Weddings and stitches
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Two excellent friends have invited me to go looking at wedding dresses with them tomorrow. Now, though I am not interested in marriage, I quite enjoy the paraphenalia of weddings. I am not a great fan of the blancmange and trifle brigade (otherwise known as the creamandpeachers)but looking at funky big dresses, spangly tiaras, pretty veils and shoes, bouquet arrangements, designs for invitations and all the details of weddings always pleases me, provided I don't actually have to do anything about it myself.
I recall a friend whose after wedding delights included champagne and bellinis on a tudor lawn; each champagne flute was lovingly adorned with a single tiny pink silk rose on a cocktail stick. I like the absurd attention to detail only a lunatic would care about. As interesting was the pre-nup ordeal the bride put herself through, with her seaweed wrap and her st tropez tan. 24 hours before the wedding, she was so shrunk and orange the groom feared he was marrying an oopah-loompah. Then the day came and she was a golden goddess to his dark Andy Garcia/Al Pacino charm. Beautiful.
So yes, I enjoy pootling around looking at preparations and having no responsibility for them whatsoever. Under such circumstances, big dress hunting can be fun.
However. Tomorrow, my stitches come out.
My friends, bless them, have plan a and plan b, both focused around helping me to join them, go to the hospital and rejoin them, and both immense trouble for the posse's driver. I have tried to read the plans, and it is obvious to me that I am causing hideous inconvenience to everybody.
It's better if I don't join then and make my own way to the hospital.
But I don't drive and their idea(s) would, of course, help me a great deal - how could it be otherwise with two such efficient planners? God, I don't know what to do. People are very kind, and the best way to repay that is not to wear out their kindness. This is a real fag, a real imposition on them and their day's shopping.
I read that back, and I know I've got to back out. Bugger.
Two excellent friends have invited me to go looking at wedding dresses with them tomorrow. Now, though I am not interested in marriage, I quite enjoy the paraphenalia of weddings. I am not a great fan of the blancmange and trifle brigade (otherwise known as the creamandpeachers)but looking at funky big dresses, spangly tiaras, pretty veils and shoes, bouquet arrangements, designs for invitations and all the details of weddings always pleases me, provided I don't actually have to do anything about it myself.
I recall a friend whose after wedding delights included champagne and bellinis on a tudor lawn; each champagne flute was lovingly adorned with a single tiny pink silk rose on a cocktail stick. I like the absurd attention to detail only a lunatic would care about. As interesting was the pre-nup ordeal the bride put herself through, with her seaweed wrap and her st tropez tan. 24 hours before the wedding, she was so shrunk and orange the groom feared he was marrying an oopah-loompah. Then the day came and she was a golden goddess to his dark Andy Garcia/Al Pacino charm. Beautiful.
So yes, I enjoy pootling around looking at preparations and having no responsibility for them whatsoever. Under such circumstances, big dress hunting can be fun.
However. Tomorrow, my stitches come out.
My friends, bless them, have plan a and plan b, both focused around helping me to join them, go to the hospital and rejoin them, and both immense trouble for the posse's driver. I have tried to read the plans, and it is obvious to me that I am causing hideous inconvenience to everybody.
It's better if I don't join then and make my own way to the hospital.
But I don't drive and their idea(s) would, of course, help me a great deal - how could it be otherwise with two such efficient planners? God, I don't know what to do. People are very kind, and the best way to repay that is not to wear out their kindness. This is a real fag, a real imposition on them and their day's shopping.
I read that back, and I know I've got to back out. Bugger.
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Date: 2005-01-31 01:14 pm (UTC)Don't back out.
The best way to repay someone's kindness is to accept it with the grace it was given.
They want you to be there and are making arrangements to be sure that is the case. Thank them all and have a good day.
This is an incredibly hypocritical response since I am appalingly bad at accepting other people's kindness if it might put them out at all, but it's always so much easier to see the sense when it's not your own life. I shall try to remember writing this next time I am faced with a similar dilemma!
I know it when I hear it...
Date: 2005-01-31 02:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-31 01:15 pm (UTC)However, because they are your friends and enjoy your company, they have come up with a work around. Consider what efforts you would make had the position been reversed, and how you would feel if said person then didn't turn up because she didn't want to be a nuisance!
Knowing both ladies quite well, I have every confidence in their ability to say what they want, and to say no if necessary.
So make the arrangements and don't be an UBER NUMPTY! :)
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Date: 2005-01-31 02:03 pm (UTC)Thanks!