|I do not get credit for the sculpted and (properly) gilded lettering for this sign. Though not what he does professionally, it was created for Cindy by her friend George, whose regular work can be seen at carvingart.com.|
...and I would be the villainous bridesmaid-from-hell, with Jim Albani as the bumbling priest:
|Don't be fooled ! The villain is always the one with the saw, though in this case, I think the priest looks a little sinister!|
Of course, if I could shoot the movie, then I would have to write something with an appropriately melodramatic plot, and the only thing dramatic yesterday, was the barn itself.
The main level is a bright space, set up as the back-up spot for outdoor weddings at the farm. With it's lovely faux stone walls (much admired by last night's guests, as I stood wielding my circular saw), park bench seating, and charming table settings, it's the perfect place to say your vows and begin your reception.
At the far end of the upper floor is a small stage. Last night, the notorious Ruby La Fey (Cindy's story teller alter ego) told the story of the beginning of the barn's transformation, which included a large number of creepy crawly critters, and a sneak attack by...the well pump??? Jim Albani, of Minnesota Officiants (minnesotaofficiants.com), hammed it up a bit for the evening as Father Jimmy-John, and took a turn on stage to tell some funny and touching wedding stories, like his warning to brides: Many leafy trees in Minnesota contain nuts that begin dropping in late summer, so consider what's overhead before opening your mouth to speak.
My role for the evening, aside from co-decorator, last-minute carpenter (you owe me one, Bucko), and chili cook, was Bridesmaid From Hell. I wore my favorite hikers with my lovely lavender gown, in honor of my first experience as a bridesmaid, in which the bride literally had nightmares of me arriving late and running down the aisle in my long peach gown and my hiking boots. Yeah, imagine worrying about that. (I was not late to that wedding, but if you are new to this blog, and/or don't know me personally, suffice it to say that I live in a slightly altered timezone, and though I love the art of fashion, especially vintage and theatrical fashion, I generally go about in what would best be called "paint rags".)
I shared this story during my turn on stage, beginning a short ramble, loosely based on the decorating compromises of couples I work for, my own experiences in the realm of decorative compromise with a significant other (or two), and why, in conclusion, my chances of ever needing the services of Minnesota Wedding Officiants are pretty slim. Apparently, "I have a Skilsaw, and I know how to use it" is not an approved pick-up line in the Girl's Guide to Dating handbook. Huh.
|Dawn-Marie deLara (theartofthehome.com), Jim Albani (minnesotaofficiants.com), and Cindy Faus Heimerl (atmarionsplace.com and minnesotaofficiants.com).|
Or, more likely, To Be Continued...