Life in My World – Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Joe and Ande’s wedding has moved out of the planning stage and into the help!-it’s-almost-upon-us stage.  Ande and Cali came home on Tuesday so we could get things done.

Something Old

The car.  Abba.

We drove to Tri-Cities on Wednesday to go wedding shopping.  On the drive to and from we visited about books and bookclubs (Ande is getting ready to start a bookclub where she lives).  We listened to Abba in between.  

Something New

Cali, Ande, Grace

Ande found a dress she really liked on-line.  It was so pretty and she hoped and hoped it would fit her as well as it did the model.  She also hoped it would match her personality.  A boutique near here said they would order it for her, but that once she ordered it, it was hers – no returns.  Temporary fear.  It did indeed fit both her body and personality.  Not just a little bit either.  It fit like a cliché; IT FIT LIKE A GLOVE.  Truly.  She looks beautiful in it.  Even more importantly, she feels beautiful in it.  Having done this three times now I have found it is a relief once the wedding dress is found.  A big relief.  For though “The finest clothing made is a person’s skin . . . society (of course) demands something more than this.”  (Mark Twain)

Something Borrowed

Sustenance.  Borrowed sustenance.  Sweet sustenance.  

Ande and Grace

Cali and Ande with Nothing but Noodles lobster ravioli and bbq chicken salad.   Grace and I were on the other side of the booth eating steak kabobs and noodles and vegetables side-stroking in butter.  

I like the food part of shopping.  

Something Blue

Paper.  Piles and piles of blue paper and photographs.

ordering invitation photos (their pictures are great)
Ande feeling a wee bit overwhelmed
Ande and Cali cutting and measuring at "two spots past the seven"

We also made invitations this week.  (Uga, uga.  I think each invitation is handled thirteen times before it’s finished.) The girls kept teasing me that I was not much invitation-help, but do you see that pile of ribbon?  I cut all 420 strips, and creased and folded almost that entire stack of blue cardstock too.  And, I reminded them again and again that someone kept the food coming so that they had the strength to carry on.  Some day.  Some day.  That’s what I kept telling myself.  “Some day they’re going to have to help their daughters make hundreds of invitations and I can’t wait to see it.”  (Oh no.  As I type this it has just occurred to me they may get a daughter like me who would rather order invitations from Costco.  Oh.  I mustn’t think of that.  That is too discouraging.  They really need a daughter who makes her own invitations.)  Albeit I was clearly under-appreciated, it was fun and therapeutic to sit at the table and visit while cutting and gluing and folding.  Even Calvin joined us sometimes.  He'd hear us laugh and pull up a chair, but passed every single time we offered him a position in the assembly line.  He said he was too busy making jalapeño/cheese bread.  Which, by the way, is superb.

“Mawwage.  Mawwage is what (bwought) us together . . .” this week.  And what a fun week it was, too.