Amore ....La Vita et Bella
So the day had come to celebrate the wedding of my cousin ,the Pretty Patissiere and Lucky Leonard ( lucky entirely 
based on the fact that he has joined our amazing family!) . The wedding was taking place in Wicklow, so BMM ( big mamas mama) GASP and I set off at midday, in the knowledge that the Mad One and the Spud Farmer were following behind. The usual pre wedding activities had taken place i.e. exfoliation, shaving, plucking, moisturising, nail painting and tan application. Appointments were booked for hair and make up on the morning and a pretty little vintage hairband with netting purchased. GASP followed his usual pre wedding routine also...he dry cleaned his suit...period !BMM looked gorge in coral, I rocked a black and blush pink dress and GASP looked like Daniel Craig in his black tie attire. I had plans to examine his concealed weapons later in the evening !
Off we went down the N11 where plans to stop for a bite to eat changed when we faced road works and some very lengthy queues....the world and his wife going down south for the summer hols no doubt. We arrived at the cute country church some 20 minutes late ( unheard of for us but later you will find out why)with bladders which were, at this point, tense and full. GASP in true James Bond mode went on a recce mission and found a vestry with an ensuite...hurrah ! Duly unloaded of our burdens we arrived in the church, followed shortly by the Spud Farmer and The Mad One bringing down BMM's car, for whom arriving 30 minutes late is the norm...something about having 5 kids ?
The Mad One , delighted to find she was, for once, on time for a wedding, which had been delayed due to the story I will tell you later, boasted of the fact that they had even stopped for a bite to eat, and that she had consumed a Chicken Tikka and Spinach Panini. GASP and I looked at each other in horror. You see , we were driving the mad two home later that night on what was to be a 2 hour journey and the thoughts of the Mad One's system having consumed curry and spinach meant we were in for an eventful journey, before a drink had even passed her lips. The wedding ceremony was a delight and the bride breathtaking in her bias cut cream satin gown ( dress is not a word to use on this occasion) . I was truly envious as she was wearing a very similar dress to the one I had wanted for my own wedding, until a dress maker friend of mine advised me that only very slim brides could wear bias cut satin...so I would not be having it ! Charming !! The bridesmaids were visions in evening gowns, natural beauties with grace and elegance and the brides only brother looked like he'd stepped off a Hollister catwalk....it was fab ! Of course this level of beauty is in the family genes ...
All BMM'S family were there, the Legal Eagle and the Jockey, Gone to Stud (my Godfather) and the Line Dancer , Fancie Francie and Jim Bob with the Vintage lady. My younger cousins ( I am the eldest on that side of the family) were a collection of gorgeous young men and ladies with equally gorgeous partners and it certainly made me feel my age. The fun and banter started outside the church and continued all evening...sign of a good do !
Having done the Oirish thing of checking mother in, going for a pint and a sandwich on the way to the reception, we arrived with the Honorary Aunt to the reception venue. Downton Abbey eat your heart out. Clonwilliam House is fabulous, elegant and has a view of the Vale of Avoca which would take the eye out of your head. I felt like I was on a movie set, with all these gorgeous men in black tie, glamourous women, sipping champagne from flutes or elderflower cordial through pink straws from miniature milk bottles. The canapes were divine, the weather beautiful, the company great fun. The gravel was challenging for those high heeled guests but the Mad One advised everyone to " spread their legs and dig in" which led to greater stability ahead of it disappearing again as the bubbly went down. The Belgian FOB's ( Father of Bride) speech was gorgeous and brought forward many sighs and aah's, as did that of Lucky Leonard.
Giggling and excited we headed, via candlelit path, through the trees to the reception venue, a fairy lighted white simple room with huge vases of summer flowers adorning white linen clad tables. The wine flowed generously and the buzz in the room was electric. Potted Dublin Bay Prawns were followed by Rask of Wicklow Lamb or Organic Salmon before we consumed the best Vanilla Crème Brulee I have ever eaten. The guests were delighted. The time then came to hit the Dancefloor to the funky sounds of Soul Purpose who were fantastic and we danced like lunatics. The Spud Farmer entered a dance off with an actual choreographer, which formed aprt of the entertainment. GASP and I went out for a spot of air at one stage as the grounds were so beautiful. Due to the excellent Bordeaux inside me, I was keen to rip his bowtie off in the long grass but managed to hold off...just .....
The time came for us to depart just as the rasher rolls arrived...bloody genius ! The Mad One slipped a roll into each of her too high, too tight, too uncomfortable shoes and we toddled off to GASP's jeep for the journey home. Although initially the Mad One behaved, we soon experienced the after effects of the Chicken tikka, spinach, red wine, lamb, rasher roll combination and suffice it to say it was not pretty. We were somewhat concerned when we heard grunts and groans for the Spud Man but apparently the Mad One decided to "change ends" in the back of the car and was exerting great pressure on the Spud Farmer's very full belly leading to numerous expletives. At 2.00am this morning we arrived home after a truly great day.
Now back to the story I promised to tell you. There are mothers, and then there are the mothers who break their arm 2 hours before their daughters wedding and show up at the church in a back slab and sling, their other daughter having removed the arm of their magnificent outfit so as to take the cast. The aged Aunt is such a mother. Yes, she did break her arm, did show up, did look beautiful, did pop off to the hospital between the church and reception and was seen on the dancefloor last night rocking it like a young wan with her broken arm out in front of her like a badge of honour.( Mind you she was most likely high as a kite on Entonox, Valium and Tylex.....) Bravo Aged Aunt...you nailed it. No more love can any woman show for her daughter, than to go through the pain you did and still be there. I salute you. As per my text a few days in advance, whatever happens around a wedding makes for a great story and by golly you have a great story to tell. Bravo and thank you x
Off we went down the N11 where plans to stop for a bite to eat changed when we faced road works and some very lengthy queues....the world and his wife going down south for the summer hols no doubt. We arrived at the cute country church some 20 minutes late ( unheard of for us but later you will find out why)with bladders which were, at this point, tense and full. GASP in true James Bond mode went on a recce mission and found a vestry with an ensuite...hurrah ! Duly unloaded of our burdens we arrived in the church, followed shortly by the Spud Farmer and The Mad One bringing down BMM's car, for whom arriving 30 minutes late is the norm...something about having 5 kids ?
The Mad One , delighted to find she was, for once, on time for a wedding, which had been delayed due to the story I will tell you later, boasted of the fact that they had even stopped for a bite to eat, and that she had consumed a Chicken Tikka and Spinach Panini. GASP and I looked at each other in horror. You see , we were driving the mad two home later that night on what was to be a 2 hour journey and the thoughts of the Mad One's system having consumed curry and spinach meant we were in for an eventful journey, before a drink had even passed her lips. The wedding ceremony was a delight and the bride breathtaking in her bias cut cream satin gown ( dress is not a word to use on this occasion) . I was truly envious as she was wearing a very similar dress to the one I had wanted for my own wedding, until a dress maker friend of mine advised me that only very slim brides could wear bias cut satin...so I would not be having it ! Charming !! The bridesmaids were visions in evening gowns, natural beauties with grace and elegance and the brides only brother looked like he'd stepped off a Hollister catwalk....it was fab ! Of course this level of beauty is in the family genes ...
All BMM'S family were there, the Legal Eagle and the Jockey, Gone to Stud (my Godfather) and the Line Dancer , Fancie Francie and Jim Bob with the Vintage lady. My younger cousins ( I am the eldest on that side of the family) were a collection of gorgeous young men and ladies with equally gorgeous partners and it certainly made me feel my age. The fun and banter started outside the church and continued all evening...sign of a good do !
Having done the Oirish thing of checking mother in, going for a pint and a sandwich on the way to the reception, we arrived with the Honorary Aunt to the reception venue. Downton Abbey eat your heart out. Clonwilliam House is fabulous, elegant and has a view of the Vale of Avoca which would take the eye out of your head. I felt like I was on a movie set, with all these gorgeous men in black tie, glamourous women, sipping champagne from flutes or elderflower cordial through pink straws from miniature milk bottles. The canapes were divine, the weather beautiful, the company great fun. The gravel was challenging for those high heeled guests but the Mad One advised everyone to " spread their legs and dig in" which led to greater stability ahead of it disappearing again as the bubbly went down. The Belgian FOB's ( Father of Bride) speech was gorgeous and brought forward many sighs and aah's, as did that of Lucky Leonard.
Giggling and excited we headed, via candlelit path, through the trees to the reception venue, a fairy lighted white simple room with huge vases of summer flowers adorning white linen clad tables. The wine flowed generously and the buzz in the room was electric. Potted Dublin Bay Prawns were followed by Rask of Wicklow Lamb or Organic Salmon before we consumed the best Vanilla Crème Brulee I have ever eaten. The guests were delighted. The time then came to hit the Dancefloor to the funky sounds of Soul Purpose who were fantastic and we danced like lunatics. The Spud Farmer entered a dance off with an actual choreographer, which formed aprt of the entertainment. GASP and I went out for a spot of air at one stage as the grounds were so beautiful. Due to the excellent Bordeaux inside me, I was keen to rip his bowtie off in the long grass but managed to hold off...just .....
The time came for us to depart just as the rasher rolls arrived...bloody genius ! The Mad One slipped a roll into each of her too high, too tight, too uncomfortable shoes and we toddled off to GASP's jeep for the journey home. Although initially the Mad One behaved, we soon experienced the after effects of the Chicken tikka, spinach, red wine, lamb, rasher roll combination and suffice it to say it was not pretty. We were somewhat concerned when we heard grunts and groans for the Spud Man but apparently the Mad One decided to "change ends" in the back of the car and was exerting great pressure on the Spud Farmer's very full belly leading to numerous expletives. At 2.00am this morning we arrived home after a truly great day.
Now back to the story I promised to tell you. There are mothers, and then there are the mothers who break their arm 2 hours before their daughters wedding and show up at the church in a back slab and sling, their other daughter having removed the arm of their magnificent outfit so as to take the cast. The aged Aunt is such a mother. Yes, she did break her arm, did show up, did look beautiful, did pop off to the hospital between the church and reception and was seen on the dancefloor last night rocking it like a young wan with her broken arm out in front of her like a badge of honour.( Mind you she was most likely high as a kite on Entonox, Valium and Tylex.....) Bravo Aged Aunt...you nailed it. No more love can any woman show for her daughter, than to go through the pain you did and still be there. I salute you. As per my text a few days in advance, whatever happens around a wedding makes for a great story and by golly you have a great story to tell. Bravo and thank you x
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