So, 34 years ago today I was walking down an aisle in a Richardson-designed stone church in Mattapan Square. It was the church in TY's neighborhood, so I had never even been there before showing up in my giant white dress. OK, so it was off-white.
I had all the out-of town guests over to my 2 room apartment for breakfast that morning so was a bit rushed getting the dishes done. One of my bridesmaids had gotten drunk and told me she hated the 'Pilgrim dress', one was alarmed at her strep throat problem, and the third was helpful and sweet. We made it through the ceremony without incident, bound together by two crowns held by ropes. It was a blur. The bridesmaids carried anenomes in red and purple, still my favorites.
The ceremony was put on hold for a long time while my new almost-FIL insisted we had to wait for his distant cousins to arrive. So I stood there hearing the music over and over getting more and more pissed. They did finally arrive but I have never forgiven them for holding up my wedding- I didn't even know them. My BIL had to jump in to direct traffic after the ceremony as everyone tried to leave the parking lot into a busy intersection at once, and we had a limo driver who nearly killed us on the way to the reception.
I don't remember centerpieces, I didn't have a cake or do the garter thing or in fact throw the bouquet. Dinner was chicken kiev and I will not even tell you what wine we chose- back then wine was NOT a big thing. We didn't have favors, we didn't have guest books or collages of the happy couple- it was simply a party with a great jazz trio. I look at my pictures now and really don't even remember the day. It was a Saturday- I had worked all day Friday, and was retuning to work on Monday, no wedding trip. I think we spent Sunday still cleaning up from the brunch the day before. And reading the Times on the floor with Br'er rabbit.
Soon after, the bunny rabbit got locked into the closet one day with my wedding dress and ate the front up as far as he could reach. (I don't think he much like the idea of TY living there as he developed a habit of sabotaging him at ever chance.) So much for sentimental wedding dress preservation. But you know, I thank that rabbit occasionally because it was one less thing I had to deal with over the years. My daughter always said she wanted to use my veil, a mantilla that was very 'in' back in '73, but the time came and she wanted her own. I can't even use it for a tablecloth because it has lace all around the bottom edge. And I was never a lace curtain kinda gal. So- it's OK to cut it up, dye it, burn it, whatever. And I will do so as soon as I find it again.
Oh- to straighten something out- the title up there was a random pick, I wasn't in fact knocked-up until several years later. But that's another story.
Here is the chandilier that I wish I had
, all made of gummi bears, and don't they just glow!
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