Pink was the favorite color of the Grandmother of the Groom. She loved pink. The Daughter of the Grandmother of the Groom never ever liked pink. Never. Never Ever. Pink Frilly-girly is not a color that a certain red-haired cowgirl of the 50’s, 60’s, 90’s nor 2000’s like.
Here is the grandmother of the groom’s wedding ring gift to his fiancé. The ring has assumed a new life of happiness. The ring was never tested to see if it would fit the happy and surprised fiancé. The ring fit! And more ring!
Wedding date set and MOG (Mother of the Groom) wandered into a clothing store to find her wedding outfit. Wedding is outdoors in a park, so the dress is casual dressy. MOG ended up buying pink and cream wedding clothes. What!? How did that happen?
In the ensuing weeks. MOG attended a casual dressy event with best friend Hope. I hate to publish this picturfor the world to see. 
Just look at Hope’s pink classy infinity scarf. I did let Hope wear her scarf at the event, but it is now part of the MOG wedding attire. It did not go home with Hope. Pinkie went home with me. Pinkie is eargerly awaiting the wedding!
It is sunny and hot in California at the wedding location. Now is the time to find big brimmed wedding hat to go with the pink theme. I toured Walmart, The Dollar Store and several thrift stores. I did find small brimmed pink hats, but my dream hat was yet to be found. A plea to horse friends resulted in the ultimate of pink big-brimmed Derby hat!
We will follow the Pink MOG Hat journey. This is part one!
Here is Pink MOG Hat adorning the car dashboard on first step of the Weddimg Journey. “The Pink” is on loan from Amber Wilson. Amber is anxious to follow her hat’s role in the Wedding Journey.
Pink. Why Pink? I didn’t feel pressured to buy pink, it was perfect fabric and fit. Normally, I would have hated it. Pink. Suddenly, I like the color pink.
Ring, the ring fit. The ring fit the bride to be. How did that happen so perfectly?
The Grandmother of the Groom, located in heaven, is ivery nvolved in this wedding. That is the only explanation.
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SHOPPING WITH MOG
MOG shopping today for pink. I visited 3 thrift stores and a new shoes store today. Evidentially, once you go pink, you need pink stuff.
In the unstylish thrift store, scored a pink casual Beatles hat to wear during non-wedding ceremony times.
I was in the young people thrift store with pink neon plastic sandals to try on. I’m certain everyone thought I was 25. I was wearing my 25 year old T shirt, my baggy old jeans and my black muddy/manure usher shoes. Of course no one at that store recognizes manure. Can you imagine the spectacle? Sandals hurt my toes, so they were rejected.
My toes have not been exposed to the public eye since moving to the country in mid 90’s. Even if the sandals would have been comfy, I just couldn’t do it. Naked toes. Shudder
The clothes are for young people style, but they have purses and shoes that fit an older person’s eclectic taste.
I ended up having to buy new shoes. Gasp. They were not real shoes and they do have shiny pink parts.
Scored a pink bag at fashionable thrift store.
Sent Pinkie and Pink-MOG Hat via UPS TO Hollywood. Amber, your hat is in-route to Hollywood! Hope, Pinkie is going to Hollywood! They both have The Golden Ticket!
I am exhausted! But accident on bridge outside my town rerouted me to the Wine Stop. Errands finished for today!