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Sunday, August 29, 2010
Queen for a day!
What does the mother of the Groom want from his wedding day.
She used to be the woman in his life and now like her husband handed over his daughter to another man, it's her turn to hand over her son to another woman.
She hopes that that other woman will look after him and that he will look after her.
There is an old saying that goes.....
A son is your son 'till he takes him a wife,
but your daughter is your daughter for the rest of your life.
My son has always refuted the truth of this and is determined to prove it untrue.
We shall see!
He is getting a good woman for a wife...and she a good man...but then I am biased.
So what do I want on his wedding day?
I want him to be proud to say...
that's my mum!
even tho' I know he will only have eyes for her.
I bought my outfit a year ago as I hate to be hassled at the last minute by shop assistants and time.
But like another mother of the groom reported.....I tried it all on...and changed my mind.
well it was just too ordinary.....and potentially too hot for the summer wedding I was hoping for.
I wanted a bit of drama!
How many chances in life are there for this,
And so I bought another outfit and accessories......in midnight blue....
to change my mind again.
I tried on Greek Goddess in my favourite turquoise covered in beads, which was divine, but a bit too OTT....
and finally fell in love with a similar style magenta silk maxi dress.....
more Celtic Princess!
and I love it.
By the time I had been through the pampering of hair an make up...I hardly recognised my self.
Believe me I will never look this good again!!!
So here goes with the photos....
The fascinator was gorgeous. The hairdresser told me that she had fixed my hair so that it wouldn't look flattened on one side when I took the fascinator off.
Who said anything about taking it off!!
Full length view.
Looking at these photos I began to wonder....how much have we changed since our own wedding.
Wowee! 43 years ago.
What a simple wedding it was. My mum made my dress...bridesmaid's mums made theirs. No evening do's in those days, we got into our going away outfits and off we went.
But honestly it was just as good.
My new mother in law had chosen the identical outfit to my going away outfit..in a different colour. She was mortified as I hadn't let on. Of all the outfits she could have chosen...I didn't mind at all, great minds think alike.
The photographers were brilliant, a husband and wife team both with cameras taking different shots.
She was so funny, instead of the usual 'say cheese', out popped a puppet to make us laugh. She had a tickling stick.....if all else failed...seen on this photo. Grandbaby was NOT amused....he wasn't amused by much that day! Refused to lay a finger on the ring pillow....poor little mite.
Where we were 2 now we are 7.
The Wedding Breakfast was superb....the tables were all composers...labelled by her mum. We sat at Puccini.
It all looked so pretty. I must be the only person who also photographed the food!
The speeches were the funniest I had ever heard. Tears of laughter rolled down my face. Hearing your son described to perfection by his best man is a once in a lifetime occurrence.
Then we danced until midnight.
Enjoyed every minute.
Gave away 17 lucky horseshoes before I chickened out. The teal and the pink were the favourites, and they wore them on their handbags.
It was worth every double stitch of all the stuff that I (and you) tatted.
It's often said that a wife completes a man.....but in this case he really did need her to complete his collection!
Spot the latest one!