|Jennie and Ben|
|The Wedding Party|
Budget? It was shoestring at best. These two resourceful kids relied on the help of friends and family to pull it off. Jennie got a floor sample gown on sale for $200 courtesy of Karen. Karen also supplied the veil. It was a family heirloom worn by 6 past brides. Jennie's favorite movie is Safe Haven. She wanted to get married at the same romantic waterfront in the movie. Uncle Rob, retired Town Manager, provided the venue in Southport, NC. Friend Joe, brought a pig cooker and smoked pork butts for the reception. Ditto Uncle Neil with chicken. Karen, her sisters and the brides' aunts, etc. made all the other fixins: mac & cheese, slaw, green & baked beans, etc.etc. There was a bounty of delicious food. Jennie and Karen made over 200 cupcakes. Uncle Bill installed a full sound system and provided all the music.
|Karen and Ben's Mother/Son Dance|
|"Pick Up" a drink|
I ironed the grooms' wedding outfits: long sleeve shirt and slacks for the ceremony, golf shirt and shorts for the reception. I also cleaned a bunch of old pictures and mementos for a Memorial Table. I'd never seen a Memorial Table at a wedding. Jennie's mother died of cancer several years ago. The table was a lovely tribute to her mother and other relatives that had passed.
|Cowboy, Groomsman Mike and Me Installing Runner|
We finish the runner at 4:10PM. We run to our nearby B&B. Somehow, we tag team quick showers, towel off, and dress. I attempt to apply makeup. It refuses adhere to my still-red-and-moist-from-the-heat face. My hair is sopping from perspiration but there was no time for blow drying. I throw on my dress, grab my pocketbook and say, "does this look OK?" Cowboy laughs, "I think the zipper goes in the back." Crap. Backwards. Turn dress. Go.
We hustled back to the venue. Whew! The wedding had not started yet. I scamper to the restroom hoping to apply some waterproof mascara. (Waterworks at weddings, you know.) In runs Jennie with a bridesmaid holding up her dress. Like any bride, her nerves caught up with her. From the stall, she pleads, "Please, talk to me, Linda!" I managed to talk the bride off a the ledge. What a precious memory! She's cool. I'm mascaraed. Let's get this party started.
|That is me jumping up to give applause.|
This wedding is very, very special. It is truly their wedding. There is no pretentiousness-just happiness. There was so much love that it was palatable. It took a village, but they pulled it off. How refreshing to witness and be part of something so wonderfully organic. --Namaste.