If we were having coffee, we’d be meeting in my living room. We’d be meeting in the morning and I’d be bleary-eyed, mussy-haired, and still in my pajamas. I’d sit in the big chair in the corner with a steaming cup of tea. Despite just waking up, I would do my best to make you feel welcome. Is there anything I can get you? Tea? Coffee? Maybe some toast?
If we were having coffee, you’d know that I am in for a very busy June. Already, every weekend is pencilled in with plans and events… and the past couple of days have been no exception!
Work got rained out again on Friday, so instead I went to the nursery and helped my mom pick out flowers for her garden. (I always forget how much I love flowers–the colors, the shapes, the smells. Maybe someday, when I have my own house, I’ll take up gardening.) After this task was done, we utilized the free movie passes we get every month to see Me Before You. It was a sad movie–true to the book. Emilia Clarke was splendid as Louisa and Sam Claflin played the sardonic Will to a tee (and I thoroughly enjoyed all the closeups of his beautifully sculpted face.)
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you about the wedding I attended last night! It took place in this beautiful renovated barn just half a mile down the road from where I live. The bride, Johanna, is from the neighborhood–the older sister of my childhood best friend. She worked at my family’s orchard from the age of thirteen to twenty-three and is someone I know as well as my own family.
The wedding itself was beautiful–outdoors along the outskirts of the woods. The rain managed to hold off until after the ceremony. It didn’t start pouring until the I-dos were said and we were all safely indoors. It was definitely a strange group of people–neighbors that I forgot we had, high school peers I haven’t seen in years, and childhood friends. My older brother and Johanna were both in the University of Minnesota Marching Band, so instead of hanging out with the neighborhood kids, he hung out with his college buddies.
The reception had a rocky start. For some reason, my family was placed in the back corner by the DJ. We couldn’t see the high table and the music was so loud we could hardly hold a conversation. When it came time to eat, we were the last table allowed to get food… and they were out of meat. Still, what came after washed away any insult there.
My family scattered after the meal. My older brother joined his college buddies, my younger brother went home, and I hit the dance floor. Now that the official portions of the event were over, I could freely hang out with the bride’s sisters, with whom I am close. It was funny to see how they both reacted to the event. Exhausted after fourteen months of wedding planning with a bridezilla sister, they let loose in different ways. The bridesmaid sister went crazy on the dance floor and the Maid of Honor went crazy with the alcohol. Both responses made for good company! Along with their Russian cousin, we spent hours and hours dancing, laughing, and enjoying occasional shots.
Normally, I don’t put a lot of effort into my appearance. I’m the throw-on-clothes and leave kind of person. But for this event, I went all-out. I wore a nice dress that showed off my figure (which I purchased for $6 at Goodwill!), curled my hair, and covered my face in makeup. I learned that I can actually pull off red lipstick–something I’ve never before attempted. It was definitely worth the extra effort. Most days, I go about feeling a bit uncomfortable in my body–too round, too bulky, too awkward. Last night, though, I felt beautiful. There were some people who didn’t even recognize me! My old day care lady was amazed at how grown-up I’ve become. There was a couple there who I knew when I was little–we were in a Swedish dancing troupe together, but they were graduated high school when I was ten and I haven’t seen them since. They didn’t realize who I was until the Maid of Honor introduced me and their mouths practically dropped. The lady goes, “Wait… you’re Amelia? Little Amelia from Swedish dance?! You’re gorgeous!” I don’t want to come across as vain or shallow, but it did feel good to feel lovely. It felt good to have my brother’s college buddies go out of their way to introduce themselves to me, calling my brother an idiot for not doing so already. (The Russian cousin later told me bluntly, “They think you’re hot.”) I’m not going to let the compliments, flattery, and attention go to my head. But indulging in such things for just one night was so much fun.
If we were having coffee, you’d know that I’ll soon be leaving the house again. I’m spending the day at a street festival in St. Paul with some college friends. I’m back in my normal t-shirt, shorts, flannel, and makeup-less face and am really looking forward to a summer day in the city. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day!
Okay, I think that’s enough from me. Let’s turn things over to you. What would you share over coffee?
This post is part of the Weekend Coffee Share link up at Part Time Monster