When we were driving in, we saw a stretch Hummer that was so huge, the side doors lifted up like the hatches on a small aircraft. I wish I could have gotten that picture!! They are so long, I have no idea how the middle could be supported.There was the constant fluffing of lace, organza and tulle:
There was the purple wedding party:
The orange wedding party: (same orange as a soft orange sherbet)
We also saw an ice blue, black (one of the bridesmaid's had pink hair, like a hot pink highlighter), sage green, and on and on and on. We continually said to each other, "There's another one...and another one" Of course we also made comments on how she chose the wrong dresses, or wrong styles and "couldn't she have gone to a natural color hair for the wedding, it can't be that hard".But the real kicker for me was this orange wedding party:
Those dresses were flame orange with lots of spangles and sparkles. Not at all my taste. The maid or matron of honor had the same dress, but in gold lame. I was extremely judgemental, but Celia reminded me that the brides choose what they like and they didn't do it to please me. OK, I'll try to be more understanding. Just a warning for my girls: pick what you can look at in a wedding album in 30 years!!!

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