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.