Sincerely, Mrs. Wood

Well I did it. I finally did it. After 607 days of marriage, or 1 year and 8 months, I finally gave in. I am now officially a Wood. My name has been somewhat of a mystery this whole time as people haven't been sure what to call me (especially at work which ammuses me as my desk phone went from Molly Bailey to Molly Bailey Wood to Molly Woods to Molly B Wood)- so I waited, whatev. Awful, I know... that I waited this long I mean... not that my name brings on the constant joke of someone singing the "Welcome to Hollywood" song substituting Molly for Holly...not at all... its very clever...every time. Yes yes I waited almost two years to change my name. Not that I wasn't proud of the Wood name or my husband or being known as his wife. I was. I am. I just loved my name. I had it for 24 years, what was the harm in holding on to it a little while longer. And we were in situations where it wouldn't have been the best timing to change my name. I had plans. I had plans to wait until my career was a done deal and I was all set to go, all checks were done, and then I would change my name. But, then those career checks took longer than expected, much longer... and it got a little ridiculous... and the Giant started complaining... and so on and so on. I have a whole list of reasons I've been preparing for the last year and 8 months, but I'll keep those to myself- so its done. But shoot, its 2010!! The twenty first century!! I did NOT change it because I HAD to or because it was TRADITIONAL or "a good wife would do it"-grr. I did it because I wanted to. I fully support women that choose not to change their name. No feminism argument here or anything. But, I'm the last person who ever says anyone should have to change themselves or something they love about themselves for someone else. And no I'm not even a arguer that if men don't have to change their name, then why should women... blah blah.

OK, I'll get off my soapbox now about this.

The point. One of the biggest issues I've had with psychologically letting go of my name is my passport!!! My treasured, loved, and memory-drenched passport! Molly Wood didn't live in Turkey! Molly Bailey did! Molly Wood didn't spending Christmas Eve all by herself at a midnight mass in the oldest Catholic church in Vienna! Molly Bailey did! I've had the hardest time letting go of my passport. Why? I don't know. Not like I have plans or most importantly the resources to pick up and fly to Paris any time I want or hop a midnight train in Istanbul to Bulgaria. Not like I've needed my passport AT ALL in the last 20 months... but my passport has stories tied in to each stamp. I love those stories. A new passport- ugh- a blank slate- memoryless... (dramatic yet?). But seriously- its been an issue.

So I've been searching for ways to memorialize my little ticket to travel heaven. Skowering (spelling?) the internet for fun creative ways to keep the passport alive and allowing me to move on to a new one. I finally found what I've been looking for. HALLELUJAH! Closure! Now, I just need a room to do it in! I follow another blog called a Brooklyn Limestone in Progress, written by this ridiculously creative homeowner that shares all of her fun home remodeling and design ideas. I love her. Check out this post! Its like she read my mind. I'll show you just a few of her pictures of the finished project.





Do you love this as much as I do? I'm thinking on an even bigger scale!

Sincerely, Mrs. Wood