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October 27, 2008

Larry’s cousin was married on Saturday afternoon.

If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know that no matter how detailed I am in my preparations, things never go quite according to plan.  Saturday was no exception…

I woke up early and ran out the door to a hair appointment (my hairdresses flipped the script last week, and gave me some layers – I wasn’t ready ty try the round brush-hairdryer combo for a special occasion, you know?).  Filled up the car and hit the bank machine on my way.  On my way home I thought to myself “Do I need to pick up anything else?”  and ran through my mental checklist:  wedding card-check, stockings-check, gum/mints-check.  “Nope, I’m good”.

I got home at 10:45 and Larry went upstairs to begin getting ready (can I just mention that the ceremony was scheduled for 3:30, and despite being an hour away, we weren’t planning to leave until 2?).  He emerged from the fortress of solitude shower in a burst of steam at 1, and then it was my turn.

So I applied my makeup and freshened up my hair, and then it was time to get dressed.  I opened the package of stockings that I bought two weeks ago … only to find that I’d grabbed the wrong package at the store, and I was holding what my mother would call a “pantygirdle”, essentially a pair of lycra-spandex bike shorts.  Nooooo!    I scrabbled through the chest of drawers, hoping to find something – anything – that I could wear instead.  Unfortunately every other pair of stockings I own is either black, gray, or tights.  No dice.  Oh well, I figured, we can just stop somewhere on the way.  I moved on.

About ten minutes after getting dressed, Larry informed me that the top button of his suitcoat was so loose he was convinced he’d lose it, and could I sew it back on?  Sure I could – if I could put my hands on black thread at a moment’s notice.  Which I cannot.  Luckily, with yarn stashed in many orifices in the house, I found a ball of navy Cascade 220 in a bag next to the nighttable:  I unwound a few inches, unraveled the plies, and the day was saved.

The drive out to the wedding was uneventful (so uneventful that we forgot to stop for stockings – forgive me, Veronica).   We arrived at the site ten minutes before zero hour…only to find that the ceremony was being held outside.  Needless to say, I didn’t have a coat.  And I mean, the Hanami is made of alpaca and silk, so it’s warm – but it’s not outdoor-ceremony-in-October warm.  But, at that moment, it was not all about me, so  I sucked it up and huddled next to Larry until it was time to go inside.

All that aside, it was a lovely wedding.  The facility was lovely, the foliage was a beautiful backdrop – I bet their photos are spectactular, it was great to see all of the relatives, and Nicole was gorgeous.

Here are a few of the photos…

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  1. October 28, 2008 11:56 am

    You look amazing, and I love the hair!!

    Oh and re: the stockings. No judgement here, I haven’t worn them since I made my First Communion. I either wear tights or it’s bare skin, baby. Hehe

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