I woke up this morning a bit hoarse. Yesterday I'd was singing, dancing, eating, drinking and talking my little heart out. For I went to a wedding. I popped out on Friday lunchtime to buy a card in Totnes and then I'd realised I'd made a faux pas. The bride in the papercut was wearing a dress. And neither of my friends who were getting married had worn a skirt in living memory. I did some doctoring with a pair of scissors. A bit of tippex was also caused into play to lose a ponytail.
Here are the brides signing the register. Spiky Kay and her new wife Rosie. Their wedding was held in the grounds of a beautiful pub near Weymouth. The setting couldn't have been more glorious.
In the morning before the wedding I lost my retailing virginity when Red Mel and I popped into Claire's Accessories to complete our AbFab look. Nine year olds were fought for those flowery ears! We trained as occupational therapists with Spiky Kay and voweled that we'd do 'over the top pink' if she ever got married. I think that we pulled it off.
Another one of the brides, this time with their very gorgeous sons. They've got one apiece.
Red Mel blowing bubbles at the reception tea party. We had posh little sandwiches, tarts, a cream tea and cake.
Another look at those 'ears'. There's something of a mythical beast about me. They been recycled and are going to the dressing up box of Red Mel's two year old granddaughter.
One of those cheesy cakes that are all the rage these days!
And here's Spiky Kay borrowing my ears!
And don't forget this was a Westcountry wedding. I need lots of energy for dancing. Sustenance at the evening do came in the form of a regional specialty. One of the best pasties that I'd ever tasted!