I’ve been meaning to blog for forEVER and finding various excuses to not do so. But Rachel’s snarky comment in her last post finally sent me over the edge:
(By the way, this is Rachel, as have been the past 4 posts.)
I die. I blog! Touché, Rachel. This is Reesa! As have not been for any posts for months and months.
On a related note, I am married!!!! Dan and I are married!!!!! As of 12/15/12. It is pretty darn fantastic and also pretty darn hard—as I think is the point of marriage.
I have to say: I’m not really sure how much I want to blog about marriage on here these days. It seems like such a private thing for the Internet. Also I don’t really want this to turn into a newlywed blog or (eventually) a Mom blog. On the other hand, both are the kinds of things that are going to infiltrate very likely every part of my life, so I’m not sure how exactly how that’s going to work. Ah well. Only time will tell!
That being said…. here are some pictures. Because Jeckyl Photography did an awesome job. And because I love them.
They are in weirdly varying sizes for reasons of which I’m… not sure.
Don’t you love my uncle’s photo bomb in that last picture?
DOWNTON ABBEY TONIGHT!!!!! Who’s excited? Maura has apparently already watched the entire third season because she is ILLEGAL. And I guess doesn’t care about computer viruses. Anyway, the ominous advice she gave me about the third season was, “Don’t get too attached to any of the characters…”
OH MY GOSH HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT. Who is it going to be? Bates?? Lady Mary? Carson!?
I just hope nobody dies this episode. I’m looking for a wedding. Because I just can’t get enough of those things.
Addendum: Okay I only got to watch the first half. No spoilers por favor.
And finally, perhaps inspired by my sister’s new blog, perhaps because I recently gave up Pinterest, but I’m sort of intrigued by this new… Catholic blog phenomenon (yeah, those exist) called: What I Wore Sunday. It’s a “link up” so you can see what Catholic women all over the US (or potentially the world, which would be pretty awesome) wore to Sunday Mass.
I’m particularly interested in it because it’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about lately on my own… My parents raised my sisters and me to dress nicely for Mass… and I don’t think we ever had much of a problem with it. It was just what we did. But when I went to UD, I started both going to daily Mass more… and also NOT dressing up as much for daily or Sunday Mass. What a paradox! Well, part of it I think was reactionary. Some UD girls dressed up… quite a lot, but in a way that I didn’t think was very stylish. So I guess that sort of discouraged me from dressing nicely for Mass. I didn’t want to be associated with that ‘look.’
On the other hand, if I was just going to daily Mass, it was usually sort of a spontaneous decision. I wore whatever I was wearing to class. And then sometimes I was on my way back from the gym and I was faced with the decision to either go to Mass in gym clothes… or not go at all.
Anyway, it got to the point where going to Mass was so much a part of my routine that I didn’t make much of an effort to prepare for it, mentally or physically. I didn’t think about it much until my Mom approached me about it this past year when I was living at home. Even then I was upset.. but also sort of annoyed. Because, uh Mom, I’m 23. Ah do what ah want*.
Fortunately this all came up again when I heard about the link up via Jennifer Fulwiler. She wrote a great article about how dressing up for Mass changed her attitude here. My favorite quote:
Taking the extra time to choose my attire carefully reminded me of my dignity as a woman and a child of God; and, most powerfully, wearing my favorite pieces on Sunday hit home the message on both a conscious and a subconscious level that I would never find an occasion more special than this one.
Speaking of Jennifer Fulwiler, please keep her in your prayers. Maura texted me the other day that she was in the hospital with pulmonary embrosis. It looks like she’s going to be okay, but she and her family definitely have some hard times ahead.
When Maura texted me, I was struck by how concerned I was for Jenn. I’ve met her once, but mostly I just check her blog every one in a while. I only realized yesterday, as I was thinking about her and her family, that Jen’s had a profound effect on my spirituality, happiness, and mental/intellectual approach to the world. And she’s… a blogger.
Isn’t that crazy? I’ve been sort of resistant to the idea that the Internet can ‘make things happen’. That is, that it has any sort of effect on the real world. But I think it does. In fact, Jenn’s story makes it OBVIOUS that it does. She herself is a convert from atheism who converted almost exclusively due to the conversations she had on Catholic atheist forms. Pretty amazing stuff.
See point 5: I’m trying to dress more nicely for Mass. Here’s what I wore today. Instagrammed. BOOM.
*not a mature attitude