First, I managed to convince our hairdressers to open on a Sunday just for us. That was really, really nice of them, I mean, how do you get a 5 year old to sleep in a fancy coiffe? Well, while they're doing Talia's hair, it seems that our uninvited guests had returned. Luckily, they didn't freak. They told me that they treat everything they use anyway...
It was too late to do anything about it. The wedding was at 2pm. Forever, I'll look at the photos and know that there were lice in their hair!!!
Davina did kind of freak at the synagogue. There were a lot of people but she ended up being very good at the end of it, albeit, didn't stay in one place. I sat up in the front so that she could run to me. Strangely, they had them sit in front like this the whole time;
They actually threw the flowers at the end;
The girls enjoyed looking at the horse-drawn carriage Celine had to go to the reception.
We had the luxury of booking rooms at the hotel where the reception was held. Keen to not repeat our mistake in Switzerland, we booked a babysitter from 9pm onwards. We needed her, especially as the girls kind of melted once they had eaten.
I'm kind of bummed that I didn't get any pictures of me with the kids or even one with the girls and the bride.
There was a whole story about the dress I wore. Unfortunately, this is the only picture I have and my camera wasn't cooperating for Daniel's nephew. I'm sure there are other photos somewhere.
I saw the dress in a bridal shop and loved it. Daniel and I had tried to shop together for one and nearly had a marital breakdown because of the experience. I put one on and absolutely loved it. I called Daniel and told him he had to see it, but in shock in hearing my enthusiasm for anything in a store (I am not a big shopper) he simply told me, if I loved it that much to buy it.
I tried it on once I had the hem done and he was in shock. This was more the idea...
I did discuss with the saleslady that this was for a big event. They note these things down and she said that they had sold another one but the woman lived in Paris and had taken it back with her. They had also sold another dress for the same wedding but an entirely different design and color. She warned me that they do change their collection a lot, partially so that the risk of seeing the dress on someone else was reduced. They send out one lot, sell it and perhaps it's replaced in different colors, etc.
Well, I was all happy, dressed up in the hotel room with my new dress and I came down to reception. Right at the door, I see The Dress on another woman. I was a little bummed but she was much shorter and older. I smiled and complimented her dress and moved on.
Turn out, it was the mother of the groom! She totally freaked and ran upstairs to change.
My gynacologist, who is a friend of the bride's father sees me. "Ah Sharon, you haven't been here five minutes and already...La Scandale!"
I actually felt badly for her. I mean, 20 years from now, I'll be in two or three photos. She'll be in 20, looking at the dress she did not intend to wear to her own son's wedding.
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