It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Maternal Goopiness

Every so often, while out shopping in an upscale dress shop (or, in my case, just passing by), you’ll come across a pair of girls — excuse me, young women — or a whole group of them, with that certain spark about them. They’re not just hanging out and having fun, though there’s a lot of fun in the air. No, there’s something more to it.

And if you watch them a little longer (and I generally do, because they’re just so damned appealing, somehow) you will pretty soon deduce that the special something about these girls is that they are Wedding Shopping. One of them is The Bride, the other, her Maid of Honour. Perhaps there are some bridesmaids along, too. They radiate joy. They are blooming in happiness and excitement. They’re just so lovely.

They always bring out the “Awwww” in me. You young mothers, you probably do that, too, when you see a bridal party out together, only you’re probably remembering your own wedding. You’re thinking of how it was for you, how excited you were, how fun it was. When I watch those young women, the “awww” has quite a different source. My own Big White Wedding is so far back in distant history that it doesn’t figure in my response. I’m not thinking of my hours spent poring over bridal magazines, the comparing of patterns with my Maid of Honour, the shopping for just the right accessory. I did all that, and loved it, but that’s not what’s triggering my “Awwwww”.

No, when I look at those young women, I see girls. I see someone’s daughter. And it’s just so damned sweet! You say “awwww” when your toddler mangles the language and says something so freaking adorable by mistake you just melt into a puddle of maternal goopiness. That’s exactly the “aww” I feel for these girls.

I see those young, vibrant, joy-filled, excited girls, and I see my own daughters, and I go “awwww, aren’t they just so sweet? and young? and happy? and hopeful?” Maternal goopiness overwhelms me.

And last week, my youngest daughter (just turned 18) went to visit her big sister (now 25). Her big sister, who got engaged this spring. My youngest daughter will be her maid of honour. And while they were together, they went wedding dress shopping!!!!

Aaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwww……..

My babies are not babies any more. And it’s wonderful!

They are also kind and thoughtful young women, and made sure that mum, stuck back home in Ottawa, got to see the top few contenders. Wanna see???

I love the buttons on this one.

Oooooh, chiffon!! (Or is that tulle? Pretty, either way!) Sort of quasi-Grecian thing going with the layering on the bodice, too. Nice.

This one suits her figure. (She’s inherited her mother’s curves, I say, modestly.) 😀

Front view.

Finally, the top contender so far. (Lookit that teeny waist? Aren’t you all so jealous? I’m a smidge wistful. I said she’d inherited my figure. I didn’t say I totally still had it any more… sigh…) I loooove the lace on the overskirt.

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty!

My baby is going to be a bride.

AAAaaaaaawwwww…

July 20, 2011 Posted by | my kids | , , , , , , | 10 Comments

Little girl-ness

“Oh, MARY! LOOK!”

Sussex Drive. Downtown Ottawa. Very pretty (except for that plug-ugly American embassy brooding over the environs, blocking the formerly lovely view of the Market from Major’s Hill Park, AND taking up HALF the damned street besides), very tourist-y, nicely artsy.

The kids have been full of lookits the whole trip. The bus! The tractor! The geese! The tall building! The Peace Tower! The mountie!

And now? Now Anna’s little girly, frou-frou, bling queen heart is overflowing.

“Oh, MARY!” Her breath is a sigh. “Lookit that beeeeyoutiful dress!”

She doesn’t know it’s a wedding dress. She’s not dreaming of her future groom, nor even that breathless Walk up the Aisle. It’s just a dress, but so… beeeeeeyoutiful…

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May 12, 2009 Posted by | Anna, Ottawa, outings, the cuteness! | , , , | 5 Comments