169. She’s getting married…

The hen party was weird. I was the oldest there by a looooooong way.  The wedding, obviously, was different.  I hadn’t been able to find a dress so wore one I’d made a few weeks before.  When I fitted the dress it was pre-breast reduction.  The front was a cross over and gaped due to my boob size.  Post reduction the front fits very well.  Unfortunately the waist didn’t fit because of the weight I’d put back on.  Grrrrrr

 We were quite early at the church. H’s grandmother was there.  H had a very difficult childhood and her Gran was probably the only parental figure she had that loved and supported her through it all. 

I looked gorgeous.  She had on a homemade fascinator that I’d made her along with her new, gold dress that looked amazing against her skin.  I had on my homemade dress and the red hat I’d bought in London at the V&A. 

When the bride came into the church, it brought tears to my eyes.  She looked absolutely beautiful.  To think that she and my little girl were at school together, rebellious and angry.  Part of me wished it was I walking up the aisle.  Not to strike too negative a note, I would really like her to find someone to be with.  Nothing wrong with being single, but if the dreaded C gets me I would really like to think that she had someone to support her through it. 

The wedding was a bit of a mix.  H and the groom looked stunning as did the grooms men.  The bridesmaids were a bit alternative.  They had on short pink dresses and Converse trainers.  Secretly, the bride had on Converse too, tartan ones that matched the groom’s kilt.  Parts of the ceremony were very moving.  I have to admit to being relieved when it was over though.  All that standing still was making me twitchy. 

The reception was OK although I peaked far too soon with the gin and tonics.  The food was good though.  We ate and hung around as long as was polite and then I drove us back to I’s.