Wedding plans

Lil Miss — who is rapidly proving herself to be worth her weight in gold, as she is quite adept at running the wringer washer, processing credit-card transactions, and keeping track of reservations, all while listening to Joey’s endless stories and nodding at the appropriate times — has volunteered to help with the few details I have to arrange for the wedding.

Joey wants to make my bouquet, so Lil put herself in charge of acquiring materials and helping him with that project. She assures me that they will come up with something “appropriately garish, but not too embarrassing,” whatever that means. She also insisted on joining me for a dress-shopping excursion in Albuquerque yesterday, because — as she put it — “You know Mr. Loucks isn’t going to tell you if something makes your butt look big.”

If her parents ever get tired of her, I swear I am going to adopt this child. She reminds me of myself at 14, only much more practical.

I started to walk into a bridal shop on Nob Hill yesterday, but then Lil asked me what I thought one of those $500 dresses would look like the first time one of Coldwater’s brightest citizens bumped into me with a bowl of chili in his hand. I laughed and let her lead me into a hippy-dippy little vintage shop, where we both immediately zeroed in on a strange little dress made of several layers of filmy, paisley-patterned fabric in a range of dark colors. The top looks sort of like a poet shirt, and the skirt is long and flowing and very pretty. It looks nothing like a wedding gown, but it suits me, and I’m sure Sandy will approve. I bought myself a new pair of Birkenstocks and some vintage costume jewelry to go with it. The Birkies cost literally ten times as much as the shirt.

Grant assures me that he doesn’t care what I wear, because whatever I come up with will look just fine scattered across a hotel-room floor three hours after the wedding.

I’m so glad I’m marrying a man with such a strong sense of class and decorum….

— Sierra


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