3rd September THE wedding day

I was very churned up and nervous. I finished the speech in the morning and then it was making sure the dress was ready. When I brought it home from the shop it had had two pleats steamed into the lining which appeared through the dress. I wanted it steamed out but I hadn't had time to take it back to the shop. I decided to try doing it myself. Ugh!! I smoothed it but also spilt water and freaked out that I would have a water mark! Face, dress, then the bag I was taking lost its little glitter strip, I didn't need this fussing. A white dress is so vulnerable, especially when I wear it. Jonathan had told me only yesterday that I needed to be at the venue an hour earlier for photos. Just as well I had put the hairdresser back to give me more time if mum happened to be able to make it. The anxiety was ridiculous. These are the times I miss Peter's calming influence. 

I took off to the hairdresser to get spruced up again and then get my face done. The young woman was a statuesque exotic beauty who made me look pretty good for an old duck. Very subtle.

Then it was home and into the dress which had not sustained a water mark(phew) and into my excruciating but gorgeous 9 mm heels! The overall effect was pretty good. 

Peter and Jan had got ready and elected to come with me by our Uber taxi rather than come later. In the end we were running a little late but so was the rest of the wedding party. 

We had our photos taken and were very impressed with the venue, a sort of shabby chic or distressed belle epoch ball room. Everything looked so stylish. 

 It wasn't long before my feet were killing me . I met some of the young ones in the loo and they were complaining of sore feet too. What women do for glamour. We really are silly. Soon the wedding was taking place and Ziggy who had arrived rather grumpy from an afternoon nap was handing out confetti with me. He hung onto Jonathan's leg through the ceremony saying in a loud clear voice when Jonathan was becoming emotional saying his vows,  'Daddy you look funny!' Then Ziggy had to hand over the rings which he did easily but then kept snapping the ring box in such a fashion we thought he would hurt his fingers. He burst into tears, crying loudly when Clare and Jonathan did the newlywed walk down the very short aisle without him.

After that it was all smiles and canapés. At this stage my feet felt like the blood had stopped but I still looked gorgeous. It was with great relief we took our places at the table for the dinner. I still felt nervous and could hardly eat or drink. The food was beautiful.

 Salmon with seaweed impregnated with Tapioca. Yum! The other main was perfectly cooked fillet of beef.

Then it was the speeches and  I was finally able to relax. All went well and everybody spoke with a different angle and with much humour and love. It was the best group of speeches I have heard for some time. I was probably biased but they all spoke to the qualities of both bride and groom and their families.  All speeches were out done by Ziggy announcing he loved his Mummy and his Daddy was weird forever! Then dancing, with the bridal waltz a real boogie to Let's get married by Jagged Edge.  The bride had changed into a short off the shoulder white dress with flowing sleeves and looked equally as  beautiful as in her wedding dress. The party got pretty loose then and I danced the night away , still in my heels! The neon sign said it all. 

 

The next day we met for a post wedding lunch. A little worse for wear but still It was another happy occasion.

We returned home exhausted and needing to pack for returning to Qld and Mum.