Just in case you all haven’t gotten the memo, I, will be a mother-of-the-bride. From what I’ve Googled, it is a distinguished title. I don’t really DO ANYTHING, but I have to DO a lot (I’m paraphrasing of course). Because I have a very busy brain, that tends to look out of varying windows, I’m choosing to bring you all on this ride with me. I’ll post these exploits, and you all are more than welcomed to follow along and laugh with me. We’ll call them, The Chronicles of a Mother of the Bride, and I’ll post my specific experiences here.
Why? Well, why not?
I’ll get to be a Mother-of-the-Groom in the future, hopefully, but never again the “Mother-of-the-Bride”, so, feel free to follow me on this adventure.
Challenge Numero Uno (1)
Ready?
Apparently, I’ve been faking it!
Faking adulthood that is. I’ve faked IT, for about 25 years; you know, how I know? I will be meeting my daughter’s, fiance’s parents very soon. I, do not own 6 dinner plates that match. I don’t mean that in the very cool eclectic, sense either. No, no, I mean that in the, things have broken over the years, sense, in the, I’m a blended home with “his” set of plates, and “my” set of plates, which I happily intermingled and are “our” set of plates, sense. However, now, I kind of need something a bit more, dare I say it? Proper, Formal, Orderly.
In addition to actual dinner/desert plates that match, I also do not own any table linens that are not holiday related OR made of plastic.
I know, I know… don’t judge me. I just never hosted anything that required non-paper plates.
So here we are. I’m two weeks out of meeting these people who will be related to my daughter for the rest of her life, and I KNOW the importance of peace and civility within extended families, and all I have are an array of holiday specific paper plates. I’ve never seen the practicality to “pretty” things in my home, and now, here we are, with a severe shortage of “pretty”.
Let’s move on to the menu planning phase of this upcoming dinner party. My very wise, sage, husband suggested a meal that I’m comfortable preparing. Seems perfectly logical. I, of course, don’t always choose “easy” so I’m going to try my hand at an “intermediate” level recipe from FoodNetwork.com, here goes nothing, right?
What can possibly go wrong?
Oh, just kidding, that’s rhetorical, I KNOW that many, upon many, things may go wrong.
I hope you enjoy this series of blog posts, and hopefully, I can pull this ‘mother-of-the-bride’ thing off without growing up too much.
