We’re generally not fans of pithy sayings on posters or prints.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore words and (well used) language – it enthralls and enchants me and indeed led to both mine and Oly’s profession.
However, bad, lazy, over-use of gimmicky ‘oooo, but it speaks to me’ sayings really pee me off. Seriously people, “Keep Calm and………….Market Something to Death”?
Anyway, that said, there are times when something just leaps out and fits your ethos perfectly. And one morning when idly browsing Fab.com that very thing happened.
Oly agreed – it couldn’t be a more perfect way to sum up our approach to life.
Honesty, kindness and silliness. Get these three elements right and everything else falls into place.
To be honest you need to be kind and vice versa. There can be no love without honesty and kindness, no respect, no trust, no friendship. You get the idea.
And silliness? Well, who doesn’t want to live a slightly brighter life by being silly? My beloved mum was an insanely intelligent, brave, articulate lady but, boy, was she silly! We had daft names for everything, silly sayings, songs and rituals.
Oly and I are just the same. In his wedding speech Oly said how it was laughter that kept us together and happy every single day and, to quote, “when we run out of things to laugh at, we laugh at each other.” Oh, so true.*
So, we ordered the print and it has finally found it’s rightful place on the chimney breast of our kitchen, nestled next to my (very silly) Alessi things.
This saying is most often credited to Ralph Waldo Emmerson but who knows if it really was him – and who cares?! The sentiment is perfect and a mantra we plan to uphold till they cart us away.
*Laughing at each other is a daily occurence, whatever the situation – including our wedding day.
I, very sadly and with huge regret, had no family at my wedding so bravely gave myself away in front of 100 of our dearest friends and Oly’s family.
A nerve-wracking prospect for any bride, so the choice of music was pretty significant.
My dear husband-to-be suggested that, as I “bumbled in towards him” that The Automatic’s “Monster” would be appropriate.
For those not familiar, the lyrics are: “What’s that coming over the hill, is it a monster? Is it a monster?”
Yes, I still married the witty bastard.