Thursday, January 31, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Why did everyone burst out laughing in the middle of Lucy's wedding? The vows had been exchanged with due solemnity. The rings had been blessed with due solemnity. Peter had accepted the ring from the priest and solemnly put it on Lucy's finger, and when Lucy turned to take the ring to put on Peter's finger—she was handed a twist tie, which she put on his finger and soon replaced with his ring.
Lucy has her own unique sense of style. Most of us know better than to give her anything which we consider cute, tasteful or even stunning. So when Peter proposed to Lucy, he knew better than to give her a ring of his own choosing. A twist tie filled the bill until she could work with a jeweler to design her own special ring. She picked it up two days before the wedding and came over to show us and to embark on attaching the place cards to their gifts for the guests.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 1:43 PM
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Posted by Beryl Ament at 5:30 PM
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Grosse Pointe is not a great place to shop. The word "boutique" tends to dominate descriptions of what the area has to offer. Not to mention "up-scale." Not a great source for the everyday articles we all need. There was a great store here once—it was a tad up-scale in some departments, but I bought kid's underwear, shoes and some of my clothes there. It closed: there was a clamor to bring in all kinds of useful stores, but the stores did not want to come. Maybe it was the high rents, maybe the understanding that "old money" didn't shop much and that Buffy and Muffy had inherited Grandmama's jewelry and furs—maybe even her underwear—and the indisputable fact of demographics that a circle radiating from here didn't contain as many potential shoppers as the CFOs need, because half the circle is lake.
The Internet has done away with some of the problems, but on Saturday, needing a gift at short notice, I crossed town to a somewhat swanky mall. The area where I parked entices a person to enter the mall via Nieman Marcus—probably hoping that passing the David Yurman sparklies will encourage impulse buying. As I entered the mall proper, I passed a window containing this garment.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 9:23 AM
Friday, January 04, 2013
It has been seventeen years since our last wedding, but what a change in attitude. Last time I sent out x invitations and received x replies. Simple. The reply said "yes" or "no". This time I enclosed the little reply envelope, printed with our names and with a stamp decorated with ribbons spelling out the traditional "Love", so that all the recipient had to do was fill in his intentions and throw it in a mail box. Today was the last day to R.S.V.P. and I have no idea how many people plan to come. Etiquette allows me to get on the phone, but I don't want to. Nor do I want to run out of food for people who come and don't tell me, or—worse yet—pay for people who don't intend to turn up. On the one hand I am nervous that some of those silly little envelopes have gone astray, especially during the Christmas season, and on the other hand the pop sociologist in me says there is a link between not bothering to reply—and I have had several people e-mail me or my daughter or my future son-in-law—and the decrease in letter writing.
I'll let you know how it goes.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 7:24 PM