Well y'all, it has taken me a full week (or two....) to find the time to finish up my post about our wedding weekend. I figure I should probably update now because this coming weekend is yet another busy wedding weekend. In fact, I need to stop calling them wedding "weekends" because in reality I spend about 97.99% of my time thinking about, working on, and engrossed in this wedding business!
Anyway, to finish up my three-parter, I'd like to dedicate this post to Momma Jane. One of my long-time besties is the wonderful Matt Leonard. Matty and I met during our stint in Sweeney Todd at Weathervane Playhouse about 247 years ago. It was an insta-friendship, and we've been friends ever since. He was my roomie for a short time, and he was my co-guinea pig when I got the wild hair and decided to uproot my life and move to NYC. For the record, when I got the reverse wild-hair and moved back to Kentucky the next year, he actually ended up staying there and lived happily ever after.
Fast forward to now. Back when I got engaged, Matt mentioned to me that his mom, whom I affectionately call Momma Jane, was retiring this spring and would be happy to spend her newly found free time helping me out with wedding shenanigans. Now I immediately said, "YES!" because she is VERY talented. She sews, makes jewelry, and in general is a talented artsy/crafty/smartsy woman with an eye. Plus I love her, and she is the dog whisperer, all of which are requirements when I entrust people with things. It took me about 8 months to actually gather all the things she needed to begin decorating. (Remember my mother and I's wild trip to Michael's? Yes, that's right. I just referred to a trip to Michael's Craft Store as "wild". Boom. Yo.)
So finally my parents and Andrew and myself took off to Ohio. We love taking trips with my parents. It's like a little double date. They remind us SOOOOO very much of us. So the roadtrip up there was full of laughter, with many things I wish I could regale you all with but alas, I try to keep these posts to no more then 24 pages each.
We arrived at Momma Jane's, and she greeted me with hugs and warmth. I greeted her with a trunk full of purple explosion. It all equaled out. After I spent a good 30 minutes refusing to do anything but play with her ridiculously cute Chorkie puppy named Abby (seriously almost stole this dog), we finally got down to business. I pulled out all the purple in the world, and we got on Pinterest and we oo'd and ah'd and gasped and geeked out. I broke out in a sweat y'all. This was for serious.
She took everything in quite calmly, and no matter what I threw at her she very sweetly just said, "Okay. That's easy." Now. I'm not sure if all the things are really that easy, or if she just loves me so much she knows better than to tell a Bride 12 weeks out from her wedding that something can't be done. I mean, I knew it was a bit far-fetched to request the feathers to actually be from real angels, but she seemed fine with it...
Then we get to talking about lighting and how I so badly want lanterns for the tables but that they have been rather expensive everywhere. And she's all, "You want lanterns? Oh, I have lanterns." I'm sorry .WHAT?! And she goes and gets one, and it is gorgeous and perfect, and she has over a dozen of them, and then angels sang. Done.
Anyway, as we wrapped up our decorations business, we start talking about the dress. I'm in the middle of saying something about it having a lace trim, and suddenly we all become aware that Andrew is sitting on the edge of his seat listening to every detail trying to "draw" a dress in his head. I refuse to let him know anything about my wedding dress, and as a result he has been like a kid leading up to Christmas. So I stopped talking immediately and we all ushered him outside to pout with my dad and the dog.
Jane began asking me about alterations and I confessed how nervous I was because I hadn't set anything up yet and I was using someone who was recommended by a friend of a friend. And, again, very calmly, in the same tone as "That's easy." she says, "Oh. Well then let me do that for you, too." I'm sorry, what? Jane, you DID hear me request feathers from Angel's earlier, right? A momma is gonna be busy, mmmk? And I'm all, "Wait. You do wedding dress alteration?!" and she calmly says, "Of course. I have one hanging in the back room right now that I'm doing. Matt didn't tell you?" Um...NO! So just like that, like Sonny and Cher, like Donnie and Marie, and peanut butter and jelly, like mac n cheese - it became Jane and Dress. I wanted to squeeze her and hug her and call her my George, but I refrained. But I did squeal. And maybe clapped. A lot.
So I think I am going to consider changing her official name from Momma Jane to Saint Jane. It seems fitting. She's got my centerpieces, my church decorations, my lanterns, my WEDDING DRESS people!! I love her. Thank you Matty for bringing your momma into my life.
OHHH, and before I go just in case anyone cares...we fought Willie Dick. And we won. The invitations are in my possession people. They are being mailed out in 2 weeks. Whoa.
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