I have shared many events with all of you, good and bad. If you remember my last post, I talked about the wedding we were attending at Duncan and that the bride had wished for a pretty snowfall for her wedding pictures. Lo and behold! We got 5-7″ of beautiful white snow and no wind.
As I started to get ready for the wedding about noon on Saturday I unwrapped a new round hairbrush to use when drying my hair. I recently had it cut quite short because I’ll be recuperating in the bed and chair which are pretty hard on hairdos.
Now I tell you – this has never happened to me and when it did I tried my hardest to get my hair untangled from the brush….. but to no avail.
I actually went upstairs where Rick was getting ready and almost in tears, I begged him to help me! He took one look and said, well, that wasn’t gonna come out of there! It was wrapped in both directions tight to my scalp. He wondered if he could just cut the hair? NOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Well, could I wear a hat to the wedding? Honestly he was serious. So should I just let the handle poke out under the hat???? We could cut it off. Are you kidding me? OK, come over here by the window where I can see better, he says.
He pulled the brush, wiggled the brush and finally said to me – go downstairs and get that side cutters by my chair. Me – you cannot cut my hair! Him – no, I’ll try to cut the bristles off from the surface of the brush releasing the hair. Me – good grief! But I’ll try anything so we set to the task.
Again we got nowhere. Me – let me call Connie! Oh, please Connie be home! Please answer your phone! And after a few rings she answers, yes, she was home and yes, she would come out immediately to help me.
I sit at the table watching the highway. Soon I see her turning down my road. She walks through the gate and what does she say? Wait for it…….
You’ll do anything for a blog post, won’t you?
She brought a tiny scissors that she used to lift the hair away from the brush and finally, yes, finally, out came the brush, minus some bristles.
Away she went and we got dressed which was another fiasco because Rick doesn’t often wear dress pants. Where are my black pants? Khaki pants? Which shirt? Well, then I’m going to wear those green pants and this yellow dress shirt. Me – Oh, great, you’re going dressed in John Deere colors.
I kid you not – he was still sorting out clothes, a white handkerchief, black shoes, etc. while I went to get the car.
Whew! In the car, I drove for 1-1/2 miles to the church and we made it on time.
The bridesmaids wore fur stoles over black dresses and carried winter greenery bouquets – so original.
It was a lovely wedding based on faith, family and friends. We enjoyed ourselves at the reception seeing so many friends and neighbors.
And that’s the story of my view of the wedding – tonight as we celebrated Roy’s birthday at the Northwestern Steakhouse we told the story and laughed all over again. Now it’s pretty funny – yesterday about 1 pm it was not funny.
Tomorrow morning is Connie’s knee surgery and I’ll let you know how it all goes in my next post. Hope you got a good laugh!