“Is there anything better than drunken sailor bowling?”
– Shower Guest
As it was a tea party, her Majesty arrived arrived in grand style with the latest in fashionable hat-wear:
The guests were entertained with all manner of wit, games, and conversation (how’s this for a coincidence! One of the guests was a girl who I knew at five years old and met in Germany. She’s now living in the States and pregnant with her second child…small world, n’est pas?):
And the food was the height of luxury, each item accompanied with a quote specific to the food it graced. My favorite: “Cheese is milk’s leap towards immortality.”
“There is no use trying,” said Alice, “one cannot believe impossible things.”
“I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!”
– Lewis Carroll
Marie’s shower is tonight! I’ve been up late two days baking and Hennessy wonderfully let me shop on her Costco card yesterday to procure sundry necessities. Trying to figure out the menu and organize it within budget and time (that lived up to my grandiose schemes for my friend, she isn’t named after Marie Antoinette for nothing!) was difficult, and at one point I despaired and thought it impossible…
But then I found these, and I knew it was going to the social event of the season!
“There is no Latin word for tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone.”
– Hilaire Belloc
Remember when Marie got engaged the Great Bridesmaid Dress Affair that followed? Well the dresses have been chosen and they are to die for (check them out here). And then think of that metallic green monstrosity with the horrid bow on the bum that your sister/university roommate/friend/sister-in-law made you don and weep. Having friends with excellent taste is a great comfort.
Now, with dates set, gown ordered, and food presumably taken care of, it falls on us, the bridesmaids, to throw the most fabulous fête ever conceived by man. This is going to be so grand and event that it’s taking three of us, coordinating from three separate states to get it going.
And what else would it be, than a traditional English Tea Party, dragged into the 21st century? I’m in charge of food and sundry other tasks (as I’m currently the only one in the same state as the bride).
And, as Marie reads this blog, the following information will be have to be somewhat censored. The menu will include (nothing to see here) and (move along) and of course (nuh-uh). The decorations will be done all in (bleep) and (sound effect from Deadliest Catch), isn’t that gorgeous? The girls and I have come up with a fantastic (lalalalala!) so we can (ahem) and Marie can enjoy the (sshhnnkk! Message for you, sir!).
“Ah, here it is. Here’s our theme. Here’s our answer. Pink. I want dresses made up in this pink. Babs, take this to Kaiser Delmont. I want shoes and stockings in this color. Laura, everything goes pink. I want the whole issue pink. I want the whole country pink! Lettie, take an editorial, ‘To the women of America-” No, make it, ‘To the women everywhere.’ Banish the black, burn the blue, and bury the beige.” – Funny Face, 1957
Suddenly the shoe is on the other foot and I’m the one bridesmaid dress shopping. And again, Shabby Apple (which has just launched their new bridesmaid line!) may save my butt, it depends on whether Marie will be having all us girls in the same outfit or just the same color.
And what color could that possibly be for the bride who loves argyle, pearls, knee-socks, and perfect hair? Pink of course!
I wish I wasn’t so technologically hopeless, I’d post pictures of the dresses I’ve found so far, but here are the links.
“Would you like to be one of my bridesmaids?”
“I’d be honored!”
“Bridesmaid…bridesmatron…? What are you?”
“I’m not loving matron.”
“How about attendant?”
“Yes, that sounds appropriately royal! I’d be honored to be your attendant!”
– Marie and C.
Marie announced her engagement publically a couple of days ago, I got the good news early and bounced around enthusiastically in my parking lot (so as not to become the Stompingtons to my downstairs neighbors). Then I emailed my mother and told her to ship over as many bridal magazines from the UK that she could get her hands on. Marie tried a few months ago to steal the ones I trucked home with me to use for my own wedding, the minx. I was thrilled to be able to send off for some of her own!
Then yesterday Hennessy texted me to say that we get to start making wedding plans for her as well. And she walked in today with what I can only guess is a small, sparkly country on her left hand. None of us in the office got any work done between 9 and 10 this morning. Congratulations, Hennessy! It’s a stunner!
Surprisingly, I’ve found I get lots more enthusiastic over my friends weddings than I did my own and I always love being included, whether it’s agonizing over flower arrangements, or being in the wedding party. I love seeing my friends happy and will cheerfully bend over backwards for them.
Also, I am deeply aware that the only reason my own wedding came together so well was because of the tireless effort and indefatigable support of this fantastic network of friends. Daae offered endless tips from her days working for a wedding planner, Catriona helped me stuff envelopes for hours on end, Venice went dress shopping and helped me check out the venue, Peregrine flew cross-country to be a part of the event and drove hither and yon with Snickers to pick up flowers, Fairy housed my parents and siblings and attended every single party associated with the wedding from the bridal shower to the reception, Marie supplied food, drink, and blotting papers throughout the day in spite of not feeling up to snuff…the sucess of the whole day is a tribute to lots and lots of people doing me and J. a great many favors.
“I wore dresses all the time. I like to wear dresses.”
– Willard Scott
Anyone else hitting up this awesomeness next week? Better believe I am! My sister-in-law is getting married in a month and I still don’t have a dress to wear. My belovedShabby Apple is going to be selling their fab frocks at the Riverwoods this weekend at discount. If I don’t score this for the upcoming nuptials (which look, by the way, to be the social event of the season!) it won’t be my fault!