Knit Sisters

Our return to Massachusetts and the Dream House has been full of wonder and joy, and also a crapload of unpacked boxes. You must believe me when I say that I’d be happy to be unpacking right this instant…if only someone would tell me where all this stuff goes.

Instead I thought I’d thank you all for your lovely comments on the wedding posts and give you the report on the California reception. (The Massachusetts reception is bearing down upon us at lightning speed, no brakes—and let me tell you, there’s nothing like the exhilaration one feels when one is desperately unpacking a two-story house while staring down the barrel of a bazillion guests descending upon one in a matter of days! But you know what I always say: if a thing’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing!)

And so, without further ado:

In the beginning, there was me, the cake, and Alex’s mother (who prefers to remain anonymous on the internets, and who can blame her really? Would you—honestly now—want your name associated with an outfit like Knit Sisters? I thought not.)

Gratuitous shot of the eight-point bustle.

Dear friends Marchelle and Stephen with their daughter. Love the hat, Miss Baby! And also the discerning expression. If Miss Baby could speak in complete sentences, I think she might say, “I don’t know ya, and I’m not sure I wanna know ya neither.”

My cousin Chris and his delightful and lovely wife Sophie show off their adorable son. And yes, I am there too, sunburned and trying desperately not to chortle and spew wine all over the camera lens. The sunburn, by the way, was the result of a vast blind spot that afflicted me on our wedding day. The sunscreen was in the blind spot. Ergo…

Alex with Susan and Matt, some of our very good friends from the Bay Area.

To illustrate one of the difficulties of cavorting about out-of-doors in a complicated dress with an overlayer of tulle, I have included this picture of my sister and I attempting to expel a bug that had somehow gotten in between the overlayer and the underlayer, creating an unsightly black “stain” that moved of its own volition. We were ultimately successful. And the “perfect day” was saved!

Alex with family friend: “And so you see, the FOURTH consideration is…”

With my old man and some of his high school chums. I’m sure you’d never guess that I’m well over a decade older than all these people. What’s my secret? Knitting. And Oil of Olay.

Speaking of knitting, here is Sarah at the reception, using her time wisely. Very fine sock, Sarah. Love the color combo!

With our parents and a few of my grad school buddies, I photograph my father-in-law while he photographs me. The spectator is specularized and the object of the gaze is reflexively empowered through technology! We’re also just, you know, funny like that.

What do you think of the bridal industry, Maxine?

Love this woman.

The Bales family parties hearty with Alex’s mom and my dear friend from college, Jennifer.

When you’re the coolest person in the room, it shows.

The ceremonial cake barely making it to the plate. This is what happens when you unleash amateurs upon multi-layered pastries.

Alex pauses before he feeds me the cake.

And finally, the get-away car with its traditional appointments.

More from the Dream House, and the second party, when we return…