Wizard of Oz Disaster

 Once upon a time, I was planning a wedding and my mother said to me, " You should write to David Tutera and see if you could make it on his show.  He could even do The Wizard of Oz."  And I didn't write but rather planned my own and incorporated my own pieces of Wizard of Oz with the baseball theme.

And you might say that I am one of the biggest Wizard of Oz fans.  So when David Tutera, a wedding planner extraordinaire (like I said, my mother loves him), is having a Wizard of Oz themed wedding (that someone other than me requested!)- I would expect something wonderful. Since I heard my mother go on and on and on about how wonderful he is. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllll- I was actually pretty annoyed and disappointed with the ENTIRE episode.  There was so much that could have been done with it to make the theme more apparent without being "kitschy" as David called the bride's ideas.

First off, the bride was irritating throughout the whole episode.   I cannot get over the fact that she was going to have all 8 of her bridesmaids wear ruby slippers but NOT wear them herself.  Seriously?!?!?!?!?!?!  You are the bride and having a THEMED wedding of THE WIZARD OF OZ and YOU ARE NOT GOING TO WEAR THE RUBY SLIPPERS???!?!?!?!  I just cannot wrap my head around that at all.   Also, she referred to the blue and white gingham as Dorothy's plaid.  SERIOUSLY?

Now the wedding focused on yellow.  I understand her deceased grandmother's favorite color was yellow and yellow is a pretty color and soft for a wedding.  But, if you are having a themed wedding for The Wizard of Oz, you go for pop factors.  Where was the Emerald City?  Why would you line the yellow brick road runner with YELLOW flowers instead of red poppies??  Why would you have tall yellow sunflowers instead of cornstalks?  I mean, its a THEMED WEDDING.  Its ok to have some "kitsch" to it.  But the fact that yellow was the central color, just didn't jive with me.


The cake (by Tasteful Cakes) however was great.  It incorporated all the characters.  Each tier of the cake was a different character representation.  You can't really see the bottom tier in this picture but its silver to represent the tinman.  This was one of the few features I liked in the episode.

http://www.pe.com/localnews/corona/stories/PE_News_Local_W_wscrapbook17.37207ef.html

The bridal bouquet was another element that I actually liked as well.  I felt that it captured the theme.  Here's the link describing the bouquet:  http://www.flowersfirstthenfood.com/?p=15

Overall, I was HIGHLY disappointed with this themed wedding.  I expected much more.  I mean, the wedding didn't have to focus entirely around the Wizard of Oz but it should have captured more of the ideas and elements.  I felt that with his resources he could have captured and created a spectacular, tasteful interpretation and made magic.  There really was not much connection and theme in my opinion.  I'm glad that I did mine the way that I did.  And if the bride liked it, that's all that really matters.  But I'm really glad that I did not listen to my mother because if the wedding turned out the way this one did..... I would have been one disappointed, dissatisfied bride.

My Old Poetry

I used to write lots and lots of poetry.  I had an account that I used to upload my poems to.  I can't believe that was 7 years ago.  Holy wow.  I've written lots of poem, mostly emotional ones.  It got me through a lot of stuff and I forgot how much I love to write poetry.   I'd say some of my favorite work was a series of poems where a jealous wife looks upon her husband who is completely obsessed with his work.  My favorite one of the series is titled:  The Painter and His Sculpture.  Here it is:

The Painter and His Sculpture

I watch him meticulously paint on the canvas,

his moves carefully planned and thought,

he shows his tender love and admiration,

till he creates that which he sought.

Envious I am sometimes as I watch,

his love for that he does paint,

He doesn't know that I have deep inner hatred,

for to him I'm a perfect saint.

With each gentle stroke, like a caress on the flesh,

the painter makes on the canvas bare,

his sensuous passion and endless desire,

to which I find hard to compare.

I know I am foolishly stating my anguish,

of the jealousy that I feel for his art, 

but how can one conceal this deep felt sorrow,

when a canvas has stolen his heart?

I'd die for the painter without even a thought,

for my passion for him never mild,

but as I look at the canvas he's painting,

she looks in my eyes and she smiles.