A Wedding Tale

Last Saturday the daughter of a close friend became married. Em was 3 when we moved here and started attending the Friends meeting in town. Now she’s schooled, grown and married. She asked our daughter, Aurora to be a bridesmaid. Our son’s wife M was the Matron of Honor and Faith the ring bearer. Em and Ry know a gaggle of young girls but no little boys.

The outdoor setting for the wedding was just down the road from J & M’s place so wedding preparations were staged at their house. M managed to host the rehearsal dinner, provide dressing space for the women of the party (and the bride’s family), kitchen space for her sister who catered the wedding, apply Em’s make-up and take care of two month old Wesley. Friday afternoon Aurora and I went over to help with the kids and general tidying up of the huge wrap-around porch before whisking Faith home to spend the night with us.

By the time we returned at 4 in the afternoon on Saturday the house was bustling with people eating and getting ready for the 6:30 wedding.

Aurora was minding nephew Wesley. (our grandson)

Faith was bathed and dressed in a sweet white dress. I was bidden to take care of her during the bride & bridesmaid’s picture taking. This should be a straightforward task except Faith was overwhelmed by all the people in HER house (who are these people?), a bath way too early for bed, (but doesn’t a bath mean bedtime?) and then going to a place where the thick grass buried her feet (why can’t I pick handfuls of soft grass?) and she was expected to be a good little girl. In other words: Very Grown Up. Ninety minutes is a LONG time for a 21 month old to be in waiting with no more than a water/juice bottle, beloved stuffed doggy and pacifier. That’s what happens when Grandma doesn’t plan ahead better and bring a few books and a bit of finger food. Shall I tell you of the big mishap? Hmm, maybe not.

Don’t you think the Sunset colors look lovely? The flower girl sisters were very cute.

Oh, you do want to know about the mishap. Very Well…

While wandering the huge gardens of the wedding place, yet staying close to the bridge leading to the private photography yard to be available when they called for Faith’s picture, I let Faith wander at will following closely to keep her out of mischief. (that means keeping the pure white dress clean)

Faith was drawn to the small landscaped pond. Grandma intervened, gently redirecting her. Two bored young girls stopped and chatted with us. A look of horror crossed the older girl’s face. Somehow Faith had managed to find the only piece of mud in the thick grass blanket, picked it up and clapped it in the other hand then not liking the feel WIPED IT ON HER DRESS. Both hands. Swiping all across the front of the white dress. Oh the heart stopping Horror! Did I mention that I was holding her bottle, beloved doggy, pacifer, my bag (with essentials such as tissue, gum, wallet, and ahem, socks on the needles) and oh, by the way, the plastic bag holding two boxes containing the Rings! With hands thus laden I needed to immediately restrain her hands and carry her to the nearest water. (No! not the pond, though it was a fleeting thought.) Do not drop the ring bag! We hustled to the restrooms. (Oh NO, M has seen us. She’s coming.) M intercepted us and gasped at the ruin. She fumbled out her cell phone dialing J who was still at home with grandpa and Wesley and asked him to bring the back-up dress. Good mother – a back-up dress.

Faith is stood on the lid of what turns out to be the only women’s restroom toilet, (what? only one for women in a wedding place designed for 400 people? there were about 200 that evening, fortunately this was all taking place about 5:30) remembering an old tip to work from outside the stained area in towards the center of the stain to keep it from spreading and doing more damage, I gently and carefully yet firmly dab at the smears with a paper towel dampened with cold water. Miracle! The mud is coming out! (Do I have the rings? Check, tucked in my bag.) Five minutes in and women started knocking at the door needing to use the facilities. M ran crowd control while I continued cleaning and consoling Faith who decided this was something worth crying over. Bless her heart, M took it all very sweetly. She not once scolded Faith, or me! Her voice maintained a calm, almost cheerful note in reassuring Faith.

Ten minutes of frantically working as fast as possible and the dress looked almost as good as new with nary a smudge to tell the tale. A warm sun and gentle breeze quickly dried the dampness. The bag with boxes with the rings was handed to M. I’m still not sure what ever happened to beloved doggy. He was not to be found when Faith had had enough standing still beside her mom and the bride and she ended up on my lap.

The ceremony was wonderful.

Remember the Blueberry walk?

On the fibery front I have decided to weave the vest for Ed. There would not be enough for crochet which takes a great deal more yarn and I’m not fast enough to knit a vest in time for Ed’s birthday. Besides, there’s more fiber that wants to be part of Ed’s vest. I’d purchased 2 ounces of merino/tencil roving at the same time as the corriedale and camel. Off and on I’d spindle a bit of that lovely stuff but on Wednesday I sat down and spun up the remaining 1.3 ounces on the wheel. Thursday it was plyed and yesterday I set the twist. I wish we didn’t need to attend the 30th anniversary celebration tomorrow of friends we’ve known for 30 years, I’m hankering for an afternoon with the loom.


Author: Wanda J

I never dreamed my life would be entangled with fiber and the tools used to produce fibery items. When I bought a boat shuttle used in weaving Ed looked at it, decided to make a better one and the rest is history. For a decade he made shuttles, crochet hooks, knitting needles, until his spindles became so popular that he had to devote his time to making them, as well as Walking Wheels. Free time is spent reading, trying to coax food from the ground, and playing in the creek near our place. I love long walks and camping far from crowds. Playing a fiddle beside a stream or with good friends brings sweetness to my soul. Sundays are set aside for worshiping God with our small Quaker meeting.

7 thoughts on “A Wedding Tale”

  1. Whoof! You had my heart in my throat the whole time you told that story. Excellent save, Grandma, and amazing patience and forebearance, M 🙂 Those berries look mouth-watering, and I love the colors in the bridal party. I hope you get that time at the loom soon…

  2. Oh goodness, look how big Wesley is getting!
    ACK!!! I was holding my breath throughout the ‘mishap’ telling, and knowing for sure how horrifying it must have been at the time but I have to admit I was holding back some giggles, nervous as they were, just because… well, it didn’t surprise me at all, mud can be such a temptation…Sweet Faith.. How I love that little girl.
    Great save, Wanda! I’ll be filing that bit of useful info away for future reference, I’m sure. How wonderful of M to stay calm :^)
    That tray of fruit… I believe I spy some blackberries!
    I hope you get to your loom soon. I also hope that doggy was found :^)

  3. Oh. My. You are the heroine of the piece; I think I would have totally freakd out! The berries and fruit look incredible…ah, to live where such things are grown so beautifully! Hope you get at least some time at your loom; I’m feeling the same way about my knitting this afternoon, but a closet clean-out calls….

  4. Hi! Thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment about The Kilns. The rooms are small but the large windows make the areas light and airy. When we took a long ramble through the woods near the house that was Lewis’s favorite walk, I could see where his ideas for the forest of Narnia originated. I’ll be posting about that in a few days/weeks.

    I read your ‘about’ page. You’re from NW Oregon! I am Oregon born and raised! Transplants about the planet, currently in coastal Southern California. The last place we lived in Oregon was Hillsboro! Attended Cedar Mill Bible Church in Beaverton. Small world!

    I own a loom but have not used it yet. Currently, my home is too small to accomodate it but I am planning a trip to Portland next month and I may come home with a table loom.

  5. Oh Wanda!!

    That was a story worth telling! Thanks for taking the time! (You will have to remind your sweet Faith of this day when she is dressed in white for her own big day!)

    So glad to hear that you will make the vest, that tencil blend sounds soooo comfortable!

  6. I’m so glad the mud came out. And the back-up dress was such a good idea. My second daughter loved mud too, but fortunately never got into any at a wedding. Once though, at a church anniversary dinner, she swiped her finger across the icing on a lovely cake which had been placed next to the guest book. I was busy signing the book, and…I looked up, and the damage had been done. Unlike the mud, there was nothing we could do about the damage.

  7. oh my, I don’t think I was even breathing whilst reading about the mishap! So glad it all got sorted. you amazing Grandma! Look at the beautiful jewels of fruit.

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