Marriage Ceremonies

Wednesday was a busy day for Spanish ceremonies, English not so much.  I did have some interesting couples. 

One couple had not known they had to have a license and a ceremony in order to be legally married.  Now they were not from a foreign country where you sign a book at City Hall and are declared married.  They were born in the USA.   The bride’s divorce was final in the last year, so she had experience in the marriage game.  How could they not know a license was needed and a ceremony?  They were highly miffed at the need for a ceremony.  Lots of moaning and groaning.  I did the three sentence ceremony and we sent them on their way.

Then we had the happy bride.  This young woman had an infectious smile and laugh.  She was beaming and so was I.  And the groom, he is interesting for his name.  I will not tell the real name.  But I will give you an example.  Let’s say his name was Pee Wee Reese Jones III. Not a name many mothers would pick. I asked if there was a connection to famous name.  He said no, his grandfather was born before famous name made baseball history.  Such a one of a kind name, and makes me wonder how his family came by it.

White lace dresses seem to be the fashion choice lately.  One of my brides was on her third marriage.  She was around 40 and she was built like a fireplug. Really she had no waist. That is not said with disrespect, but so you can visualize the bride.  She wore a short white lace dress, had a blue garter at the knee, nude stockings (few wear stockings anymore) beige heels, and carried painted daisies.  She was hyper excited, explaining too much, talking talking, and crying. He was the calm her down guy.  They were sweet.  And I hope this marriage works for her.

The last couple were so tiny.  Tiny bones, short, delicate looking people.  He was maybe five foot three.  She wore 4 inch heels and was still shorter than the groom.  He wore a black suit and tie with a white shirt that had silver threads running through it.  The bride wore a white lace mini that had a square neck.  A gorgeous couple.  As Clerk C finished the paper work, we all talked.  The groom said, “Graduated from college, check.  Married, check.  Now we need jobs.”  Both with engineering degrees and they are waiting tables.  How sad is that?  I really would like to hear a good ending for them. 

Some Rules Need to be Broken

Wednesday was really slow at the Marriage Factory. I sat for an hour and a half, nothing.  I was falling asleep.  So I went out to bother staff, the deli people, just walk around. 

I saw the family come in the door.  Dad in a white shirt and blue slacks.  Mom in a white satin sheath.  It had layers of flat satin about 2 inches wide on a slant from shoulder to the knees.  She had rhinestone earrings and a drop necklace.  The guests were dressed up .  Everyone was respecting the occasion.  And then I saw the little girls.

Two little ones, 4 and 6 years old.  White dresses, white ruffled socks, white Mary Janes.  Each dress was trimmed in a bright color.  They had head bands in the bright colors.  I told one of the Deli workers I hoped they spoke English, I wanted this wedding.  And they did!!!!!!!!!

The wedding was lovely.  The little girls stood by their respective parent.  The girls got tired toward the end and sat on the floor.  The dresses were puffed out around them.  It was lovely to look at.

I have a rule, I do not take pictures of the weddings for my blog.  It seems an invasion of their privacy.  But I asked if I could take a picture of the girls, and I would not show their faces.  The parents said yes.  They seemed so pleased I wanted to take the pictures.

The overskirt is tulle that is folded and comes back up to the waist.  It makes a pocket for the silk petals.  The top and the under skirt are of a satin like material.  The sashes and the petals are removable and the colors/items can be changed.  Be sure to click to see this larger.  It is well worth the click.

The girls loved their dresses.  They swayed and the petals moved around.  The little girl in orange held the overskirt up and watched the petals slide around.  They were so cute.

His daughter, her daughter, and they already felt like a family.  The girls held hands.  The oldest leaned over to me and whispered to me, “I’m going to be in the first grade.”  She was so proud of herself.

I fell in love with this family.  Not just the couple and their girls.  Her mother, aunts, his father.  They stole my heart.