Friday, August 13, 2010

A Wedding Gown and One Babushka

Our daughter, an absolute vision, wore a strapless white French lace gown, tied at the waist with an ivory chiffon bow, softly cascading down the back. The veil was edged in matching lace and the train of her gown swept elegantly behind her as she gracefully walked down the aisle. During  the ceremony her long blonde locks framed her glowing face. Our son-in-law was handsomely attired in a black tux and white tie, with a white matching handkerchief.  For the reception the bride's hair was arranged in a low bun, accented with a white orchid. The six bridesmaids wore floor length champagne strapless gowns, with black sashes. Two of the bridesmaids were expecting; the gowns complimented their shape beautifully. The fathers and six groomsmen were attired in black tuxes with black ties. I wore a black strapless tulle gown, fitted at the waist, the skirt covered in black petals throughout. My hair was styled in a loose bun, my bangs swept to the side. I cannot imagine or believe I will ever feel lovelier. The groom's mother wore a beautiful pale blue satin gown, which complimented her blonde hair and blue eyes. Four grandmothers and one grandfather were in attendance. They were dressed appropriately and thoughtfully for the wedding of their grandchildren. My mother wore her ivory gown from balls past and throughout the evening made a slight faux pas by donning a white linen dinner napkin on her head, instead of her lap, which she tied under her chin like a babushka. The music most likely was too loud for her, but ever resourceful, she is an example of "necessity being the mother of invention." The centerpiece of the ballroom was the chuppah, completely covered in white hydrangeas. The tables were adorned in all white flowers consisting of hydrangeas, orchids, roses and peonies. Each table was carefully set with gold rimmed china and the chairs were gold Chiavari. The room was bathed in lights to set the mood, but the guests were the best accessory, they barely left the dance floor. We dined, danced and toasted, and danced some more. Past the contracted time with the band, to the chagrin of the father of the bride.

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