Friday, July 24, 2009
Some thirteen or so years ago, in the wee small hours, I returned to my south London home, collapsed into a chair and with shining eyes announced to my Pot Noodle-eating flatmate: “I’ve met him.”
So began a long and drawn out affair – just getting the ‘him’ to notice the her. Almost as soon as he had noticed, my visa expired and I was back in Australia. So began an excruciatingly drawn out, long-distance affair (of sorts), until the penny finally dropped and the guy realised he couldn’t live without the girl either. Not that we’d lived together. So began a short and sweet three month affair being ‘fiancées’ (it says so in my passport). This was the get-out clause, before a quick-sticks-or-someone-will-be-kicked-out-of-the-country, wedding.
Weirdly, I discouraged my Aussie friends and family from travelling to London (“we could be divorced in a month!”) and it was only a dear Dutch friend/bridesmaid/matron of honour/flower girl (she hauled over a plane-load of tulips) and my adamant Mum whom I ‘allowed’ to come. Such is my regret.
Mum made my pillar box, London-bus-red wedding dress. It caused some great angst as she sewed into the wee small hours from far, far away and there was much finger crossing for its sizing and its safe arrival. It still hadn’t shown a month after sending, one week before the wedding and the London-based FedEx office was bribed with bottles of wine to encourage them to consider conducting a decent search.
It was only when we were exchanging vows amongst fifty mutual friends and family at the Wandsworth Town Hall, that the Mr and I looked into each other and it was all very clear: we are made for each other.
It was a special day. It’s a special dress.
PS. Check out Pip’s place for a whole week of ‘special stuff’...
PPS. If anyone knows a wedding dress-sewing genius, local to the Melbourne area (my Mum near fainted at the suggestion) can you let me know? A friend is in need. She’s not the type to give her mother in law the fright of her life by turning up in red velvet to marry her son. She’s more the elegant, streamlined, understated kind...