Confetti & Tears

Bride's Bouquet and Father of the Bride's buttonhole

A week ago today, my daughter got married.   After all the anticipation of the Big Day, when it came to it, this very special ‘right of passage’ was over almost as soon as it had begun and as near to perfection as anyone could have wished for.  All the right ingredients were there: the lace bolero (we thought of it first), the readings, the speeches, the songbirds, the proper snog at the altar, slightly giggly vows, copious quantities of tears both of laughter and of joy, and the continuous sunshine that radiated warmth and love for the happy couple.  There was nothing to mar the day, no fisticuffs or drunken, disorderly behaviour, though I think there was a considerable amount of verbal wife-swapping going on at one point……and that’s another story.  Catching up with friends and family I had not seen in a decade was like weaving the missing links back into my life.  In fact, it was the happiest and most heartfelt wedding I can remember.  The fact that the day had gone without a hitch is due, in no small measure, to the brilliant magic that the bride and groom had managed to conjure.  To pull off such an occasion with flawless efficiency, style, grace and exquisite attention to detail, is a major achievement and bodes well for their future.  My admiration for them both has increased  considerably.  And now, a week on from the event, there is a frantic exchange of photos flying about as we all sort out our best moments to share.

Now, from the emotional rollercoaster ride in my role as Mother of the Bride, I must put my artist hat back on, trot off to my studio and throw open my doors for the start of Cornwall Open Studios.  It’s a bit chilly today, so wrap up warm.  Everyone is welcome, and I look forward to seeing you if you can make it.