InfaWedding

As mother of the bride, I really thought I would be nervous and anxious the day of the wedding. Everything went very smoothly. All day long, everything just fell right into place. The chairs arrived and were set up, the florist arrived and set up, all the members of the wedding party arrived on time,  the photographer arrived and began taking all of the pictures that didn't include the bride & groom together, the DJ arrived and set up, the lodge catered the food and helped set up the reception area. All we had to worry about the day of the wedding was getting the bridal party's hair done and get dressed. I was thinking, “this is great” and wondering why people got so anxious planning weddings. I decided we must have planned well for everything to be running so smoothly.

 Well, about an hour before the wedding it was time for the pictures of the bride with her parents. I ran to get dressed, as we were all staying at the lodge. I put on all of my clothes and went to get my shoes. To my utter disbelief I had brought my brand new navy shoes and my dress was black and white! Then I panicked! My husband had several solutions which I will share with you. Keep in mind he is not very fashion conscious but was trying his best to calm me down! His first idea was for me to WEAR navy shoes with a black dress. My answer was “NO WAY!!” He just couldn’t see why and thought no one would notice. Little does he know! I informed him I would go barefoot before I wore navy shoes with and black dress. His next solution was to take my brand new navy shoes that I had never worn and SPRAY PAINT THEM BLACK!!!! He just happened to have some black spray paint in his truck. I informed him there was no way I would let him spray my new shoes. All this was going on and time was ticking. Going shopping was out of the question as the lodge is about 45 minutes from the nearest town. I told him to find my mom and tell her what was going on. I knew she would have a solution that I could live with. So off he goes and he’s gone and he’s gone. By this time, I’m frantic. Then someone is at the door. My mom walks in with a pair of black sandals. Her friend was wearing them but had another pair of black shoes in her car. They were my size, in style and BLACK! Crisis diverted! The situation was under control and I made it down in time for the pictures.

I look back now and get hysterical thinking of the sequence of events. I could just imagine my 6’4” husband out in the parking lot of the lodge with my navy shoes applying coats of black spray paint.