I feel totally vivacious, and it’s all because I’m going to a wedding.
While N gets a cab, I take a shot of a doorway.
The Wedding is at the Liberty Grand. It’s close to Queen’s end, just past King’s curve on the Lakeshore.
I wear my new beaded black lace Free People bolero and curl my hair.
N’s hair is curlier than mine, so I get him to just stand there, and hold the gift.
It’s wrapped in a pale yellow retro-repro of an antique silk cut-velvet, piano shawl with fringe.
This place has everything, a grand staircase, a windmill and statues. Yes, I know the statues appear to have curly hair, but it’s mostly hidden under cement hats and mine is longer.
The Bride and Groom are the most in-love couple I’ve met in years. This pic is from a projection presentation.
This Wedding is as glamorous as any awards show, and definitely more chic.
The bride’s gown is a masterpiece.
It’s a strapless mermaid with fishtail.
The fishtail moves flawlessly with the Bride’s every step.
The Wedding is perfectly spectacular.
Ultimately, all good things end, and it’s time to go home.
As I turn to leave, there’s this special snack table. I secure as many gourmet cookies as will fit into my beaded evening bag, fluff my curls then work my way through the milling crowd.
What a night! What a Wedding! I know there won’t be another, because this is a once in a lifetime event. My heart swells with best wishes for the newly wedded lover’s prosperity.
When I get home I want to take a shot of my curly hair.
It won’t show well against my black bolero, so I pull the first light colored item I see out of the closet. It’s a Miss Sixties fake leather coat, with fun fur. No animals were harmed in the making of this garment.
However a bunch of Pleathers and Polyesters were compromised.
Sigh! My curls have fallen to the point of scribbles hanging over the faux fur, which is pretty much the same texture as my hair.
That was an incredible wedding.
I thank the Bride and Groom for the generous sharing of their awesome joy. May they have the best lives, ever!