Wedding Dress Blog Tour - My Dress

This coming August, it will be 11 years since I wore this dress on my wedding day in 1999. Hubby and I were engaged for less than 5 months, so I didn't have a long time to look for dresses, especially if the dress had to be ordered in. I went to every bridal shop in the city and tried on lots of dresses. My hearts desire was to have a dress with a crinoline skirt, so I was quite happy when I found this dress in one of the local shops. They even had the dress in my size so I did not have to worry about time lines for ordering one in.

My favourite memory of that day...my dad singing me down the isle. My dad used to travel in a gospel singing group, so he can sing. Being the proud daughter I am, I still love telling people what he did that day.

Funniest thing from that day...probably the "instructions" the groomsmen wrote in marker all over my hubby's chest and back the morning of our wedding. Nothing really bad...hand outlines, arrows and some words. Fortunately it didn't bleed through his shirt that day.

Worst thing from that day...actually it would be the day before and that would be my car breaking down. I was 45 minutes from my parents house and the city I was getting married in. By the time I got a hold of Hubby (who would now have to be my ride home) and got the car towed, I was 4 hours behind on a day that was filled with appointments, decorating, last minute details and rehearsal. I had amazing bridesmaids who helped out and it all worked out in the end.

Have or would I sell my dress? No. I loved it too much to sell it. I also knew that I would only get a fraction of what I had paid for it. My daughter loves my dress and has told me she wants to wear it on her wedding day. She's not even 8 yet, so I have a feeling she will change her mind before that day comes.

Here is one of my favourite pictures of Hubby and I.


If you want to take part in the Wedding Dress Blog Tour, post a picture of your wedding dress (then and now if you still have it) , tell about a favourite memory and/or funniest/worst thing that happened that day, and whether or not you have or would sell your dress and why...then link your post up on my friend Shash's blog (who is hosting the tour).

Name that Plant

We have been in our current home for almost five years, and this is the first year I've noticed this plant growing in our garden. You might wonder how I could possibly miss it. Well...our garden/yard normally turns into a jungle of weeds and plants that reproduce like rabbits each year. This year I'm determined to get our gardens under control and these pictures were taken after I had dug up a ton of plants that would eventually hide it from view. The leaves that grow out of each bulb/root are in a straight line (giving it a flat look), so each plant looks like a sailboat with green sails. Does anyone know what this plant is called?

Mother's Day

Mother's Day was special.

This is the first year that C did not hand me her Mother's Day gift as soon as she got home from school. Instead, she hid the present under her bed and told me she had a lot of work to do. She then spent part of the afternoon preparing other Mother's Day items.

On Saturday night before she went to bed, she said she had to give me part of my gift. I was handed a large home made card that said....

Happy Mothrs Day
I love you. you are the Best MOM I evre HaD.

I turned the page to see...

Breckfist in BeD and we are goning...

That was all I got to read. As soon as I read the last line, she took the card away and said the rest was for tomorrow. She just wanted me to know that I needed to stay in bed.

Sunday morning, I was served heart-shaped peanut butter and jam sandwiches, toast and coffee along with fresh cut flowers (that she ran outside and cut from our garden) and presents.


I was then able to read the remainder of the card...

and we are goning to eat at a restront. you will get a bocay of flawrs. you will asow get presints and I will red a Bed time story to you.
Love C

A bedtime story...that made me smile.

My presents were a a home-made jewellery box and newspaper bead necklace that she had made at school, along with two of her paintings.


Before she went to bed, we had to crawl into my bed where she read me Max Lucado's You are Mine and Dora's Happy Mother's Day.

It was so special for me to see C make all these plans on her own, and watch her carry them out with such love and excitement. A child's joy is so sweet to see and I felt very honoured and blessed to have such a caring child. Partway through the day C said...I can't wait until Father's Day when I can do this all over again.