Here's my page. Clues I used...Evidence: lace, chevron, flowers, jewels, wood, heart, gold, and a banner; Testimony: Document a wedding.
Here are some details. The framed text was cut out of a Teresa Collins paper. Papers I used are by My Mind's Eye (the stripe at the top, the teal underneath the vellum), American Crafts (the gold dot vellum and gray), My Little Shoebox (the grid), and Teresa Collins (the rest).
I used acrylic paint mixed with molding paste and a template from The Crafter's Workshop for the chevrons.
This striped My Mind's Eye paper had all the colors of the palette. The ink that looks like mist is actually an old stamp by Stampin' Up.
The title lettering is by Webster's Pages. My journaling, on the back, reads: We were in love and had already talked about getting married. We had no specific time frame, but I figured it would happen after I finished school. Like all young girls, I had dreamed of a fancy wedding with a long gown and veil, bridesmaids, and all the trimmings that go with a wedding. As often happens in life, things don't always work out as planned.
Immigration agents showed up at Farzad's work and hauled him away, set a deportation hearing, and threw our love into a whirlwind. Yes, I was dating an illegal alien. I didn't know it at the time, and Farzad didn't even realize it either. He had come to the United States five years earlier to go to school. When the Iranian revolution started, his parents were unable to send money to the States, so Farzad was forced to quit school and start working. He got a job flipping hamburgers at Roy Rogers in Georgetown. He worked his way up to manager over the next few years, and landed in the Gaithersburg Roy Rogers, where I was working as a cashier. We eventually started dating.
Fast forward six months. An old girlfriend showed up at the restaurant. She scowled at me. I didn't know who she was. Within a week INS showed up at the door to escort Farzad downtown. Seemed this old girlfriend reported Farzad to immigration.
There was no question in my mind that we had to get married, and pronto. There was no way I was going to lose the love of my life, so marry we did. We had two days to plan. File paperwork for a marriage license--Mom had to give written consent, since I was only seventeen. Find wedding garb--we drove all over Maryland, Virginia, and DC to find white bloomers in my size (I had seen them in a dream and knew that's what I was destined to wear). Invite family and friends (just our small family-Mom, Gram, Dawn, Tina, and Aunt Vonne--and our good friends Doris and Lama).
It wasn't the fancy wedding I'd dreamed of--just a civil ceremony at the Rockville courthouse and a gathering at Gram's house with some food and a couple of hastily-purchased wedding gifts, followed by a weekend honeymoon somewhere in the Shenandoah mountains a couple of hours away. But that's okay. I have the life of my dreams with the love of my life, and we'll be celebrating our 32nd anniversary next month. And that's really all I ever needed.