Daughter getting married and assorted ramblings
Tomorrow, May 5, our youngest daughter is getting married. It’s to be a simple ceremony, with just a few family members and some friends in attendance, very similar to how Honey and I were married 32 years ago on May 9. That date was selected because it was the fourth anniversary of our first date. Our daughter selected May 5th, because it is the anniversary of their first date.
Our oldest daughter just called and said that she and Sissy had discussed flowers and Lindsay chose peach Gerber daisies because that’s what I carried when I married her Daddy. I am beyond touched by those two gestures.
To complete the sentiment, Lindsay will wear the heart-shaped pin that every bride in our family has
worn over the last 40 years. I inherited it from my grandmother and have worn it twice myself, then the tradition has continued with my middle daughter, daughters-in-law, cousins, aunts, and now my youngest.
This pin also played an important part in the only book I wrote under the name of Tina Ordone, Her Timeless Obsession. It appears on the cover, as well. Check out the woman’s shoulder.
On another subject all together – I read all the time, even if only for an hour or two at night. Sometimes, I’m so enthralled with a book that I continue reading in the morning over my coffee. I’ve noticed, of late, a couple of things that seems rampant in romance novels and I don’t mind saying, they have started to irritate.
Too many times, in too many good stories, the word morph appears. According to the dictionary, it has everything to do with change in shape – morph 2 (môrf) n. One of various distinct forms of an organism or species.
It is used with reference to changing a shape by computer manipulation. In the context of the romance novel stories, it invariably refers to emotion – he morphed from angry to loving; from a wimp to a hero, or something of the like. As a verb, morph means to change, to be transformed, but save for one reference, it is almost exclusively used in terms of a physical change.
My complaint is solely that it has a ‘nother worldly feel to it and throws me out of the love story, albeit momentarily. A personal thing, no doubt. I did however, encounter it in a Victorian historical, though, and it cause no small eye roll and a sadness, because the story was very good. By the way, the word never entered the lexicon until 1945 to 1950, and then more commonly as metamorphose, so it certainly wasn’t used in 1890.
The other thing that is overused, so much so that Imake a concerted effort to never use it, is the raking of hands through one’s hair. I have a husband, son, sons-in-law, brothers, grandson, cousins, and friends, and I’ve never known a one of them to rake their hands through their hair. Nor have they patted their hair, threaded fingers through, or any of the other variations of the action. Why do editors continue to allow this dramatic and again, overused, gesture? Dunno.
What do you think? Are there things you see in romances that you find are overused? I’d love to know.
Off to figure out what I’m going to wear to my daughter’s wedding. Dressy casual, I’m told. I can manage that.
Hugs,
Brita
