Sunday 25th Sept
I’ve already mentioned the parents being ‘old’ haven’t I? They’re not really, well 66 and 67, but in the true spirit of oldness they both felt the need to use the loo at half 4 in the morning so I had a ‘lovely’ early start! (Not!) I was, however, relieved to see that it was a lovely day outside.
By about 7, I could fidget no longer so made the parents tea and toast in bed, and jumped in the shower so I could wash and straighten my hair by the time my lovely make up lady arrived.
I’d received instructions from husband-to-be that I should look in his sock drawer (oo-err!) but not until the morning of our wedding day. I dared to have a peek in there and found a beautiful Pandora wedding cake charm. ? I had planned to wear my bridesmaid’s bracelet as my borrowed but knew I had to have my charm bracelet with me, so hatched a plan to take it with me and swap after the ceremony!
I’d asked my MOH, Amy, and her hubby to come over for breakfast – 9-9.30 so I was a ‘teensy’ bit concerned when they hadn’t arrived by 9.45 and that the make-up lady had arrived before them! I was determined to go with the flow though – not worth getting worried about. As it happened, we all sat and had breakfast together and Amy’s hubby has most excellent washing up skills! Ha ha ?
Mmmm croissants!
Our make-up lady, Natasha, had the patience of a saint – bless her! My mum is even more of a fidget pants than me, and needed 4 coats of nail varnish because she wouldn’t sit long enough to let them dry! Again, not wanting to lose the plot, I kept myself occupied by pouring copious cups of tea. After mum, she did my nails and then went on to my face – out came the cement mixer and trowel ;o) Amy’s husband got dispatched to the local Co-op to buy Party Feet and dad trotted off to Sainsbury’s to buy himself some cigars (and, in all probability bought himself some time away from all the oestrogen!) ?
I think this might have been coat 4...
Does anyone else ponytail their fringe to do makeup, or is that just me?!
Somewhere in the chaos, we heard the bing bong of the front door and the flowers were delivered. To be honest, I was so wrapped up in getting ready, they could have given me a cactus to hold and I wouldn’t have noticed! I can say now that everything has sunk in, the florist did a fantastic job (and they were bang on time!)
Natasha then moved on to Amy’s face, while I finished off my hair and struggled to put my contact lenses in (they’re cursed, I’m sure of it) My eyes were running so much, I could swear I was going to walk down the aisle looking like Alice Cooper! Thank goodness for waterproof mascara! I also had the job of hauling myself into my highly undesirable but functional underwear and my shoes ready for lacing up the scaffolding on my dress. Again, Amy and Natasha were brilliant (and patient!) And, again, somewhere in there we had the faffage of having to do up dad’s cravat – fortunately, despite my yawns, husband had taught me step by step instructions on the Saturday ?
I think the closest I came that morning to really losing my rag was at 1pm. Mum was meant to be going off to the venue with our neighbours, but they were running late and so mum stood outside in her finery seemingly unable to manage that situation herself (looking back it was quite funny, but seriously!) Oh well! *shrugs*
