Friday was the day granddaughter Ali chose her wedding dress. What a time, on the way down to meet with the rest of girls, I realized, dammit, I forgot the champagne and flutes. No time to go back or stop on the two hour drive down. Surely, someone else will have brought some. Nope, So after we had been through the first round of dresses, I snagged one of the girls, and we went and found two bottles of bubbly and flutes, Yep we did.
I had not a clue what granny of the bride was supposed to wear to this sort of day, so the skinny jeans, high top cowboy boots and a dressy jacket were it. I fit right in, as all the others were wearing variations of the same thing. We are Country.
Marymine said she had dug out my wedding dress, and they had all tried to get into it without success. They laughingly decided I was a tall stick when I got married. I had not realized she still had it, that dress is darn close to 50 years old...
Ty's mom & dad had flown in from Kansas the day before so his mom could be in on the choosing of The dress. What a charming and funny lady, she said "being the mother of sons, made being included in this day very special for me!" She loves Ali, and it shows.
We looked at dozens of dresses, Ali tried on quite a few, and then we narrowed it down to three, and then we all decided that this, this was The dress...
It is gorgeous on her. (I'm only showing the back because though I am brave, I know they "will" shoot me if anyone sees the whole thing before hand.)
It was a good day, filled with love and laughter.