I remember once when my cousin’s wedding day was approaching. She is a real perfectionist. Everything had to be perfect and ‘just so’. The cake had to be decorated like she wanted, the flowers had to be absolutely perfect etc. With her rushing around and us in the middle, it was like being in the middle of a hurricane.
First she didn’t really who to put on her guest list and was leaving loads of people out. Then she didn’t have a clue what to put on her wedding list. She was going a bit overboard putting every tiny little thing down.
So my Mom said that it was all too ridiculous and she should get people to tell her what they would like to bring. My Mom said she would look at some quilt sets for them. They are really practical and versatile and smarten a dull room up, especially if they are matching ones. So they spent a day looking at the different color schemes and deciding what would go well in the bedroom. They did not want anything too girly she said.
Then my Mom said she wanted to get them something nice and memorable, because we have been best friends forever. So I took her to see the ‘giant pictures’ my friend always liked in the arcade, but my Mom said that she wasn’t going to buy them any photos of men riding horses in the sea. What did it all mean? My Mom said. So in the end, she got them a dining room set.
Well, they have to eat and they didn’t have anywhere to sit. I tried telling her they didn’t have a dining room in their apartment, but there is no telling my Mom when she gets like that.
So, it seemed like years later, when the big day finally came. She does not look it, but she is a real traditionalist. She had put all the presents out in a room for people to go and have a look at. It is nice you know, to do little things like that. Makes you really feel like there is a special occasion.
Something was nagging my Mom though. Mom had been rushing around too. She had organized everyone’s hair and supervised the makeup. She looked exhausted after a busy day yesterday and a frantic morning today. But when she looked round the presents there was something not quite right. I didn’t know what it was, until Mom banged her hand to her forehead and said: The quilt set!
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