Wednesday, June 26, 2013
My Wedding Quilt That Never Happened
I was working with his sister at the time (who'd also gotten me my job) and was kind enough to let me move in with her until I found my own place. That same week, she and some friends were going to Tijuana, Mexico for the night. Feeling sorry for me, she invited me along.
He's too good looking, I'm going to hate him! And, he's a surfer? Eh, not my type. He gets out of the back seat and he is SERIOUSLY good looking. Damn it! I really have a problem with attractive men. They think too highly of themselves. It's obnoxious. I can't stand it when they care more about their looks than I care about my own! (One of the problems with the previous relationship)
His drunk friend kept saying his name different ways so finally I asked him how he spelled it. Oh. MANTZ, I thought he was saying Manson, and I was going to stop things before they got started. No way was I going to be associated with Charles Manson in any way. By the end of that night, the girls hated their dates but I knew I'd met my future.
We eloped to Las Vegas 3 months later. The thing about eloping, nobody buys you presents. Since I've always admired wedding quilts, I decided to make my own. My guild Secret Pal gave me the book a few months ago and I'm crazy about the project right now. Each block will have more embroidery, buttons and beads eventually. Now that I see the blocks up against that rick rack, I think I'm going to do something more with rick rack, too. I want it to be happy and fun. 20 years, 4 kids, a lot of pounds (me, not him damn it) and a hell of a lot of ups and downs. But, at the heart we are still two super hot, happy, fun kids that are beyond lucky to have stumbled upon each other.
And there, you have it. Rich and Heather Mantz, the story.