“TO THE SEA…TO THE SAILORS OF OLD…TO THE SEA!
It always has been intended that a proper christening and the accompanying ceremony ensures good fortune to the lady and her crew throughout the life of the vessel.
Please join us for the (virtual) christening of our New Haven rowing dory. Champagne and hors d’ouvres will be served.
My tugboat man spent his six weeks home (between surf sessions) restoring a neglected and dilapidated vessel who just needed a little love to sparkle and shine.
(Don’t we all…)
This New Haven rowing dory benefited from a much needed facelift. He sanded and sanded and sanded every day, patched holes, went to Home Depot–alone, thank goodness–and constructed new railings (or whatever they’re called.) And varnished.
Why yellow? Hubs chose the color because it’s one of his favorites (it’s our kitchen color, too) and because he says it’s an appropriate choice for this type of boat. He saved the best part for me; declaring that every girl should have a boat named after her…
What’s her name? Here’s a hint…
The makeover is complete…THE FINAL REVEAL!
We took her out for a splash–a sea trial–in the lagoon that’s about three blocks from our house. I won’t even try to pretend that I did any rowing, but I did pack a nice lunch. He insisted that I remove the little mermaid (look closely and you’ll see that she’s wearing pearls, too) but if I find a really cool figurehead in an antique shop, he’ll mount it on the prow.
(I’m laughing–I said mount–I’m really never gonna grow up!)
Here I am in an appropriately nautical outfit: Joe’s skinny jeans, striped shirt from Banana Republic, and a cashmere/silk sweater from Barney’s. I took off my Captain mandated life vest for the pic. Check out my nautical Hello Kitty hat and the string of pearls. I’ll be the first to say it–hair’s gone a bit frizzy, oh well, everything can’t be perfect all the time. I used a new conditioner from Chi–one I won’t be using again, that’s for sure. Ignore the hair, those are Chanel sunglasses, beeyotches!
Our lagoon and a very weird sky…
My wonderful captain rowed us to a secluded beach for our romantic picnic. I’ll NEVER tell where it is!
The seagull who ran off with part of our lunch.
My hero! He didn’t dress for the part like I did, but then, he did all the work, and I just had to sit there and look pretty.
A white egret in the marsh
At sundown we invited our neighbors over for a christening party.
I found Princesa champagne! Very appropriate, no?
Hi, wish you all could have joined us!
We read this as everyone gathered around (and yes, I made everyone follow the script, raise their glasses, and toast ME!)
“For thousands of years, we have gone to sea. We have crafted vessels to carry us and we have called them by name. These ships will nurture and care for us through perilous seas, and so we affectionately call them “she.” To them we toast, and ask to celebrate Princess Rosebud.” “TO THE SAILORS OF OLD…TO PRINCESS ROSEBUD!”
Everybody takes a sip.
“The moods of the sea are many, from tranquil to violent. We ask that this vessel be given the strength to carry on. She is strong and will keep out the pressures of the sea.” Again the glasses are raised, and the assemblage shouts, “TO THE SEA…TO THE SAILORS OF OLD…TO THE SEA!”
Everybody takes another sip.
“Today we come to name this lady, Princess Rosebud, and send her to sea to be cared for, and to care for her family. We ask the sailors of old and the mood of the sea to accept Princess Rosebud as her name, to help her through her passages, and allow her to return with her crew safely. ” Again with the raising of the glasses, “TO THE SEA…TO THE SAILORS BEFORE US…TO PRINCESS ROSEBUD!”
A last, long sip by all.
Finally, we sprinkled a few drops of champagne over the bow to appease King Neptune, and laid a branch of green leaves on the deck to ensure safe returns.
And thus ends another day in the life of Princess Rosebud.