This Thanksgiving, I took the requisite instagram shot of the Thanksgiving table. As I am over a week late and nothing can resurrect the deliciousness that was, I won’t post it and instead I’ll be satisfied knowing that I still have *almost* a complete box of Berger’s cookies left in the freezer. Oprah needs to put these on her Favorite Things list because they are, in a word, heavenly.
Visiting with M. and L., I was reminded of how nice it is to have a little quality girl time every once in a while. A nice 5 hours in the car with my brover gave us enough time to finish the trail mix, mutually whine about the bad radio stations, and catch up. I even got to see my grandparents and for the first time in a long time, I had a wonderful conversation with my grandmother. She is a gem–wise, calm, and always happy to see you (plus, without her, how would I know about Berger’s!)
She walked me through her wedding album. Thirty or forty black and white pictures tell the story; I was amazed at the classy simplicity that was on every page. She was the definition of chic and far from being a Bridezilla, she bought the first dress she tried on (and she tried on only two more) and let her mom pick out the rest. “It’s not that I didn’t care, it’s just that what really mattered to me was marrying Jude.” Love that. Did you know in the 50s, they used to display their wedding gifts on a table, opened, so that guests could check out what you’d picked out? A set of the china, a set of the silver… Now, everything is more de-personalized (e.g.have Amazon ship it to their house two months before the event). If such an event ever happen to me, I’d like to think I’d be a little bit of her and a little bit of Liz Lemon.
Left to right: Go-go, the planner. M.A.-the bride, Missy-maid of honor/sister