Ficklewedding

After almost 20 years, there is going to be a wedding! Ms Ficklesticks will marry Mr. Cakes, and imagines a glorious affair with Ficklesticks bouquets and boutonnieres, a Ficklesticks basket full of memento Ficklesticks flowers for the flower girls to throw, Ficklesicks springs for the rings on the pillow, tiaras, bowties and cummerbunds (sp!), garlands, streamers, "just married" in ficklesticks for the getaway car, and of course a tiny Ficklestickfigure bride and groom for the cake! Then, of course, in attendance, my publisher, C&T Publishing,  as official wedding photographer, carefully chronicling every tiny Ficklestick! The groom imagines something a little more like "you, me, a dark room and the judge or whatever". Ah, marriage negotiations, they are such fun!

This will entail a move back to my former home, Little Rock. My  beloved is searching now for a house with enough space for Ficklesticks, visits from family, space for growing things, and room to wander off from each other! The wedding will take place some time after the Houston Quilt Festival, Greater Chicago Quilt Festival, and the San Francisco Celebration of Craftswomen. So, we are thinking early December.

Apparently, my former position at the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette is open still ( or again, and again! ). Some offers have been made for Ms Ficklesticks to return to exact same desk and chair. Though the prospect is interesting, I wonder how it could be fit into my new life as wife/author/crafter? I am relishing the idea that as Ms Fickelsticks, I will be traveling the quilt festival circuit, teaching workshops, selling my Ficklesticks wares hither and yon, being flexible enough in my work schedule to go visit all the children I am leaving behind in California.

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[The Stash]

That was Ms Ficklesticks fantasy. In reality, Mr Cakes met her at the airport and hauled her straight to the County Courthouse and bought the license. Then a few phone calls later and he had a wedding arranged on the back deck of a bar, with "Here Comes the Bride" played on tuba by the same judge who does the ceremony. The bride was dressed in orange crocs and flowered shirt with a Ficklestick necklace.