Sunday morning after my daughter’s wedding. The weekend has been a huge success. I’m tired, have a slight headache, got less than five hours of sleep and I’m waiting. I’m waiting for others to get up. It is a peculiar thing waking so early despite the time I go to bed.IMG_7347

Weddings have a way of freezing a moment of time in your memory. For a couple of days, friends and family come together to celebrate love, a new beginning and hope.

The endless possibilities now stretch before this young couple. Launched into a new life by loved ones. I hope people come down to start the breakfast soon.



Dress shopping for “mother of the bride” dresses. Interesting. I tried on everything that they have in my size in two different shops. I texted photos to my daughters and got feedback in real time.image

Memories of wearing a dress I loved as a very young girl. I don’t actually remember the dress, but I have a photo of me as a three year old in a white dress. I loved that photo. I went several years without seeing it and came into possession only after my mother died.

I remember being told that I could not wear the dress. It had to be kept nice. It was too valuable to wear. I understand, in the context of a very large family, why that would’ve been the case. Even though it is unlikely that I could wear it out before I outgrew it, there was a larger picture.

My mom was one of 12 and each sister would have worn the same dress when it fit. So, I guess I understand. I do wonder though, if it would’ve had an impact on how I saw myself if I had been allowed to wear it? I know I wanted to wear it.

It was thrilling today trying on dresses that actually looked nice. Strange feeling. The last time I did that was my wedding dress. I’ve needed nice dresses, but no nicer than you would buy off the rack at a regular store.

These were the “fancy” dresses made out of specific fabrics so that the hang and weight is just right. These were one of a kind styles often only available through a select number of stores. I am a little worried. Apparently, since these dresses are produced in much smaller quantities, it is unlikely that I can order one at this point. The wedding is three months away. Both shops said that.


ABC Already Been Chewed

I do like to chew flavourless gum. It is not something I know where to buy, so I buy gum made with real gum and regular sugar. To the disgust of many of my acquaintances, I have a dish that I put the ABC into so that I can reuse it. I know from experience that if I chew fresh gum, I more often IMG_6643than not just keep opening fresh pieces to get the sugar again. Not my idea of ideal. Anyhoo, it is satisfying my urge to chew. Chewing for its own sake. I get it.

Dress fitting tomorrow. My daughter is getting married, and as I’ve mentioned there are too many daughters to keep track of so lets just call them all daughters. You know what I mean. Otherwise, I’d have to keep reminding every one who was whom, yuck.

Anywho, I’m going to have a smoke. Yes, I smoke. I am not a closet smoker, too hard on the clothes. But I rarely smoke anywhere other than at home, so most people don’t know I smoke or likely ever bothered to think about it.

I didn’t start until I was an adult. I figured anything that controversial must be enjoyable. It is. My prediction is that smoking is going to become the next butter. We spent years suffering through margarines instead of enjoying real food, only to find out, shocker! the real food is better for you.