Thematically speaking...

Thematically speaking, the wedding narrative will be delicately crafted by blending a modern contextualized old-timey Depression Era sensibility with something of a Scottish-backwoods-Ozarks-bluegrass-country-in-a-farmyard aesthetic. Oh wait, did I say delicately crafted? No no, scratch that. I meant extremely heavy-handedly tossed and spit stuck together with twigs and chewing gum. That's more realistic.

So old timey. Thirties. Dust bowl (no, not really) (well, maybe a little). And Scottish (cause of the kilts, maybe some thistles and bag pipes?) and Scottish settlers-ish (Bluegrass, babies, Bluegrass!). There will be some Jewish-y stuff in there too, and probably some nods to our new hometown, to vegetarianism, gardening and maybe travel? Or cars? Or technology and beer? No no, I jest. But who knows, it could all end up in there, I'm telling, cause I am essentially going kitchen-sink on this mofo. The groom, by the way, is not amused. But I say poppycock to his reservations - clearly he has no vision (if he's having trouble "seeing it in his mind's eye," I'm sure I could find him a photo somewhere on the porny porny wedding blog net - there is nothing you can conceive of for a wedding theme that hasn't already been cobbled together and graphically represented in a magazine-worthy photojournalism essay out there somewhere - it's dazzling).

Speaking of, since I have already stumbled upon photos of exactly what was beginning to take shape in my mixed-nuts brainpan, I will try to dig those up and post them for your imaginings happiness. Stay tuned.

Also? If you have any thoughts or additions to strange bits that could be thrown into the thematic mix, I totally welcome them. If you think I am a crazy person and my so-called themes are clashy clashy weird or retarded (mom!)? I don't want to hear it. YOU try mixing kilts into an otherwise casual wedding and see how far YOU get, mmmkay?*


*I'm actually kind of excited about the kilts, though they really do make everything else a crap pile more complicated to incorporate. And are tres spendy. And not so easy to come by. And seem to require the same conversation about whether or not he, or he, or that guy, or the other guy will wear undies. every. single. time. It occurs to me that I should start taking bets on that one - hell, I could probably get this whole shindig paid for with enough anticipatory flame fanning and basic gambling savvy.