Pat, for mlmm wordle #173, has assigned the usual and expect list of decadent, delicious, devilish words to play with. (My brain is feverishly cold-addled; as a boon, I indulged in a sweet memory and a small slice of plain New York style cheesecake):

Something borrowed . . . ecru lace gloves that once graced the blue-veined hands of my great-grandmother “borrowed” from my sister’s lavender-sacheted drawer. Something blue . . .  my seraphic petticoats, with rows of tiny embroidered flowers: blue bells, anemones, asters, rising to the heavens on vines of verdant green.

I never thought I would be a supplicant to the marriage altar. Yet here I stood this chill November morn outside the small dilapidated St. Winifred of the Meadowlark Chapel. About to make the sort of disastrous match Mother was alarmed about: “Young girls squandering themselves for love. How selfish your generation has become.”

Jabez did not lack polish nor wit and intelligence. But as a member of the performing dramatic arts, not at all suitable as a suitor. Mother need not know how well he could bend and tickle. Or his excellent skill in choosing (impending) baby names. There was no neutrality in my smile as I heard his familiar footfalls approaching.

Definitions: supplicant: person who prays to God or respectfully asks an important person to help them or give them something they want very much; seraphic: characteristic of/or resembling a seraph or seraphim | seraphim is an angelic being, regarding in traditional Christian angelology as belonging to the highest order of the nine fold celestial hierarchy, associated with light, ardor, and purity; petticoats: a woman’s light, loose undergarment hanging from the shoulders or the waist, worn under a skirt or dress; ecru: light beige colour of unbleached linen.

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