1. My daughter Grace is going to be married in May, and her little sister Helen will be the flower girl. I recently browsed the flower girl dresses at the local bridal wear shop, looking for something pretty – “in white, with wisteria trim,” said Grace – for Helen to wear. The selection was fantastic, the dresses gorgeous, and the prices well beyond my reach. So this past week, when a juicy coupon arrived in the mail, I headed over to J. C. Penney, hoping to redeem the coupon on a dress for Helen. I found a lovely little number among the First Communion frocks. The dress will need a bit of embellishment to transform it into a flower girl dress. I’m envisioning some narrow wisteria-colored ribbons trailing from the waist to the skirt, which will be sprinkled with tiny matching rosebuds. Now, here’s where the success part comes in: The dress was discounted 30%, and my coupon got me an additional 20% off! That’s a lot of confetti.
2. Our wide, sloping driveway had for days been coated with a thick layer of ice. Making one’s way from house to car – and back again – was a daunting mission to all except my son Dominic, who is an adroit ice skater and all-around dexterous kid. Me, I’m not adroit. I’m not dexterous. I’m a sensible woman who would like to minimize risk to her middle-aged body parts. So I pressed Dominic into service as my driveway escort. In classic Boy Scout fashion, Dominic helped me to and from the car without complaining. But he did laugh. A lot. At me. And last Thursday, after a protracted shuffle to the car, Dominic cheerfully told me that I had distinguished myself to such a degree that I had earned superhero status. I was no longer plain old “Mom,” he said. Instead, I was…Pathetic Lady!
Is that an accomplishment, or what?
3. In Small Success, Volume 18, I wrote about the incredible deal I got on a room reservation for a landmark bed and breakfast. This week’s success is that, after a couple of postponements due to bad weather and other stuff, my husband and I finally got there. And, boy, was it worth the wait! Our room had antique furnishings and big picture windows overlooking historic Bethlehem. The color scheme was rose and green. The goldleaf ceiling was my favorite part of the room. It was a nearly perfect evening. I could have improved upon its success, though, by leaving my cell phone at home. Had I done so, I wouldn’t have received the six (yes, six) calls that I did, most of them involving questions about such things as dessert serving sizes (“Shouldn’t the bigger kids get bigger pieces?” As if we hadn’t covered this a million times before) and which age group got to watch its movie on the real live TV, instead of the computer screen. (“Our movie is live-action, and their movie is animated, and animation looks better on smaller screens.” Uh huh, right.) But I can’t complain: our night out was still a resounding success!