a burning inferno....

happened at my brothers wedding. a very exciting wedding might i add. i mean, it was the first in my family since mine, hello, there are 3 kids involved now or something. anyway......

my mother had instructions. a brown dress. a brown dress for the mother of the groom must drape your body to make all our dreams come true....
{and they did, you can see it here}

it seems simple enough, but not to my mom. no, she knows every strength and weakness on her body. she knows exactly where to shop and what to buy. she always looks great. unfortunate that i didn't inherit that like to dress up and look nice gene isn't it? anyway, i am working on that.

bill the dad took her shopping every saturday from the announcement of the engagement.

h.mac the daughter and paigey lou took her cyber shopping to every cyber shop possible.

ash the in law suggested every shop from here to space trying to find what she would feel her best in.

in fact, i bought a brown dress just because i had looked at every brown dress ever to grace a machine and felt the need to be in brown....

and then...

{finally} she found something. she wasn't head over heels for it mind you. in fact, she was keeping it as a stand by unless something else grabbed her and wrestled her to the ground screaming {mother of the groom, mother of the groom}!

mind you, nothing else did.

so, the day of.....

my mother and i didn't get the picture orders right. no, we were dense as to the fact that we needed to be dressed on the temple grounds in our appropriate attire, so we wore regular sunday best. suddenly realizing our oversight, we rushed in to change making everyone wait, sorry.

the day wore on and my mom received more compliments on her dress i tell you. it was really beautiful. as we were winding down the day, we were sending the bride and groom off with some sparklers in a little arms raised tunnel for them to walk thru.

now, by this time, my mom has decided she really likes this dress, yes, it was a good choice she thinks. maybe i will wear it again.

this thought was quickly extinguished when i heard, "the mother of the groom is on fire!"

yes, in our sprinkler tunnel splendor, a stray spark flew into her arm, burning every part of the sleeve it touched. hole after hole as a glowing red ember smoked its way thru her new found fashion statement. we were expecting tears and sadness to cover her face, but instead, incessant giggles from her, me and all who were in on the fashion saga..........

bent over, giggles and giggles, slobber and eyes watering.......