

We chose a seaside restaurant with historic rooms and a stellar view. We created our own vows and were married by a dear friend. Because of Covid, we’d delayed our nuptials by a year. This was about celebrating our relationship with our family. This was a second wedding for both of us and we’ve been together for nine years already. The tradition was that the man would give it as a betrothal gift to his lady, and later, when they had children, the pin would be attached to the baby’s blanket to keep away evil spirits.Īs I wrote the ups and downs for poor Lydia, I was choosing a venue for my own wedding, something small and intimate. The jewelers were popular, and the heart and crown style became known as a Luckenbooth brooch. In fact, the Luckenbooth brooch comes from 16 th century Scotland where there were permanent small shops that sold wares on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, called Locked Booths. The Smythe’s lovely tradition is riddled with superstition. Lydia and Corbin try to get hitched at the old kirk and honor his family’s traditions, from the Luckenbooth brooch to sharing vows in the same church. Who doesn’t love weddings? Yet, so many things can go wrong despite detailed planning. I was planning my wedding for May 1 st as I was penning this to make an April 15 th deadline so there were many times when the whole process felt brilliantly surreal. Lydia wants to marry Corbin but, well, death happens as it often does when writing cozy mysteries. I’d like to share my wedding experience writing book four of the Scottish Shire series. Thanks to Liz and the other fabulous Wickeds for letting me hang out on your blog today! I’m thrilled to be here 😊 By Liz, happy to welcome Traci Hall back to the blog! She’s talking weddings today…so let’s get to it! Take it away, Traci!

With suspects sprouting up like weeds, Paislee may need to hedge her bets until she can determine who is trying to lead her down the garden path. Gruff DI Mack Zeffer is on the case, but Paislee also has a stake in flushing out the shooter. It's not her missing landlord, but Lady Leery's nephew, Charles Thomson. Unfortunately, the only one killed is a man Paislee sees falling out of the hedges after being shot.

So Paislee volunteers to chaperone in the hopes of tracking down Shawn and killing two birds with one stone. Shawn is heir to the Leery Estate, which Brody's class will be visiting on a field trip. So when her landlord, Shawn Marcus, serves her an eviction notice and then pulls a disappearing act, she'll go to any lengths to find the man and reason with him. Paislee's custom sweater and yarn business, Cashmere Crush, is the sole support for not only the single mum and her ten-year-old son Brody, but also her eccentric Gramps and Wallace, their black Scottish terrier. In the charming Scottish shire of Nairn, sweater shop owner Paislee Shaw must root out a garden variety killer.
