Last night we are went to the IXL Long Bar down at the waterfront for a drink with friends who were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary:
I was their matron of honour. At the last minute I dug out the pink frock I wore same time ten years ago......and decided to wear it as a surprise:
Yes, I wore this out in public on a Saturday night:
You can't tell but I strategically had a whole other outfit on underneath. So after the hysterical laughter and incredulity wore off I channelled Abba and whipped off the skirt and top to reveal bar going attire..........and stowed the folded bridesmaid kit in my handbag:
When we celebrated our own tenth wedding anniversary, a few years ago, we threw a party. This was the photo on the invite:
Our balcony kiss.....on the veranda of my parent's house in Launceston. No palace for me...even though I too, met my future husband in a pub.
We made our guests dress up in what they had worn to their own wedding. Funnily enough, one couple didn't. She chose to sport a black dress. Six months later she left him. The warning signs had been there. My wedding frock was an ivory silk Mariana Hardwick number that I had chosen in Melbourne two weeks before I traipsed down the aisle. Yes, I know that I left it to the last minute.....people were starting to get twitchy. It wasn't through want of trying, my mum had made it her mission to make me try on every single wedding dress in Tasmania.
Back to the party. We had the chaplain from our son's school renew our vows. It was a secret. We introduced him and his wife to everyone as they arrived and after a few drinks he tapped his glass, pulled out his dog collar and performed the ceremony......while everybody giggled uncontrollably. I gave my dress a second outing yet left off the veil and accessorised with a pretend fur wrap:
Then we went for a romantic second honeymoon to the uber cool Karma Kandara in Bali:
With our three children.
R
PS I've linked this post to the Post of the Month Club over on Life at Planet Baby.....thanks Jane!
