Altered

A friend of mine passed my book along to his sister-in-law as she prepared for her daughter's wedding. The MOB commented that she had no plans to wear a blue dress. As luck would have it, the daughter announced her engagement just as her parents were being stationed in Hawaii. The bride had her heart set on a destination wedding in Charleston, SC (only 4,672 away or an 11 hour flight).

So the bride stayed in Charleston and planned her wedding while Mom moved west, far west to the Aloha state. The wedding plans moved along, the venue was selected and booked, the band, the caterer, the florist, etc. were engaged. Finally it was time for the mother to come back east for the big event. Having no time before, she pulled out my book to read on the long flight to Charleston.

I think she found everything humorous and much she could relate to until she reached Chapter 53, "The Mother of the Bride's Dress is In". As she read through the text she said she began to feel ill. For the first time a wave of anxiety came across her. It seemed that she had selected a MOB dress earlier and left it in Charleston to be altered. She, too, would not have her final fitting until just before the wedding.

I'm not even sure she finished the book. As it turned out, her dress was lovely, fit her well and the wedding went off without a hitch.

It Has Been Published

It's done, published . . . The ebook should be on Amazon by sometime tomorrow and available on BN sometime this coming Saturday. The paperback will follow in a week or two on Amazon. 

I feel as if I have been in labor for months. I just hope I do not suffer a postpartum depression.

Chapter 47, Because Martha Said So

A few paragraphs from Chapter 47, Because Martha Said So
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Thank goodness my bride-to-be was way past the Martha Stewart phase. While some of my friends lived by the motto WWMD (What Would Martha Do), I was more of the MWDH (Martha Would Die Here) ilk.

All of this reminds me of a wedding I went to years ago. Actually it was the rehearsal that was memorable. The wedding was at a country church way back in the sticks. Most folks had shoes on for the rehearsal; however, several of the groomsmen came in coveralls wearing no shirts underneath, but they all had teeth. Almost everyone was drinking one type of alcoholic beverage or another they had in their car. We were drinking libations legally bottled and unlike most of the group, ours were not being served from a mason jar or some vessel that formerly contained mayonnaise.

The mother of the bride was running around trying to round up all the wedding party who were strung out socializing everywhere from the back pew of the sanctuary to the parking lot of the church. I’m not sure why she was so concerned, there was plenty of time because the wedding director was an hour late.

When the director finally arrived, she was a little confused. A double aisled church was a challenge for her. After dividing the attendants by two, she figured it out. Then she looked at the mother of the bride. "Now you will be seated last." With that she started to show the mother the pew she would be seated in.

The mother of the bride bristled, and in a loud voice stated, "I'll just let you know, I am the mother of the bride. And in case you do not know that is place of honor. I will not be seated last. I find that demeaning."

The director was speechless. "But that is traditional. It is an honor."

"Honor? To put the mother of the bride at the bottom? Last? Like the last teat on a pig?" Then she turned to her daughter. "Aren't you going to say something? You're going to let them treat your mama like this?"

"Mama, if she says that is proper, then I think we should listen to her."

"Great, now I don't get any respect from my own daughter, after all I've done for you."

I would have thought the mother and the daughter would have taken this discussion outside. But no, this 

"discussion" got ugly. Finally the daughter said "Mama, it's my wedding and you're ruining it, like I knew you would."

"Oh, sweetie, you know I'd never do that. I just don't want all the folks who are coming to think we are hicks and don't know how to have a wedding. I've seen Martha Stewart's show on weddings and she never had the mother seated last."

"Mama, did you see Martha Stewart tell the mother where to sit?"

. . . you can read the rest of this chapter soon when "The Mother of the Bride Should Never Wear Blue" is published

Chapter 25 A Wedding so Spectacular One Could Hardly Imagine

Work on the book continues, here is a bit of Chapter 25, A Wedding so Spectacular One Could Hardly Imagine
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 . . .This mother of the bride wanted the event to be a special and memorable occasion for all. Every time she saw something in a magazine, on television, or at another wedding, I would be given the task of researching whatever the dream item of the day was. This got interesting because sometimes I had a vague description from a television show, sometimes a picture from a magazine, and the worst, the phone number of another mother of the bride. . . .

. . . . My favorite were the miniature bottles of liqueur decorated with a ribbon embellished with the bride and groom's initials that I found most amusing given this was going to be a Southern Baptist wedding.

    The most elaborate proposal was that of the ornate personalized boxes that would be placed under every guest's seat in the church. At the end of the service as the bride and groom were being presented as "Mr. and Mrs." each guest would be instructed to reach under their seat, pick up the box, and open it, releasing a butterfly creating a "romantic scene of beautiful butterflies for the bride and groom as they walked down the aisle". 
   Now in order to create this phenomenon of butterflies, a chrysalis had to be placed in each of these boxes that was at the exact age to mature and come out of its cocoon at this precise time - like within a few minutes.When it came down to it, neither the chocolates nor the liqueurs nor the butterflies made the final cut. By that time all the attention was on the invitations and the list. Those were the traditional engraved invitations. After all this was a formal wedding. 

Chapter 58, No, No, Not the Blue One

A little bit of Chapter 58  "No, No, Not the Blue One!"

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Thank goodness for good friends and bridesmaids. The dress shop called me two days before I left for Edisto so I did not have enough time to pick up my dress. One of the bridesmaids was picking up my daughter's dress, which also had just had its final alterations, and volunteered to pick mine up as well.

    We were unpacking boxes of liquor, coolers of beer, Tiki torches and gallons of fuel, table cloths, and the other odds and ends we had brought for the rehearsal dinner. In all the commotion I had forgotten about my dress. My daughter reminded me that my dress was upstairs in one of the bedrooms.

    When I got a moment I went and got it out of the closet.

"You are going to try it on?" she asked.

"I guess so." I took it off of the hanger. "Damn this thing looks small."

    I slipped into it. Well let me correct that - I tried to slip into it. The dress was even smaller than 

before when I went to pick it up and the zipper ripped out. Needless to say I was not a happy camper.

    Luckily being prepared like a girl scout or the eternal pessimist, I had packed another dress just in case I needed a "back up". That was the good news.  The bad news was that I had worn the “back up” dress to the weddings of several of my daughter's bridesmaids. And of all things it was the dreaded mother of the bride blue color.

    I did not take this sitting down. I did not take it well. In fact the term my husband used later was "hissy fit". I was not happy. For four months I had worried about the details for this event and of all things I was going to show up in a frumpy blue dress that most of the guests had seen. So much for being stylish; the dress was not even comfortable.

    “Oh you better get your money back,” said a friend of mine who happened to be in the room.

My daughter added, “I’d ask for more than my 

money back. I’d make sure I got reimbursed for the dress and the alterations.”

  “No I want the shop keeper’s mobile number and home address. I am going for actual and punitive damages as well as pain and mental anguish.”

Cover Release

And, now, the cover for the book:

Chapter 5, The Bridal Party

A snippet from Chapter 5, "The Bridal Party"

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I got married in the days of the big traditional southern weddings. Since my husband and I were from the same area, we knew most of the people we invited would probably attend. As we started planning the wedding, I was not surprised to find that my husband was not one of these ’Oh, honey you just make that decision. Whatever you decide is fine with me’, types. Oh no, he was detailed oriented and wanted to participate, which I appreciated - to a point. OK when he told me the bridesmaids' dresses I selected looked like they were made out of ’shower curtain’ material I was ready for him to find another hobby.

Then we started discussing the wedding party. I came from a very small family - one brother and a few younger cousins. He was one of four children, two of whom were already married with children. He had lots of cousins, many of them he was close to. By the time he told me who he needed to have in the wedding including groomsmen and bridesmaids, out of 12 attendants, I was left with room for 2 cousins, 3 sorority sisters, and 1 friend. When it was all over, we had 12 groomsmen, 12 bridesmaids, a maid of honor, a best man, a ring bearer and a flower girl.