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And so, it came to pass that my daughter, the bride to be, flew home from where she and her partner live in Winnipeg. We had roughly a week to nail down her wedding plans for this September before she flew back.
Our check list included ordering the wedding cake, visiting the reception hall, seeing the officiant, the bachelorette party, consultation with the photographer, choosing centrepieces, and of course, the wedding shower.
Busy, busy, busy.
That is why after announcing a two week sabbatical at work from my job in order to attend to the wedding plans I told my coworkers that the next time they see me, I’ll be either very happy or very cranky.
There is no middle ground.
You can therefore understand when I tell you that I keep a bottle of ant-nausea pills within reach for those over-the-top moments when our nerves overrule “the better angels of our nature.”
This past Sunday my daughters and I went to a local shopping mall, the Pen Centre as we embarked on our first wedding shopping extravaganza.
We were on a quest for shower decorations and wedding attire.
However, we came home with shopping bags bursting with planting pots, candy, sushi, and a Doctor Who Bobble Head.
Some things never go according to plan.
Three days later, we tried again.
This time, we went to the Fairview Mall.
Again, we came home with full shopping bags and this time they were full of items appropriate for those who are about to throw a wedding shower extravaganza. However, our mood was somewhat disgruntled after an emotional discussion during lunch at a local pizzeria as we tried to reach some sort of agreement on bridesmaids dresses.
When I got home, I realized I was all out of anti-nausea pills…
…And the wedding is still over three months away.
Epiphabets 
So wonderfully vintage Doris. I missed getting her blogs for over 3 weeks and am glad she is and I’m back. It’s soothing to know that the female condition around wedding preparations (especially a daughter) lives and breathes in quiet desperation in Canada, no less than in Spain, in Germany, in Virginia and Fairfax. At least, Doris you didn’t need anything stronger than anti-nausea pills, as we all know something stronger might have been quite in order. I hear wedding plans are positively excruciating; Janet and Ralph might have a tale or two to tell (I got off scot-free with Heide’s wedding, but that’s a long and potentially embarrassing story). Karen, the receptionist at FNC whose daughter’s wedding is in August, in Fairfax, but lives in Vancouver, is pulling her beautiful black hair and looks wan with black rings under her eyes as she executes her daughter’s wishes who, as I said, lives in Vancouver (a similar scenario to Doris). Why do we put ourselves through such misery for, if truth be told, often ill-fated matrimonials? Whatever happened to the fairer and saner modus operandus for marriage, like eloping, much cheaper and more humane for the bride’s parents? I guess suggesting the elopeness option now, even floating the idea of a grand reception with family after the honeymoon and upon return, might be a little late. But September is a long way off. Just a thought! Thanks Doris for the blog. Underneath it all, it looks like you’re excited and having more than a little fun.
Amusing, slice-of-life, semi-silly-seriousness. Thank you, patient Doris.