The Wedding Cake and The Scone

The Wedding was lovely. Think country, old fashioned, farmhouse, old quilts, mason jars, wild flowers, straw fans to keep you cool, a walk down a gravel road to an old country church. Then a recption under a picnic pavilion with twinkle lights, Barbecue, ice tea and lemonade. Simple. Sweet. Music straight from either the 70's like Journey, The Allman Brothers, or a little Michael Jackson, Etta James , and then the classic romantic songs that you usally hear in Woody Allen or Meg Ryan films.

Cake: There was a chocolate grooms cake and bride cake and cupcakes. My husband was having a mood (he's moodier than a teenager sometimes but he was having issues that day). Cake wise, I was on my own. I had a very small piece of the bride/ chocolate cake which was the equal of 1 piece. But I had my cake and enjoyed it too. Done.




What happened earlier in the day and then this morning was just ironic. I've been having apparently the luck asnd good fortune of having my hair cut / colored by my sister for the last several years. The thing about that is I have to drive several hours to Alabama and we visit for the weekend. I've just not wanted to take a weekend trip and it hasn't worked out for us, so I was overdue. My hair was thick and long and dry and tri-toned grayish, brownish, copperish. And, I had a weddding to go to.

So I ventured from the suburbs and went to an old hairdresser from my past in the cooler intown part of Atlanta to get my hair cut and colored. I enjoyed the chatter. I should have realized when I saw the updated salon and the Bumble and Bumble / Aveda hair products that prices have gone up. Sticker shock! I'm still stuttering. It'll be Alabama trips from now on. Even with gas prices it will be cheaper.

While in hip/ cool Atlanta, I stopped by a little coffee shop near the hairdresser for an iced coffee and bought one cranberry oatmeal scone. I'm sort of a scone obsessed person. That's all I'm saying. Therefore it is a rare occasion to be near a place that has real scones plus to actully buy one. It's better for me to remain in a scone -free state of mind. I had a nibble with the coffee, but took it home.

I had to rush home to get ready for the wedding and put the bag on the dining room table. The scone was in a brown bag with the opening folded over and was within the bag of the expensive Aveda hair product I felt I just had to buy. Sucker. When I got home after the wedding, I noticed the bigger bag was on the floor. ooops. I couldn't find the scone bag. This morning I found what remained of that bag--with a big ol' hole in the bag where my food-obsessed dog obviously ate it. Scone-free zone still.