I am not the most social person. Given the choice I would much rather sit at home and knit. But yesterday we ventured out to a wedding. My cousin’s eldest daughter, my Goddaughter was marrying her true love. The venue was lovely even if the weather was gray and rainy. The bride wore ecru with rust/orange shoes that matched the bridesmaid’s dresses and the groom and groomsmen’s Chucks. The bride’s grandfather officiated. There wasn’t a dry eye when he pronounced them husband and wife.
Even the sky brightened. When the ceremony and cocktail hour (and photographs) were over we moved inside for a lovely dinner and dancing. I hardly missed my knitting at all.