I couldn't help myself. I stabbed myself with a needle so many damn times that I'm showing my ring bearer pillow to everyone (online and off). The rings are supposed to go onto those loopy things which are attached with velcro under the satin flowers. I'm espeically proud of the piping along the edges. Matt blinked at me when I said "piping," then he nodded and smiled in the same way that I do when my grandmother starts talking to me in Japanese. After my fingers recover, my next project will be the flower girl basket.

Yesterday I told Matt that it was a shame that we're only getting married once, because if we had to do this a second time, we'd both be much better at it. I think if we could go back to the start, we'd elope, get married by Elvis at the chapel by the courthouse in Vegas and gamble the night away.