Friday, October 30, 2009

Duncan turns twenty

Today is my nephew Duncan's twentieth birthday. He is the son of my second brother (Ed) and his former wife, Deb. I do not know how Duncan could possibly be twenty, I remember when he was born. We were living in North Carolina at the time, but were actually in Los Angeles for a trade show when I found out he was born. How? I have no idea, it's not like we were all walking around with cell phones in 1989.

A couple of years before Duncan was born, my sister Sandra and I were bridesmaids at his parents wedding. There exists a much better(?) picture of us in our ridiculous get-ups, but gee, I really wanted to share this one. Nice hair huh? That's Deb's brother. I think he had a band...

6 comments:

Vicky aka Stichr said...

funny how no one looks to excited in this picture...

Dorothy said...

It was about 100 humid degrees that day, and we'd just come out of the un-air conditioned church. But yeah, we all look thrilled to be there, especially the bride!

Zazzu said...

I actually love the color of the bridesmaid dresses. The style? Not so much. The bride must have been really worried that you and your sis would outshine her on her big day.

Dorothy said...

The bride's mother made the dresses (and the "hats" too - they were her gift to us!) In fact, she made the pattern for the dresses - Debbie's dress had the same drop-waisted pointy skirt thing, but hers went up in the back. It looked better that way on the skinny bride, but my sister and I are curvier, and we'd have looked like we were hauling a caboose, I suspect. "But you can TOTALLY wear this again!" Not so much.

Warty Mammal said...

I'll notify Brian May of Queen that he needs to return the hair.

Warty Mammal said...

Note to self: avoid all weddings in which the phrase "you can totally wear this again" is voiced.

I don't think any bridesmaid dress in history has been worn after the wedding. Some unfortunate souls, having appeared in several weddings, have an entire section of their closet which glows from the loathesome polyester light of these frothy concoctions.

It's far, far better to give the bridesmaids a check to pay for the atrocities they will inevitably end up wearing, then donate the secondhand dresses to a costume closet.