On a long car ride we came back to the ring pillow question. (See what a pain I am? I just gotta chase it down.) I asked him how he felt about a ring bowl or stump or something. He asked me why I was trying to reinvent the wheel—what had the ring pillow ever done to me?
A very good question. Why do we try and reinvent the wheel? Why aren’t the standard wedding traditions enough? Are they too old fashioned, binding? Full of strange connotations? Does the wedding really need to be personal and a reflection of the couple? Why?
P.S. It turns out, as we discovered, my problem with the ring pillow stems from its lack of utility. And I figured it out: if we do a ring pillow, perhaps I will be making one approximately the size of the man’s “King of the Remote” pillow. It is funny (in the best possible way) to think, if we do get married, that he will be using our ring pillow as a headrest.
oh ring pillows, ring pillows, ring pillows...
