Sunday, May 25, 2008

The First Dress



Hi readers! Hope all is well with you. I had many bad dreams after watching the Pistons lose, but they will return on Monday ready to take care of business. Here's another excerpt from Second Day Reported. Thanks so much for reading!

I married young, not because I was madly in love, but because I had grown too fearful to live along. My then-husband had no idea how things were for me, how fragile. The cracks hadn't started to show, but they would soon. We did lots of things people in love might do -- sex and rings and cards that said things we could not possibly mean, not forever anyway. When we told Hank of our engagement, he said, "I knew I should have bought another six-pack." At our wedding, Hank slunk around wearing sunglasses, a black trench coat, and a grim expression, looking like a low-level mobster or messenger of doom. I wore a dress an elderly woman made from some curtain-like material purchased at Wal-Mart. She fitted me twice, saying, "Most of the girls don't lose weight when they get married, if you know what I mean. This is the first dress I've ever had to take in."

I also wore a veil that my mother-in-law made with a hot glue gun and some wretched pearl-like beads from Michael's. "I want you to look like Liz Taylor," she said. By this time, Richard Burton was long gone even if I was still living my own hellish version of Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf? and Liz had chosen a construction worker named Larry for lucky husband number six. The pearls, a reputed symbol of fertility and joy, wouldn't stay on the veil and fell into my hair and on the floor the entire night.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I adore wearing gems, but not because they are mine. You can't possess radiance, you can only admire it." Elizabeth Taylor

Cocktail Hour
Drinking cocktail suggestion: It's a beautiful day for brunch, a bizarre meal nobody ever eats except on beautiful Sundays. Go for it since it includes a lot of fatty foods, mimosas or bloody marys, and sitting around pretending that it's not Sunday in the depressing way and that the weekend will never end.

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Sunday! Congratulations to the Redwings!

8 comments:

laughingwolf said...

yeah, youthful follies... been there, done that myself...

nice add, michelle....

Charles Gramlich said...

Very few folks tend to lose weight after they're married. I can attest to that.

JR's Thumbprints said...

I sometimes wonder about how things could've been, the potential, the hope ... and the potential for things to fall apart.

Anonymous said...

Go Wings! Beat the Pengs again! We've got the flying Swedes!!!--JLCGULL

Lana Gramlich said...

Good quote from Taylor there.

Wil said...

My God gurl, what has happened to you? Have you been shrunk and lost in the garden?

chris said...

Forever, what a stupid young mistake we have all made.

But live and learn. How are those Geodes doing by the way ?

One must be happy with ones self, before they can make anyone else happy.
If you mary before 30 years of age, what a big mistake it will more than likely be. Good luck to those who do.

Billy Angel said...

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Billy