My editors couldn’t tell, I’m sure, but I was running on fumes last week. My Dad was in the hospital for the entire week, and as hard as it is to worry about his care, it brings back some tough memories from when my Mom was in the ICU for 3 weeks. If ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,’ I should be able to lift a bus over my head by now. But Dad came home with a new gizmo in his chest, he’s feeling better, and all is well. We’re prepping for my brother’s wedding, so there’s lots of activity around the rehearsal dinner and the usual pre-wedding stress. But Joe — who needs to be sainted right away for putting up with all of this — brought my Dad some muffins along with a towel from the big Rutgers game last week. I love his giving nature, how thoughtful he is, how he knows the exact right way to support in every instance. I’m far from high-maintenance, but he reads me well. And he always delivers the perfect joke to lighten me up. I’m the luckiest woman on earth, and I’ve never been able to say this about anyone before — but it’s an honor to be with him.
Tomorrow I’m talking with the Wedding Podcast Network about potentially doing a show for them — we’ll see how that evolves — and a quick glance at my project flowchart shows me that I should be getting some answers on my upcoming book. Fingers crossed that we can get a release date set for one project I really, really want to do, and that I’ll be blissfully typing up #33 within a matter of weeks. In every writer’s life, days come where you think about jumping tracks to something unrelated, and then good news comes along, and you’re re-connected to the great love that is your writing life. Many icons have said that they couldn’t live if they couldn’t write. I know how that feels. So hopefully, the wheels will start turning at a house where a project is waiting for greenlight, and I’ll get that call from Meredith with a happy ‘Guess what?!’ Until then, I’ve got my sketchbook and charcoal pencils out and am designing a line of wedding day shoes…formals for the ceremony time and more comfy, but stylish ones for the reception (and no, honey, they’re not going to be like that Kors one we saw today). My grandmother was a beader, one of those artisans whose meticulous work would earn her six-figures at a top shoe designer today. We have all of her beads in the basement, some of which I’m sure are not even available anymore. So I may go pick up a few pairs of practice heels and see what I can do. Sculpture has bypassed me — I loved it for years but I prefer the texture of bread dough in my hands rather than terra cotta clay — and watercolors are a yawn for me. How many tree-lined ponds can you do? I’m feeling pulled to this craft, and am researching delicate beading methodology online. Could the Sharon Naylor Wedding Shoe line be far off in the distance? We’ll see… Joe accompanied me to the shoe store today, and that’s where the idea hit.
And speaking of beading, I just received a wonderful book by Jean Campbell, titled “Beaded Weddings,” with over 75 fantastic ideas for beaded jewelry, invitations, reception decor, gifts and more. Gorgeous pictures, a big section on jewelry, and I especially love the DIY section on beaded accents to stick into floral bouquets. Photo albums get the beaded treatment, along with votive candles. If you want style and elegance at a low price, pick up this book and enlist your friends to join you in crafting some elements for your day. I’m headed over to give Jean’s book a 5-star on amazon.com. I don’t often recommend other wedding books, but this is one you — or your mothers or bridesmaids — will definitely enjoy. Thank you for sending this one, Jaime. I’m a new fan of Jean’s work.