A quick post today...I picked up my outfit. Yeesssss! I destemmed the mulberries and put them in the freezer (and ended up with stained fingers and nails, the nails I'm carefully cultivating to be shaped and polished for The Day). I've booked my hair appointment. Guests fly in tonight, so it's trips to the airport. Today, I'm cleaning...floors, windows, cupboards...you name it, nothing's safe.
Work? Bugger work, I've got too many more important things to do than earn money.
Tomorrow, it's up at sparrow fart, around to my daughter's to do the last minute tweaking of things, putting up decorations, putting up tables (I knew the influx of rellies would be handy). Tomorrow night...no hen's night or buck's party as such, just family and close friends and a few quiet drinks with a communal take out meal of some kind...and relax before The Day.
The wedding is at four o'clock and guess what? A storm is predicted, however we say they never get it right...let's hope not for Saturday. Years ago we could set our watches by the four o'clock summer storms...they never failed us. But that was before the weather went weird, although the storm we had last Saturday arrived at four...well, at our place it did. It may have been earlier or later elsewhere.
So, it's the day after tomorrow...in the Southern Hemisphere at least...so far, all is bubbling along nicely but there may be a minor crisis or two. There usually is, but they usually get resolved too. As I locked my keys in the car yesterday, that precludes me doing it on Saturday...hopefully.
Saturday morning will be putting up the last of the decorations, setting tables and decorating them with candles and little glittery wedding sprinkles, etc. One o'clock hair appointment, get into my finery, put the makeup on (it actually does make a difference...for the better, too) and make it to the venue by about 3.30.
Then...after the ceremony and reception...it will be time to party! I'll tell you all about it...however, I'm not promising anything for Sunday. Apparently, we're all going out for Sunday Brunch...and then I'm going to need to collapse in a heap.