So we have a wedding this coming week. Amy is marrying Jake Pettigrew on Thursday, and we’re very happy for them. They seem perfect for each other. Amy wanted some very specific design elements for her wedding dress, so I ended up sewing it for her, even though I’m not a great seamstress. Fortunately the miles of lace trim covering all the seams has saved me by covering most of the flaws.
As for the title of this post, well…
a) 30 feet
b) a first down
c) the length of lace trim I sewed around the hem of said wedding dress
d) all of the above
Yep, it really is 30 feet around the circumference of the skirt hem. Amazing. I’ll post some pictures later in the week.
As you might expect, our annual Easter cantata was this weekend, and everyone did soooo so well. This year we used harp and flute, which added some nice variety. The choir was really “on” last night in particular–it felt very much like they were an instrument and I was doing the playing as I directed. That’s a cool feeling.
General Conference was lovely yesterday. I haven’t heard ANY of Saturday’s sessions yet (I’m glad the audio is available already!), since Amy was home for just the one day and we had to go…. wedding shopping.
Amy and Jake are getting married May 6, and Saturday was the only day we’ll have together until the week or so before the wedding. Since I’m sewing the top of the dress (we bought the skirt) we had to find patterns (it took three to get what she wanted), sew a muslin mockup, then buy fabric and trim… all in one day. Good thing we’re pretty laid back about it all or we might have just… exploded.
So maybe this isn’t significant in the middle of everything else, but Saturday afternoon we stopped at B&R (which I think contributed to the laid-back-ness of the wedding shopping) and I tried their Premium Churned Light Raspberry Chip , which I’d never had before. MMMMMMMMMMmmmm!!!! Gotta remember that one.
I have a couple of new things in the works musically. I’ll probably post a new song dedicated to dads this week–hopefully in time if anyone wants it for Father’s Day in June.
Last bit of trivia… filed in a category called “Thing That Make You Go “Hmmm.”
Yesterday a sidebar on one of the news sites caught my eye. It said, “Healthy Chocolate Cupcakes–Get the recipe for this good-for-you dessert!”
It’s a novel concept: a chocolate cake recipe using… beets. Okay, I’ll bite. But wait! If you look even casually at the recipe, you see that it calls for 2 cups of butter, 1/2 cup of oil, 2 1/2 cups of granulated sugar, and a pound of XXX sugar. All in about 12 servings.
And it’s healthy! (I read it on the internet, so I know it’s so.)
Who knew that beets were so magical? If a can and a half of beets cancel out that much fat and sugar, sign me up as a bona fide Beet Fanatic! 😉
“If ya can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all.”
This post is obviously going to be a bit of a rant. I can do that. It’s my blog.
I’m often dismayed at the things people will say when they’re protected (as they suppose) by the anonymity of the internet. Blogs, message boards, comments on news articles, Facebook, Twitter… you name it…. there is a plethora of publicly accessible places to post cyber graffiti. They’re inhabited by the nameless and faceless, tapping away at keyboards to express their opinions on subjects ranging from music to basketball, religion to French cuisine, politics to childrens’ literature.
And as they so vehemently point out, they are entitled to their opinions and have the right to express them.
They also have the right to walk up to any stranger they choose on the street and tell him, face to face, that he’s downright ugly. In most cases it’s not gonna happen though and here’s why:
It’s not nice.
It’s not anonymous.
The same reasons should restrain what people choose to say on the internet. In the unreal world of cyberspace, athletes who lay it all on the line day after day and give everything they have are criticized for lack of effort; composers who bear testimony of Christ as best they can are mocked for their efforts (and no, I’m not talking about myself); leaders who devote as many hours to service as their critics seem devote to message boards are denigrated for their mistakes… the examples are legion. You know. You’ve seen it.
It’s not nice. Don’t believe for an instant that the target won’t feel the sting. I don’t know an internet user who has never done a vanity search. It’s human nature, and hey, it’s fun. Most of the time.
And cyber graffiti isn’t as anonymous as people might think. If you’re savvy enough, you can discover IP numbers and track the likely contributor. If you care enough to overturn rocks to find what lurks underneath.
It’s not likely to make much difference, ranting like this. It will only make me feel better to have said it publicly, with my name attached. But if it causes anyone–anyone!–to think twice before mounting an attack on another human being’s sense of worth, no matter how anonymous they feel or how tough the target may appear, well, I’ll have added my mite of kindness to the collective treasury of charity in the world.
An opinion is your right. Expressing it is your right. But sometimes it’s, well, not right.
Thumper was right.