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I received a challenge via e-mail this morning from The Friend in Texas.

It reminded me of our challenges of long (long) ago when the skanky bartender at a certain smoky watering hole didn't have the sense to cut us off, but instead offered up trays full of Duck Farts. (I know - so classy, right?)

"If you will, I will".


Us girls could hold our liquor. (Something every mother loves hear) It's the guys who had trouble and more than one night was spent ferrying The Guy Who Always Fell Off The Curb, The Weepy Guy Who Was Secretly Gay, and The Guy Who Spontaneously Stripped, all around town singing John Denver songs.

Ahhh good times.

Anyway.

The Friend in Texas sent the challenge that I should use Tuesday's "Word of the Day" which is : Foofaraw.

According to Webster:

foofaraw \FOO-fuh-raw\, noun:
1. Excessive or flashy ornamentation or decoration.
2. A fuss over a matter of little importance.

That's easy.

I posted a while back about my cousin who duped me into doing the food for her wedding. I am also, as life would have it, her Matron of Honor.

Since day 1 of this wedding I, I have lost count of how many times I have heard the words, "Simple garden wedding..." The Husband also has a part in the wedding and it was left to my decision as to what we would both be wearing as, "it's just a simple, very casual garden wedding. I want it to be relaxing and fun and understated."

So I am thinking - fabulous - we will wear linen. Linen is a casual, yet classic fabric. Perfect for the afternoon "simple garden wedding". Right?

So cut to last night when The Cousin decides to model her wedding attire to get my honest opinion.

I had in my head that she would be wearing a simple tea-length dress, or something of that nature.

Well, apparently when she said, "simple garden wedding", she meant the gardens just outside Buckingham Palace. Becuase she stepped out onto the patio and when I caught a glimpse of her, I had to squint from the sparkle of all the Bling.

She looked like Queen Freaking Elizabeth on coronation day.

I took an inventory of all the regalia and I counted no less than 4 strands of pearls; a cocktail ring, 2 sets of diamond and pearl earrings, a multi strand pearl bracelet, a broach clip, 2 pearl and diamond hair pins and - a diamond and pearl tiara.

A diamond and pearl tiara.


And that doesn't even touch the surface of the layers of lace.

Talk about foofaraw.

"So what do you think?"

"Well, I thought this was a simple garden wedding?"

"Oh it is - But I wanted to add some pretty things."

"Ok. Um. Well, you do remember that The Husband and I are wearing linen, right?"

"Yes, and I told you that would be perfect."

"But - there's so much sparkle - and ...."

"Isn't it fabulous?? We just found the tiara and it was 70% off!! SUCH a steal."

"That is a steal all right... but don't you think maybe it's contradictory to what you originally wanted?"

"Don't you think I am beautiful?"

"Oh, yes. Of course you are, that's not what I meant...I"

"Fabulous! I knew you would love it!"

I suppose I should not get into a foofaraw over all the foofaraw.

But - sheesh.

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Posted by Foodwhore at August 17, 2004 02:07 PM