Make My Day

I haven't been posting a lot recently, mainly because I have been lacking in inspiration. However, I think today something clicked somewhere amidst the ceremony of a wedding I attended this afternoon. I will start by saying that by no means am I a wedding-aholic. In fact, I have only been to four that I can recall in my life- one of which I spent crying to my mother that the responsibilities of a flower girl were far too challenging for four-year-old me. Instead, I live out these fantasies by consuming mass amounts of "Say Yes to the Dress" which is a guilty guilty pleasure of mine.

This event was unlike the others I have attended. With green consumption and products in mind, the couple held the wedding outside, requesting that their guests come dressed in "picnic attire". Heck, these two little words printed on the invitation where probably the most daunting thing I have seen since my April school schedule which was crammed full of exams and final assignments. I have an obsession with wearing the right thing to the right event, and it is because of this that my mother always turns to me for advice before her functions. However, picnic attire and wedding just seemed like an oxymoron to me. So there I went, voyaging through the grassy depths of Ontario to the rolling hills and mosquito-infested town of Uxbridge.

The combination of not being quite sure if I got the handle of the dress code, and the constant drizzle had put a dapper on my mood that not even the best French onion soup could repair. It was then that a family friend gave me a bear hug, and told me that I was looking good. And no, I did not have to pay this man, nor was he intoxicated, or that "creepy" uncle that is ever present at weddings! It was a simple few words that seemed to brighten my day. Those words that I don't think we realize have an impact on someone's day. Though it might seem silly that one compliment can alter my state of mind, it was the recognition that despite my frizzy hair and "deer in headlights" demeanour resulting from knowing a total of seven people attending, that I was okay. Screw picnic casual- the other girls there obviously attend some fairly chic picnics from the looks of their dresses. Even though I might not understand what to wear to a picnic, nor have cooperative hair, I managed to enjoy my time and celebrate in the union of two wonderful people. And if someone was snickering about my disheveled appearance, well they simply were no looking in the right direction. The woman in white, with her dashing husband, can steal my show any day.