Can you believe we have church again in the morning, pigeons?
My most loving wishes for a beautiful day of post-Christmas rest (or semi-rest, I hope!). I feel a wee cold coming on myself (how many people did I kiss and hug on Christmas Eve? HUNDREDS! I need to learn that thing that the priest at midnight Mass did, clasping his hands on his chest and sort of bowing a hello to everyone — except that is SO not me) and am off to take some Emergen-C. Coffee, too. Oh yes, Lord, coffee.
Non-germy virtual kisses to all! How did you services go? Any wardrobe malfunctions? I used two heavy, blingy hair clips to keep my strands off my face and found that the clips were too heavy to stay in well. I wound up having to roll my hair in order to keep them in. Other than that, I avoided moisturizer and for once my make-up didn’t melt before the 7:30 service.
Our services felt like a trip to Blooperville – to us, not to most people, however. I couldn’t believe how stupid I became with the tiny changes from our Sunday morning regular. But I forget all that when it becomes Christmas – when we turn down the lights, light the candles & little bobeche skirts and sing “Silent Night”.
Fashion-wise – I felt moderately successful. I made an old red knit straight dress work with a black belt, a short periwinkle jacket, nice black pumps, and a string of red and white glass beads. Leading the service, I wore my black robe & fab burgundy velvet stole with a few white poinsetta appliques that look like stars. A snap to make, and perfect for Christmas Eve. [A snap for someone with some sewing ability, you mean. Not for me, babe! Got photos? – PB]
I just want to say that I got a little bit of mileage at our Christmas Eve service out of following the example of our illustrious president and giving choir members a dap instead of a hug. But then, a.) I was actually definitively sick and didn’t want to infect them and b.) I ended up getting hugged quite a lot, anyway.
I managed to remember the broken wiseman from the nativity (head freshly glued back on shoulders), my fancy Christmas Eve shoes, my sermon, the prayers of intercession, the fully stocked diaper bag, and the coordinating baby and husband. We were halfway to my country church when I realized I’d forgotten my alb! No time to turn around for it (especially during a winter storm advisory), so I wore one of the robes at church. It was too long (longer than I realized when trying it on), but most folks were too busy admiring the baby to notice when I tripped.
I am the pastor of a two-point parish. The gift I am most excited for this year is the gift of a second alb, so that I will always have a robe that fits at each church! [Love it! Merry Christmas! – PB]
Careful with the germs eh. I’ve been trying to encourage people to merely bump elbos or exchange the lovely no-touch namaste.
Two of my nieces have had the swine flu. Both of them have encouraged me to go get the shot. I am considering it.
I am Lay minister, so do not robe. my wardrobe malfunction was that my lovely, festive Christmas scarf, which i tied loosely around my neck, and the nerves of a different order of worship and about 60 more folks than usual, gave me a great set of hotflashes just before service. thank you God that they didn’t get to the point of face sweat. but what a way to begin the evening!
Carol
I wore a beautiful silver sparkly and grey turtleneck sweater with black wide leg trousers and a long strand of pearls. Very successful until it became clear 1/2 way through my sermon that my fashionably extra long sweater sleeves were not going to stay under the arms of my robe and began inching down until they covered my hands! No easy way to get them back up there – but all friends have claimed they didn’t notice and my co-pastor just laughed… so 🙂
*I* drank my Emergen-C with gin in it!! (AFTER church, of course.) I recommend it – it’s surprisingly good!!