Saturday at Alder Manor

It is just so beautiful at Alder manor, there are no words to describe it. Actually I can try;

You know the scene in the newer Great Expectations (which incedently, if you decide to watch it again it will be a major cringe fest. and then oh god, you remember how Clemente was your "favorite artist" because of this movie and it goes into a shame spiral bigger than the one you had in Urban Outfitters yesterday when you - ok lets just pop this into the first person - I almost bought a floral print crushed velvet dress. everything there is shit, which I knew, and was why I was avoiding it at all costs successfully for years but the bottom line is when you've been shopping deprived {see; bought a farm} and suddenly you find yourself in an UO {{surrounded by pre-teens picking food out of their braces and the [maybe?] stripper buying a feather covered two-piece hot pants jam}} with a credit card in you pocket.. all bets are off. some poor 3rd worlders will have a job thanks to me succumbing to the poly-cotton blended smells-like-teen spirit-pseudo-prom-dress I bought thinking i could use it for my halloween costume (think big ass floral head piece meets ripped black lace with a blood trail) {kidding!} {{not acutally}}). it was with regret that I bought said dress and then returned it only to find 3 other things I "needed." Had a big clemente catalog from the guggenheim show [1999?] sold it for a song during my non-consumer phase [2001] Must have seen the new (then) Great Expectations sometime around then)...where Kip wanders through Ms. Ditmore's (Anne Bancroft) overgrown mansion to find her upstairs in her boudoir sipping a martini?

If you remember those scenes then I don't have to explain my delight at arranging flowers at Alder Manor on Saturday any further...if every wedding could be this delightful to prepare.