my Dad took his vacations to go with us. When we arrived at out destination, usually a near-by State Beach on the California coast, we'd set up a huge group tent for everyone: boys, girls and adults. The theory was that if every thing was out in the open, there'd be less 'trouble' (that meant s-e-x), and they were right. Our tent was made of parachute nylon, strung between the available trees. In the morning, if you wanted breakfast, you made it yourself. After all we were scouts, and knew how to do things, and there was plenty of ingredients available. The same went for lunch. This was much less work for the adults, and we cleaned up after ourselves. For dinner, there were rotating teams in charge, and everyone ate together. During the day we were free to do as we wished, hiking, fishing, exploring the nearby towns.

Of the couples who met through our scout groups, all are still married except one.

Jan and Bob - that's us, 44 years

Sue and Steve - that's my sister, 43 years

Ginny and Lloyd - 45 years

Dianne and Dick - 40 years

Denny and Carlene - divorced, then Denny married Sherrilynn - divorced, then he married an outsider, but very nice, and that marriage lasted.

Now, go visit all the happy memories at Return of the White Robin

For Bob, I love you

I Married You
by Linda Pastan,
from Queen of a Rainy Country


I married you
for all the wrong reasons,
charmed by your
dangerous family history,

by the innocent muscles, bulging
like hidden weapons
under your shirt,
by your naive ties, the colors
of painted scraps of sunset.

I was charmed too by your assumptions
about me: my serenity —
that mirror waiting to be cracked,
my flashy acrobatics with knives
in the kitchen.

How wrong we both were
about each other,
and how happy we have been.

Today is our 44th Wedding Anniversay.
In this 1967 photo, we'd been married 3 years.

Fun Monday

This is what Jo has asked for: I want to know about your first ‘celebrity’ crush. You know, the one you fancied from that band, or that film, or who read the news, or who won Gold at the Olympics.

I'm going to fudge. I'm old, I can do that.

When I was a teenager I met Bob, all the girls talked about him, many of the girls were wild about him. He was cute, but he had a reputation, not a bad boy reputation, but a reputation, none the less. He would never date anyone more than once. Ever.

Well, I didn't care, I was going steady with some one else. But, Bob was cute and he had a very nice hard-body, thanks to Uncle Sam. When I met him he'd just returned from U.S. Navy Survival School. He was lean and mean, not an ounce of fat on him. They taught him how to survive, if he ever had to parachute or crash land in enemy territory; how to eat what was available, like bugs and snakes. This was in 1961. Off he went on a West-Pac cruise. All the girls wrote him, including me. Some of the girls sent him copies of this song:

Marcie Blane-Bobby's girl



Real subtle, huh.

Time went by, and a couple of years passed, I was available, and Bob was out of the Navy. While he was on his 2nd West-Pac cruise, I written that I had broken up with my boyfriend, but Bob didn't call.


One day, in 1963, I said to my 17 year old sister, "If that Bob Prytz doesn't call, I'm never going out with him." She went to school and told Bob's 17 year old sister. That night Bob called and asked me to dinner and said he had tickets to the Ice Capades. Very convenient, having Ice Capades tickets!

We had a good time. I was 19, Bob was 23, I was too young to drink, but Bob had wine with dinner, he seemed very sophisicated. That was on a Saturday night. Bob called the next day and asked for a 2nd date! Boy, was my sister impressed, she actually called people and told them.

After the 2nd date, he asked me for a 3rd date, but I was busy. In those days girls dated lots of different boys, at the same time. So, he picked a different date. On our 5th date, Nov. 2, 1963, Bob asked me to marry him. He was tired of loosing dates to other guys. We were married 7 months later, May 2, 1964. I was still 19 and Bob was still 23.

We're still married, and still having fun.

This is a lot of shots, I was holding the camera, and we were trying to "look good". Well, we tried.