This morning I was studying "The Idiot's Guide to Being the Mother of the Bride" and I came across a great list in Chapter One: Mother of the Bride: The Job of a Lifetime. I haven't made it past Chapter One since I am very busy studying weather patterns (more on that later...)
Following are some excerpts:
Being the Mother of the Bride means many things such as:
* Your baby girl is undeniably all grown up.
* You are old enough to be the mother of the bride.
* You will inevitably be diving into your own memories of getting married.
* You will learn alot about both the similarities and differences you and your daughter have in taste, style, priorities, music, food, tolerance levels, etc.
* You will be faced with the question of financing this soiree.
* You will more often than not have to act as an Ambassador of Goodwill between your daughter and a bevy of other people.
* You will find more strength, patience, and love than you ever knew you had.
I'd like to add one: * Despite the high cost of gas, you should hang on to your SUV.
Recently Marc and I have been considering trading in our SUV for a Smart Car, Cooper Mini or maybe a Prius. However, this weekend, that SUV really came in handy. We drove to NYC to pick up "the gown." Silly me -- I though Becky would be bringing her wedding gown down to Yardley on NJ Transit on Thurday afternoon. Wrong. As it turns out, transporting a wedding gown requires not just a car, but an SUV -- actually an empty SUV.
It is really scary.
They pack "the gown" in an indescribable amount of tissue paper. They actually fill the gown completely as though there is a full bride's body in it. There are many layers of plastic bags and orders to remove the plastic bags IMMEDIATELY upon getting home. (Where it has to be hung somewhere high enough so that the full train can flow freely -- it's more work than a puppy.)
Getting back to the SUV, Marc and I were not sure whether to lay it on its back (which included a pinned up train) or its front (that didn't seem right) or to strap it in with a seatbelt. Fortunately, three of the wedding gown ladies brought it down to the car and took care of the gown-into-car-placement. And I thought she'd be bringing it down on the train. (That's why I'm reading the IDIOT'S GUIDE.)
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