Yesterday, a sunny Saturday afternoon was the perfect day to attend a small but very pretty wedding at an old line Protestant church in Pasadena. As the guest of a guest, not personally acquainted with the families involved, I was able to concentrate more on the details than on the people...the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the stained glass windows, the flowers, the music. But I couldn't help but being wowed by the bride, a true California blond, she was absolutely beautiful....but really, aren't all brides gorgeous?
I loved the flower arrangements of roses, peonies and orchids in shades of soft pastel pink and green.
The wedding party was made up entirely of the nieces and nephews of the bride and groom, all young children except the 16 year old niece who was the maid of honor. The young boys wore black tuxedos and the young girls wore pretty pastel pink dresses with light celery green sashes. So adorable.
It has been so long since I have been to a wedding that wasn't a second marriage that I haven't really kept up with what is de rigueur. Apparently the tossing of rice is out and bubbles are in....who knew.
The ceremony was traditional and lovely, as was the cocktail reception and dinner at a nearby country club.
As usual I wore something monochromatic and simple, a linen suit in a metallic wheat color, if that description makes any sense at all, with simple kitten heeled shoes and a Ferragamo lizard skin clutch, from way in the day.
The jewelry...South Sea pearls, of course, and a vintage Piaget diamond watch.
So now that I've been reminded of how wonderful traditional weddings are, I can get start to get serious about plotting my own children's marriages....because isn't that what meddling mothers do?
Have a great 4th of July!
Thank you everyone for your kind comments about my post about my step-grandson's death this past week. Of course no one is ever prepared for a random tragedy like this, but these situations have the ability to bring families together and to bring out the best in people. I'm very proud of how my two twenty something year old children stepped up and became helpful and responsible in ways that had never been required of them before, from the big things like calling the coroner's office and LA Metro during the search to the small things like helping with the younger children while the parents and older aunts and uncles grieved. All the drama will all be over next week after the memorial service, but I will always remember having seen an enduring transformation in my children.
Jeffrey Eugenides
Girls who didn’t get enough drama when they were younger. Lauren Weisberger
Girls who can’t read. Or think. Charles Dickens
Ninth graders who think they’re going to be authors someday but end up in marketing. William Shakespeare
People who like bondage. Mark Twain
Liars. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
People who drink scotch. Joseph Conrad
People who drink old fashioneds. Michael Crichton
Doctors who went to third-tier medical schools. John Grisham
Doctors who went to medical schools in the Dominican Republic. Dan Brown
People who used to get lost in supermarkets when they were kids.
Happy Friday everyone and I hope that all of you get a chance to relax with a book or two this 4th of July weekend.
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