The wedding

Wedding cake

The wedding

September 3, 2017
This dishevelled little owl went to a wedding where she was ever-so-briefly (a little) less rumpledy. She wore a blue dress (instead of blue jeans) and Going-Out-Shoes-That-Hurt-Her-Feet (instead of her dance slippers.) She carried a Special Occasion handbag and surprised her feathers by arranging them just so. She (almost) cried for happiness during the vows and then (almost) cried again during the wedding couple's first dance. She drank More Champagne Than Was Strictly Necessary and when her Going Out Shoes hurt her feet more than she could manage she kicked them off, put on the dance slippers she had brought with her and put her (now dishevelled) feet under the table (so no one would see). Long after the speeches were done, the little owl stood quietly and flew softly to The-Magic-Dance-Studio-on-Boundary-Street where a Brazilian magician invited her to dance zouk and and helped her into steps and complexities and the most delightful dance she had ever danced. (Ever.) When the dance was done she sat herself on one of the studio chairs and thought about it. She looked down at her (rumpledy) dance slippers and they looked back at her. "You see?" they said (after a time). "Yes. I do," she said (at last).