“There is something about a wedding gown prettier than any other gown in the world. ” Douglas Jerrold’s Wit: A Wedding Gown; Douglas Jerrold, 1859.
Today was the big kickoff for the rush to the wedding – bridal portraits. And what a day it was! Our Bride absolutely hates to have her plans go awry or to be late for anything. The demands have been wearing on her for a few weeks now, and what started out on track had begun to derail by early afternoon, leaving her weepy and stressed.
We settled on a late afternoon photo shoot at an incredibly beautiful local plantation – Houmas House. I had toured the home a few years ago with my granddaughter and the grounds are a photographer’s dream (the photos below were from that visit.) Things began to slide with her hair and a last-minute change of mind to add some curls. Her hair is waist length and doesn’t hold a curl very well. When the stylist began to comb through the curls, the product he used began to flake and had to be plucked out – won’t be doing that on the wedding day. She is now 30 minutes late for the make-up artist, catching every red light and calling me every few minutes to cry. The makeup artist – Lauren – was great and she was FAST! She calmed her down and did an amazing job to get us back on track. I loaded everything in the car and we had exactly enough time to get there, under normal circumstances. Just as we turned out of the neighborhood and she is fretting that she didn’t check that everything was in the car herself, the skies went black and the flood began. The photographer called to say he was in the parking lot, waiting it out and it was much worse there than what we were driving through. We can’t pull up to the house, I discover my grandson took my umbrella out of my car, and we have a trek to get to the dressing area and then another to get to the house. I buy an umbrella in the gift shop to hold over her, it’s okay if I get wet, and we start hauling. The rain gives us a little break when we head to the house and the photographer sits her on a lovely antique settee. “Katrina, everything you just went through never happened, the sun is shining outside and you look beautiful.” He was great! The extra time in the house allowed shots he never took before, tourists from all over the world were peeking around doorways raving over the gorgeous dress and stunning bride. “Your groom will pass out when he sees you for the first time!” The docent was in love too, suggesting places for great shots around the house. We finally made it outside, hiked to the front of the home, spread a sheet to protect the dress (not) and started snapping away. I feel raindrops and head back to the house to get the umbrella. As I look back, she is framed by the oak trees with the light shining through her veil, throwing her in silhouette. It is amazing. We need to get this one, so I wade into the grass and across the massive lawn shouting to the photographer he needs to frame her from the opposite direction. He wades out to meet me and agrees, this one HAS to be taken. I just know this will be a favorite. The over-cast sky, thunder clouds, wet foliage, slate and ornate wrought iron garden furniture with the oak trees and the soft light shining all around her – stunning! Good call Mom! Exhausted, sweaty and a picture in contrasts – her still pristine and me looking like a wet, half drowned rodent – we load it all up and head home. We have some great mother-daughter time and memories from this one. It is a story that will be fun to tell in the future. I assure her, the post-thunderstorm light was great, the photos will look so serene and perfect – and she can look at them and remember the rain, stress and sweat running down her legs and laugh that the crazy day doesn’t even show.
As we were finishing, a huge group of senior couples arrived for dinner at the home. They were enchanted to see her standing with her dress in her arms and telling her to take a look at them because they are her future. I know they were joking, but that future is exactly what I want her and her groom to experience. A long and love-filled life together – I live that dream every day and it’s wonderful.
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September 22, 2011 at 11:07 pm
sue jacobs
Lovely story and the place looks wonderful. I’m looking forward to seeing your pictures of the actual event. My daughter was married two years ago and we have some crazy memories too. My sister helped me pack gifts up at the reception and didn’t realize the top of the cake was in one of the boxes. The icing got rather smooshed but it froze well and tasted OK a year later.
Congrats and good luck!
September 22, 2011 at 11:23 pm
Tangled Tranquility
This is my second one and I know what you mean. Somehow we lost the clothes my oldest daughter wore to the venue to dress for her wedding. I have no clue what happened to them 🙂 Her sister caught the throw bouquet and I hung all three to dry. They disappeared and my husband fessed up that he had thrown them away cause they were all dried up. He was in the doghouse for a long time with all three of us ;-)The dress is “top secret” – only me and her sister have seen it – and now a whole bunch of strangers – I can’t wait to see them myself – so we won’t share till after the wedding. Coming after Oct. 28…
September 23, 2011 at 10:07 am
Ann
Kathy! I stumbled upon your Most Magnificent Blog from a string of links searching for….oh I forget now! Anyway, I LOVE your tangling style, and copied several of your tangles to my tangle folder simply to swoon over! Your circular one of just paradox is fantastic….how’d you do that? I also LOVE your writing style and already feel like I’ve made a new friend…I cried when I read about “The Accident”. God is so good, so faithful….but I believe this to be true even if the outcome had not been so positive. You’re in my daily Google Reader feed now, so looking forward to visiting you often! Oh, and congrats on the upcoming wedding! Very happy/sad time….I know…my hubs of 35+ years and I have married off four daughters and one son! Youngest just this past May. Hard…but happy. So blessed. …takes deep breath…OK shutting up now…
September 23, 2011 at 10:46 am
Tangled Tranquility
Ann
Thanks for such wonderful feedback. The Accident was truly a defining moment in my life – I still cry to see her getting closer and closer to the little girl we knew before. Physically, she is great, but the emotional strain was huge (a lot of anger) and her happiness is coming back. I sometimes wonder if it is proportional to how much of her hair grows back 🙂 We were prepared for the long haul based on her injury, so her progress is almost too good to be true. We found out a few months ago that an intern who drew her case had been struggling to find his calling. After her, he has moved with a laser focus on neurosurgery and has written every paper based on her injuries and stunning recovery. God was there in so many ways we will never know.
The paradox that appears to swirl in circles — the string was one large circle in the center, 4 smaller ones at each corner and then lines on the outside edges to connect those 4 circles. Each circle was divided into quadrants with the “pies” on the out side circles rotated out of alignment with the center. I’ll try to post a sample of the string as a lot of people have been trying to figure that one out 🙂
I am so glad you enjoy my writing style – I feel a little like Seinfield – my blog has almost become one about “nothing” – just daily stuff finding my way through life like everyone else.
March 8, 2012 at 8:57 pm
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