I'm getting married!!!!
Yeah. I know. You're thinking, "Um. Isn't Mair already married? She didn't even tell us she divorced Ken."
Of course I didn't tell you, sillies. I never divorced him. And no, I'm not about to become a bigamist. I'm marrying Ken, or rather, we're having our marriage blessed and it'll upgrade to becoming a sacrament. There's marriage, and there's the Sacrament of Holy Matrimony. We missed out on the latter, but by God's grace, we're putting all things right. On Easter.
It's going to be a happy, happy day for me. I'm so excited I can explode! For the first time in our marriage, one of us won't have to stand by while the other partakes of the blessed Sacrament of the Eucharist. We're going for a sacramental life together. It's different from what we've had before. It feels like a new life is stretched out before us, full of spiritual adventures, and most of all the Real Presence of Christ.
So, I'm making a big honkin' deal about it, even though we're so broke we can't pay attention. We got new rings, sterling silver posey rings that are inscribed on the inside with the words, "With this ring I thee wed." Love them! I got a dress for ten bucks from Target online. It's very pretty, and I feel so fortunate to have found it for that price. But I had a little situation.
Of course I did. This is me.
See, I cover my head in church. I know I don't have to, but I love to. A few years ago I went to the Ancient Christianity and African Americans conference and was so moved by the beauty and piety of the women--my sisters and sistahs--present. Many of them, especially from the Ethiopian and Russian traditions cover their heads. I don't know. It filled me with an unexpected longing to do the same. I started researching--you know I did! And finally prayed about it. My sistah friend Dr. Carla told me she feels naked if she doesn't cover her head in church, and she said she does it because the Mother of God always did it. I thought that was lovely. When I thought of it, I never saw an image of the Theotokos without her head veiled. She was the Tabernacle, carrying God Himself. The Tabernacle is always veiled. There are many historical reasons behind veiling, but I just follow my heart, and the Holy Spirit.
So, I wore an assortment of wraps to church, and when I started going to Ken's mom's church I wore a lace mantilla. Very old school Catholic. Mind you, nobody else did it, but that isn't the point, now is it?
My obsession this week has been this blessing of our marriage coming up. I wanted to get another mantilla, but I couldn't afford it, so I got thee hence to Walmart, with the idea that this not-so-crafty chica would make her own.
Um hm. Let that sink in.
I tried, y'all.
Before we get to the picchas, I'll say this: for a person so into the pious act of using a chapel veil, my dress is totally hoochie. I mean, it has no shoulders! Padre Pio would have tossed me right out of the church and told me to go home and put some clothes on, and come back into God's house correct! But it's so satiny and soft and pretty (sexy) and, come on. A sistah looks good a little bit hoochie every now and then. I'm not getting any younger. This is probably going to be my last hoochie adventure. Yeah, I'll look like a whore in church, but only once. And I'm going to have the Sacrament of Reconciliation right after, so trust me, I'll do business with God about the whole thing.
Now, I don't want to go in the house of God, hoochie or not, all naked like. I will cover my shoulders. I decided to cover them with the mantilla. This meant I'd have to make a big honkin' mantilla. So, without further ado.
Now that's a big mantilla, lovies. It's white, but once I got the dress I saw that it's (the dress, that is) actually a cream color. I don't love the way this stiff lace drapes, so even though I put a lot of effort into adding the trim--lace with little pearls--I'm not crazy about the look. I also think it makes me look too much like a new bride, but um, not really. You know what I mean?
This one is smaller, but I'm feeling kinda nekkid. Despite the fact that I purchased this stank dress I want my shoulders more covered. And it doesn't look like a bolero jacket is going to happen. That's way too much lace for a sistah anyway. So, whatever is on my head is going to have to serve dual purposes.
Do you think this one is okay? I made it after the dress arrived and after I saw how big the first mantilla was. I dyed this one with tea bags to give it an "antiqued" color and it's a really pretty shade. I can add trim, a larger lace than on the first one, so it'll give me a little more coverage. But...
I know. It's black. But honestly, my shoes are black. I'm wearing those hooker heels I told you about that I wore to the Christy Awards last year. I mean, they're my best pair of dress shoes, and I don't think I've worn them since the Christys. And they look fabulous. I mean, really, really good. Plus I wanted to wear something else black with those shoes. Ken's wearing some cool black designer jeans and a crisp white shirt, his silver cuff links and a black, white, and cream colored tie. Then, of course, I got all weirded out about whether or not I could wear a black mantilla on Easter. I wasn't weirded out by a hoochie dress or hooker heels, and that just goes to show you how deeply I need prayer.
This is a very delicate Chantilly lace with scalloped edges. I don't think I have to do a thing to it. And I like the contrast. But it's very sheer.
Now, tell me. What do you think?
Completely obsessed, but happy, happy, happy,