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A----- didn't know before why photographs of getting dressed are important--but they are: traditional and fun and taken before the pressure's on. She went along with it, anyway. Here you can see the more of the texture of my braid. DMB's hair is not quite to her shoulders but curly and a lovely shade of auburn and it was up. A----- caught on. |
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Being able to stand on the balcony and photograph people walking downstairs is fun, but this makes vain petite moi regretful that I didn't get detailed proof of my own hair. What light through yonder window breaks? |
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RDC2 was anxious to break into the cake. But we lured him into having his picture taken with Aunt A----- instead. |
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Like the dressing pictures, reflective photography is the wedding thang as well. No jewelry yet. I think RDC's next glasses should be non-reflective. |
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KBH and grandson RDC. Roz, friends, and KBH. I was so pleased that Roz knew what I meant when I described her outfit as being "Clinique Green." For so it is.
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The ceremony was very short and simple. RDC walked his mother down the stairs, A----- held a unity candle, RDC2 handed the rings to the best man, who turned them over to JJT, and they were wed. Afterward, we were a whole new family. Front row, RDC, me, RDC2 (whose tie didn't last long), and A-----; second row, KBH and JJC; back row, JJT and DMB. JJT has another child, a son in the Air Force in Belgium. I meant to make a sign A----- could hold saying "Hi JCT!" so he could kind of be in the picture. |
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There were plenty of hugs and kisses before and after JJT took off his tux. |
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Toasts
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The leftmost leg belongs to the 80-year-old woman in the photograph kitty-corner up and right. She's still got a shapely leg. Then there's me with skirt hiked too far, bike short tanline still, and rollerblading scar on my calf; then DMB's cousin whose ankle tattoo I forget; then DMB; and three others. I love the pale almost-white pink of DMB's cousin's suit. |
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I don't know if any of the blonde's rocks were real (DMB's is, and that's probably what Blondie was ensuring), but the fur looked real. She asked my relationship to DMB and JJT and where I lived. When I said Denver, she said she loved Vail (where she might feel right at home, since people ski in their furs there, in Aspen, and in Beaver Creek, to which I say, You're trying too hard). Anyway, I said I enjoyed Vail but knew Aspen better, and she said oh they're both the same, and if you're tired of one you can drive to the other, they're less than an hour apart. Sure thing, toots. |
The dress had a wrap thingie too. I wouldn't want to rely on only it in a snowstorm, but it was a good effect. Further evidence of why standing people should not permit a sitting person to take their photograph. We borrowed chins. |
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