Jessica Patton Pellegrino

Our vintage cake topper, via Etsy, turned out to be about 4 inches tall -- I hadn't read the description well enough -- so it had a ridiculous "Spinal Tap" Stonehenge element to it, even when intact. Then it had been not-so-carefully stored in the utility drawer for three years when I found it, decapitated and frayed, while looking for a tape measure a few months back. I couldn't find the groom's head at first. It was inside the bride's skirt. Thankfully, my marriage isn't diminutive, frayed, disassembled, or dwelling in a junk drawer. No comment on the head's hiding place.