Of wedding and whisky glassesMay 16, 2011
I’m at present on the process of honing the art of grace under pressure. I’ve no idea why I got involve here, but just in case you want to know why, a friend of mine is getting married in three days and there are still a lot of things to be done, I wonder even why I’m the ones panicking when I’m not the one getting hitched.
There’s actually is no royal wedding sort of ceremony, it’s just a simple UCCP church wedding ritual with immediate family as the witness and not even the closest friends were invited. I extremely understand why the couple did it so – economic reasons for sure.
The reception was booked for scarcely 25 persons only, a wedding reception way far-off from traditional Filipino wedding where the whole town is invited to a wedding feast. A practical picture of today’s current circumstance, that when you can’t afford it, say it.
In the Philippines, when you’re invited to a wedding you are expected to bring in a wedding gift in return, call it lucky, I’m one of those distinguished 25 so I’m strained to scout for something nice and practical that they can use after the wedding.
I was originally planning to buy a set of whisky Glasses, so far the most popular choice at any wedding registry counters in town. I plan to have one wrapped at a newly opened Abreeza Mall here in Davao, but when I get there, curious humans swelled making it hard to move around.
The next mall -GMall up the street was having a grand sale; there weren’t elegant designs for a whisky glass on display so I opted to buy one of these decanters instead. I’m planning to fill-in it first my origami stars which I painstakingly did several months back, before they can use it to its very purpose, I find it a novel idea for a gift. How do you like it?
Tata ladies, need to have my hair fix first before the big day, actually not my big day :)
Posted by verna luga
She earned her Masters in Applied Social Research at Ateneo de Davao University. She's a hard-core pluralist, an eternal optimist, a 40ish realist and a frustrated florist. She’s a mother, a teacher, a dreamer and who knows one day a potter.
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