Well the lead up to my wedding back in 1983, bear with me, it was almost 30 years ago and some things you just never forget like that particular long weekend in October. Which gave us the worst weather since the 1920’s, an omen perhaps.
Do you get that it’s been 30 years this month? Brilliant to last this long, we are not alone as most of our friends have lasted along with us.
I know it’s our wedding, some support excitement approval acknowledgement would have been nice. But you would have to know my mother, the power that she wields like a bloody big carving knife, over you your entire life, then one day you crack, you are brave enough to tell her to rack of, not of course in those exact words, I am much to polite to behave like that, didn’t say I wouldn’t write about it though. It’s called pay back and healing rolled into one. Maybe considered by some as inappropriate so I apologise, so stop reading.
I can’t honestly remember how we got to:
- Decide on a date
- Find a venue
- Sort the menu
- Organise a justice of the peace
- Select the Bridal music
- Write our vows
- Pink one
- Baby blue one
- Peach one
- White one
I so remember Michaels sisters gasp as I entered the room, the room was silent except for her comment, I heard her say ‘she’s wearing black’ (surely this isn’t a first, maybe it was for her bless ) I did my best not to laugh out loud, that memory stays with me clear as day.
The dress which I still have today, ( and have worn since to a murder mystery party ) is made from French lace, with a sheer fabric covered in dots.
|The photography in those days was dreadful
I feel I should get married again to the same man of course
So I can have fabulous photos somewhere, anywhere really.
|The hair, did I have this style before Farrah Fawcett?
Don’t you just love the cacky brown background.
That’s another story to be told.
To be continued………