Something Borrowed

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A couple of weeks ago, my daughter and I went for her second wedding dress fitting.  Thankfully the weather had cooled a bit.  The sun smiled from an azure sky.  When we first met Lynn, the seamstress, we were surprised to learn she works out of her home.  The trees on Lynn’s street stretch over to form a canopy and only let little snippets of the heavens peek through.  The trees have lived there and may be slightly older than the homes, which are a little over 100 years old.  

I’m sure Katie would have liked to have more people come with for her dress fittings, but due to restrictions, only one other person is permitted to attend.  I felt lucky to be the one to tag along.  🙂  We climbed the stairs and admired the large front porch.  As we entered the home, various wedding dresses hung from door frames.  I wondered how they kept everything so neat and clean.  Certainly, no pets live there.  When making dinner, how do they prevent odors from seeping into the dresses, I wondered.  Perhaps they don’t cook with onions and garlic as much as we do.

When we were escorted to the changing room during our first visit, I noticed an award on the wall, which made me feel better.  Lynn also told us how she used to own her own bridal shop.  As I watched Lynn work her magic on the dress, it felt we were in the place we were meant to be.

As soon as Katie slipped on the dress, I wrapped each embroidered strand around every third fabric button on the back, and secretly reprimanded myself for recently trimming my fingernails.  When I got to the neckline, Lynn returned, and I discovered I accidentally missed a button, and the row was askew, but all looked well.  It will be fun when the groom gets his first look.  The dress needed a few more small alterations and will be ready to pick up when we get closer to the Big Day.

Before we knew it, we were home, Katie left, and I sat down to watch a Laura Ingalls Wilder type show.  Elizabeth was about to marry Jack.  As Elizabeth’s friends helped her get ready, they talked about “Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue.”  Even though I’ve been reading checklists about what needs to get done, Something Old didn’t show up anywhere.  I turned off the show, and texted Katie.

Me:

I forgot about

Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed,
Something blue.

The new can be your dress.

Should I look for an old blue something of mine that you can borrow?

Katie:

I have Grandma’s turquoise ring I was going to wear!

Me:  

Covers old and blue.  Is that considered borrowed though?

Then I remembered we talked about Something Old a while back, but I don’t believe the ring can be considered borrowed, since Katie became its new owner soon after my mom passed away.  Katie asked if I had a simple bracelet she could borrow, and I found one that used to be popular in the 80s.  The next time Katie stopped by, she tried it on, and it fit perfectly.

I was grateful to get that reminder and pray the angels continue to stay close by!

All God’s angels come to us disguised. ~James Russell Lowell

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