Wedding!

Glorious day. Wonderful people. Happy, happy couple.

And from a completely self obsessed point of view:

I have a new dad!! I needed one of them.

So many compliments, I have been called stunning many, many times AND had my/our parenting skills admired. Impeccably behaved gorgeous children.

My mother looked beautiful and radiant; her husband is both very lucky and a wonderful addition to our family.

Sigh. Lovely, lovely.




Yes, I know. But it would feel wrong to post about anything else. Soz.

Self obsession

Disclaimer: the following is a vent of no interest to man nor beast.

It is strange. In a matter of hours, my mother, widow of 19 years, is getting married. To a very nice man who I shall be proud to consider a parent. But still, strange.

I shall be maid of honour. In a dress that I got in a fit of slenderness delusion and in which I look like a jellybaby. An aqua blue mermaid jellybaby. Next to two aqua blue bridesmaids in a non fitted dress apiece that is oh so much more forgiving.

Who designed the dresses? That'd be me.

A trip to the hairdresser today was meant to be a tidy up and have my hair ready for tomorrow. For no apparent reason, copious, copious, vast, choking amounts of hairspray were applied, which fused ever so brilliantly with the rain and wind. So, hair has needed to have been washed (3 times today!) and the length is now apparent. Before the product removal, the volume detracted from the length, now I can see it in all its lacking. This morning I had jaw length hair, which is pretty short. Now I have cheekbone length hair. Which is, erm, really short and not exactly becoming. Way too much face on display.

I shall also be the token sober person at the reception. Damned painkillers.

And so that is out of my system, sorry you got shared at, and now I can concentrate on how wonderful it is, and how wonderful the BRIDE, her whose day it is after all, shall look...

Oh fork

Stuff leads to emotion leads to eye rubbing leads to ohmygodwhatisthis my eye is revving up for a "turn" and I need to be bridesmaid on Saturday. Preferably sans eyepatch.

Breathe.

But. Reliably informed emotion = drama queen so shall repress and get spots instead.

Wedding day

Today I attended a wedding. More of a "wedding" to be exact. This was the nursery wedding, for 3 and 4 year olds. Yes, you did read that correctly. One of the bizarrest things ever, but rather handy for boys who have a real wedding next month.

Some of the children were selected, and dressed up, to be the bride, groom, bridesmaids and best man. Very cute, but verrrrrry weird. And off they trooped, including a very small number of parents, to church. The minister explained all the elements of a wedding, without actually doing any of it, or referring to the God chap who is remaining a mystery for now.

And the photographer showed up and spent twice as long as the "ceremony" took taking photos for the local paper. Just like a real wedding!

For those of you who can, see this week's Fife Free Press for photos.