Aw, congratulations! (And also on your poem, earlier. ♥)
I hope you have a good day, the two of you. P.
Congrats--ten years is no slouch!
I discovered a few years ago, while randomly looking up tin for some other reason, that it's apparently somewhat common for people to buy their spouse a small ingot of tin as a 10th anniversary gift. Cute as a gag, I suppose, but I much prefer the idea of a tin vessel (but then, I'm always about vessels of any kind, due to what they represent, particularly as it pertains to love).
Happy anniversary, and I hope it's a good one. <3
I discovered a few years ago, while randomly looking up tin for some other reason, that it's apparently somewhat common for people to buy their spouse a small ingot of tin as a 10th anniversary gift. Cute as a gag, I suppose, but I much prefer the idea of a tin vessel (but then, I'm always about vessels of any kind, due to what they represent, particularly as it pertains to love).
Happy anniversary, and I hope it's a good one. <3
Congratulations!
The link to the sea makes it all the more appropriate.
Phoenician trade
The link to the sea makes it all the more appropriate.
Rejoicings!
I am reminded of a Jan Struther piece from the 30s, which begins propitiously, "It is curious to reflect that it was really a werewolf who was responsible for our Tin Wedding party." (She was waylaid in the W's in Brewer, and ended up at Wedding Anniversaries, and an excuse for a party.)
Her friends brought sardines, loquats, lichees and “a mysterious black tin ... labelled ‘Hanami Senbei’” ("ambrosial"); tin toys, toasting forks, liver salts, petrol, and two live goldfish in a huge tin can, christened Joan and Sydney; a Tin share; a pewter beer mug; a five-pound note (“A spot of tin”), and "sundry bottles of Lamson ’21 on the flimsy pretext that ‘there’s some tinfoil, my dear, under the gold.'"
“And I still haven’t found out about werewolves.”
May there ever be gold under your tinfoil.
Love,
Nine
I am reminded of a Jan Struther piece from the 30s, which begins propitiously, "It is curious to reflect that it was really a werewolf who was responsible for our Tin Wedding party." (She was waylaid in the W's in Brewer, and ended up at Wedding Anniversaries, and an excuse for a party.)
Her friends brought sardines, loquats, lichees and “a mysterious black tin ... labelled ‘Hanami Senbei’” ("ambrosial"); tin toys, toasting forks, liver salts, petrol, and two live goldfish in a huge tin can, christened Joan and Sydney; a Tin share; a pewter beer mug; a five-pound note (“A spot of tin”), and "sundry bottles of Lamson ’21 on the flimsy pretext that ‘there’s some tinfoil, my dear, under the gold.'"
“And I still haven’t found out about werewolves.”
May there ever be gold under your tinfoil.
Love,
Nine

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