no lavender satin strapless gowns will apply
Cousin E is getting married. I presume he and his fiancee will be getting married in CA. However, both of them currently reside in DC. (She having moved out there this summer to be with him.)
So, she (and he, but really, come on, it'll probably be mostly just she) will be planning a wedding from across the country. Last I asked her about the progress of this, she mentioned some local girlfriends who'd be pulling bridesmaid/helper duty.
This week I get an email. She's asking for my mom's recipe for egusi soup, because Cousin E loves it and my mom makes a banging version (from what I hear; there's always meat in it so I can't remember the last time I had any) and she wants to make it for him as a surprise.
I pass along my mom's contact info instead (because asking for the recipe might earn me a cooking lesson, because mom never likes to just give me a recipe [I generally end up looking for them online and experimenting on my own] and, as I said to Fiancee of E, "Me in the kitchen with mom looking over my shoulder as I attempt to make one of her favorite native dishes? No. Just... no."
At the end of the correspondence, I ask how the wedding planning is going. Her response?
"Wedding Plans are coming..we want to go to a bridal show to get some ideas on how to get started. I'm sure I'll be asking you for help since we'll be planning it long distance. (If that's okay.)"
I like being a knowitall, so I will probably be okay with offering assistance. And I am sure that Fiancee of E is sensitive in ways that Estranged Wife of C is not. But this seems like it could be a slippery slope. A slippery slope to where, I'm not certain. Time-crunchiness? Bridezilla-wrangling? Overpriced passably-pretty dresses that will probably only be worn once? Where do I draw the line?
Flower arranging. My parents had a flower shop when I was in high school. You haven't lived until you've spent Valentine's Day knee-deep in roses and waiting for a sale. So, flower arranging might be my line in the sand. I mean, I guess there are worse things. And it's not like I haven't thrown flowers in vase for fun since the flower shop years. So I guess maybe flower arranging could be that thing that I dig my heels in about but am secretly willing to do, and then when I relent and say "Ok, fine.' the requester is grateful enough they won't dare ask for more of my time. Yes, maybe that's it.
So, she (and he, but really, come on, it'll probably be mostly just she) will be planning a wedding from across the country. Last I asked her about the progress of this, she mentioned some local girlfriends who'd be pulling bridesmaid/helper duty.
This week I get an email. She's asking for my mom's recipe for egusi soup, because Cousin E loves it and my mom makes a banging version (from what I hear; there's always meat in it so I can't remember the last time I had any) and she wants to make it for him as a surprise.
I pass along my mom's contact info instead (because asking for the recipe might earn me a cooking lesson, because mom never likes to just give me a recipe [I generally end up looking for them online and experimenting on my own] and, as I said to Fiancee of E, "Me in the kitchen with mom looking over my shoulder as I attempt to make one of her favorite native dishes? No. Just... no."
At the end of the correspondence, I ask how the wedding planning is going. Her response?
"Wedding Plans are coming..we want to go to a bridal show to get some ideas on how to get started. I'm sure I'll be asking you for help since we'll be planning it long distance. (If that's okay.)"
I like being a knowitall, so I will probably be okay with offering assistance. And I am sure that Fiancee of E is sensitive in ways that Estranged Wife of C is not. But this seems like it could be a slippery slope. A slippery slope to where, I'm not certain. Time-crunchiness? Bridezilla-wrangling? Overpriced passably-pretty dresses that will probably only be worn once? Where do I draw the line?
Flower arranging. My parents had a flower shop when I was in high school. You haven't lived until you've spent Valentine's Day knee-deep in roses and waiting for a sale. So, flower arranging might be my line in the sand. I mean, I guess there are worse things. And it's not like I haven't thrown flowers in vase for fun since the flower shop years. So I guess maybe flower arranging could be that thing that I dig my heels in about but am secretly willing to do, and then when I relent and say "Ok, fine.' the requester is grateful enough they won't dare ask for more of my time. Yes, maybe that's it.