The 80’s bridesmaid on the left in the group wedding party photo, Vanessa, looks like she’s offering the groom some dangerous scissors she is mad that he’s not taking from her hand. TAKE THIS. I DON’T WANT TO HOLD IT. Stupid affable groom surrounded by enough shoulder padding to make a soft landing parachuting from a bi-plane. Leg of lamb sleeves, bigger than our heads. AWESOME dye-to-match scarlet red shoes. Paying for the dyed shoes was always my most hated purchase. No love. I’m crouching. Again. Actually, I think I’ve evolved to squatting. Either way, try not to crouch or squat in photos. Not a good look. Could give birth at any time judging from that comfortable position I’m holding, but I seem to be all smiles about it. Should be easy clean-up on the stone tiles.
Blair ended up wearing this dress to play Betsy Ross last week. I pined the sleeves together in the back so she looked like she had wings. It was about a foot too long, but we got ‘er done. The moray taffeta dress weighs about fifty pounds. I’m sure it felt like an x-ray blanket on Blair. Yes, Sarah got married on Valentine’s Day, 1992. At least I’m not so freakishly tan. Thanks for winter weddings.