Four days – my eldest is getting married in four days! We (I) got a kick out of buying those bridal magazines (wedding porn, a girlfriend called them –referring to my ever growing stash). So, yeah, I’ve flipped through a few and a good friend gave me the survival guide for the MOB book and I read it cover to cover – Mrs. Bossy survival guide author and all those magazines tell me we have to prepare the Bride’s/bridesmaids/groomsmen’s/Navy Seal type Emergency Kit. My daughter has enough on her hands – temporarily living on a island, taking care of the soon-to-be cutest ring bearer in the world and dealing with that seating chart.
I happily took on the Emergency Kit task. So dear bride, we are set. I have assembled in little sandwich bags inside of bigger freezer bags (bless those bags) – safety pins (really what do you actually safety pin on the wedding day?), lip gloss, throat lozenges, needles and thread (did that son actually get his pants hemmed?), static guard (someone please ask me for static guard on the big day so that I can exclaim – yes, yes, I have it right here), handi-wipes, a stain remover pen, bug spray (for those late season bugs), sun screen (they are predicting clouds), bobby pins, hair elastics, duct tape (oops – did I forget the duct tape?), drugs – lots of them, aspirin, cough syrup, pills to plug sinuses – pills to unplug sinuses, back pain relieve, head pain relieve – also blister pads (lots), band-aids, lotions, deodorant (better get more) protein bars (can’t forget that – but wouldn’t a nervous bridesmaids rather have a Nanaimo bar – got those too.)
This morning I woke up worried about having enough hair dryers for the sure-to-be overworked hairdresser, whose agreed to travel to the island – taking those two short ferries to get there – and what about mirrors? I don’t know how our rental cottage is equipped with mirrors. Somebody told me about a fold up mirror (?). Now I understand those families that you see at the airport from other countries with loads of suitcases, and duffels and taped boxes. They aren’t going to the home country for a month, like I used to think. They are going to a wedding for four days.
I was busy adding to my list – smaller cooler, a spare sleeping bag for an uncounted for guest, eye drops to clear red eye ( in case we can’t sleep and then cry too much) – and that’s when it struck me – after the wedding I would leave straight for an African Safari – I just need to throw in the tent and some mosquito netting – and I’m set.
5 thoughts on “It’s a Wedding – Not a Jungle Expedition”
C’mon – EVERYTHING is going to be lovely so sotp worrying 🙂
you survived when they all moved out – this is a piece of cake. have a grat time, lots of kisses to all of you.
Dear MOB, AKA Candy: Have a wonderful, wonderful wedding and soak up every bit of every minute, every warm fuzzy feeling, every blip, every slip. It’s all going into the memory book. And enjoy that little granddaughter who’s sure to comport herself with all the dignity and perfect manners that her little 14-month-old self can muster!
now you’re making ME cry – again. xo
Seating chart? Am I supposed to be worrying about one of them? Can’t my Mum deal with that too????
Hope it goes well
Sure she can. Sure she can – but do it three days before the event because of inevitable last minute cancellations.
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