So I don't really know where the term "distaff" (when used for women) came from, but as a spinner I know what the distaff is. It is a device that is held under the arm or propped beside the spinner to hold the supply of wool that is going to be spun. Often it is no more than a forked stick, but as with everything else, there are people who make beautiful devices, convenient devices, or things that are the equivalent of a pompom bestowed poodle shaped crocheted toilet paper roll cover. Do you remember those? Anyway, as the distaff member of this partnership, I am doing pretty well at being the appendage while Herb does the heavy lifting. He has made up the postcards that we will be sending out as "save the date" notices, he has made up the list for the event planner; he has found the ring smith; he has developed the maps to estimate the distance from Tampa to Middletown and much more.
In turn, I have been making phone calls, chatting with friends, catching up on gossip, and having fun while he slaves over the keyboard... But I DID want to make one point in all of this babble... that whichever one of us is posting at any given time, there is one thing that makes this all worthwhile and that is that we get to play with the people we love. Many weddings are filled with parents' friends and work colleagues or distant relatives you haven't liked since Aunt Martha grabbed you and wiped your face (hard!) with the edge of her stinky handkerchief. That's not true for us... we've got the best of all worlds... we've got the people we love and who have loved and shared and taught us; those with whom we have laughed and cried; those who have made us feel whole and happy.
We have one thing to say... Welcome to our wedding. We are glad you are in our lives.
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