What a week! Three weddings, two work events and instructing 6 am spin class…and it is just half way through!
I absolutely delight in being busy, but my body was not so sure. I have come down with a sore throat and the inevitable cold is looming, so I am pounding the garlic, chaga and oregano. Good thing Jesse doesn’t see me all week..
A bit of a recap, shall we?
Part 1 – Tori’s Wedding:
Backing up a bit to the Bachelorette Party I hosted at our house on one of the last truly beautiful summer days. We had a wonderful time eating, swimming and toasting the beautiful bride.
On the day of the wedding, I woke up at 5 am to get to my hair dressers on time. I had all my belongings in the back of my car, with my dresses carefully draped on my back seats (remember that). Getting ready was smooth and the wedding was a treasure. From a beautiful, heartfelt ceremony in the morning to a wonderful reception with brunch as the meal – it was absolutely wonderful.
More pictures of the day:
The beautiful couple
Me and my main man.
This boy makes me laugh – I believe he had just whispered “Who let the fox in here?”
Best wishes to the beautiful couple. I love you both.
I saw the couple off with everyone else and headed to my car to speed off to the next wedding. It was Jesse’s close friend so Jesse had been there since the early afternoon. I stopped at Jesse’s house to change and went to pull my dress out of the back of my car.
Part 2 – Digressions:
Ok. Let me freeze the frame and insert a digression. A number of weeks ago, Jesse decided to buy two bottles of cold pressed, extra virgin olive oil because I mentioned I liked the bottles and he really likes olive oil. He placed them in the back seat and we went on our merry way, until the evening when I helped him unload them, when we discovered that 2 litres of olive oil had spilled into my backseat. (My car still smells like a chip wagon…) Regardless, knowing this, I had shrewdly placed a towel in my back seat to protect my dress.
Unfreeze and fall into another digression. (What?)
Upon graduating university, I was feeling particularly wealthy one day and Mark Nunes was having a sale. My eyes fell on the most stunning silk dress I had ever seen and I knew I had to have it. I didn’t want it, it chose me. Me and a significant number off my bank account. But it was worth it when I picked it up from the tailors the following week. I put it in front row centre of my wardrobe and admired it in the weeks leading up to the wedding.
The wedding day – I repeat – I laid it carefully in the backseat on a towel.
You probably already know what I am about to tell you. That horrid knot in the pit of your stomach. Yeah. Happened to me too. I called Jesse, catching him mid-wedding socializations to tell him the story. He is perfect in a situation like that because he always has a worse story.
What did I do? Blotted some stain remover on the back and wandered around getting ready while it dried. I then put on the dress and threw a colour blocking scarf over my shoulder and pranced into the wedding reception. I ate a gorgeous meal and when it became dark and shadowy enough, I danced the night away with my best friend.
[It is now at the only eco-friendly and ridiculously high priced dry cleaners in Kitchener Waterloo and I anxiously wait for Friday when I get the yay or nay on whether it will come out. I need to wear it to a wedding this weekend!]
Moral: I guess when life gives you olive oil, you throw a scarf over the stain and dance.
Stay tuned – with two more weddings this weekend, there are bound to be more adventures!