Meg's Musings

Katie/Steve/Katie/Steve/Katie/Steve

I love engagements. Probably more than weddings, definitely more than receptions (Please, PLEASE, people, no more chicken breasts with mushrooms and green beans!).
Katie and Steve got engaged and he gave her a great engagement story (more important than say, the wedding dress, in my opinion. Wedding dresses are basically white and dressy, engagements are much more unique, interesting and likely to be asked about in detail). You’ll have to ask her about it, or him. They’re both pretty thrilled.

I really wanted to get a shot of their hands together showing off the gorgeous ring (and it is indeed gorgeous in that way that will make it a pleasure for her to wear for the rest of her life) but I never got around to it. There will be other opportunities.

It’s interesting that I get so excited for people who get engaged but that—at least at this point—I don’t envy them. I suppose that could be because in my ideal world I’d go from engaged one day to waking up next to him and having coffee the next. I’m not even particularly interested in a ring. The appeal of a diamond is in having someone who thinks I’m worth a thousand dollar ring, not in the ring itself (heck, wearing something of that value on a finger where I could chip it while reaching into the garbage disposal or lose it while mixing paint seems a bit burdensome).

It could also be because I can’t think of anyone I’d want to marry.

posted by Me @ 10:20