My dream wedding would probably be no wedding. If Daz and I were to split up for some reason I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t bother marrying again. And if I could go back in time I wouldn’t even bother getting married to him. I once suggested to him that we could get divorced and have a divorce party then just live together but he couldn’t get his head around the concept.
We had a very small wedding. It was in the nursery of the local garden shop. Daz got really pissed and then when we got home he threw up in the driveway because he was leaning too far out of the car trying to talk to the cat.
And I was heavily drugged. My back seized up that morning and I had to go see the doctor and get him to give me heavy enough painkillers to get me through the day and night. And I had my period. And everyone knows how paranoid you are when you have to wear white when you have your period,
I spent most of our honeymoon at the chiropractor. And our daughter and Daz’s twin sisters came with us on the honeymoon. So it was pretty strange now I think about it.
Probably not everyone’s idea of a dream wedding but it was the one I got and it didn’t cost a fortune and we’re not divorced so I guess it did just fine.
But we did get the most beautiful set of sheets as a present. They were gorgeous, white with pink sort of lace at the top. They lasted for years and years. They were those sheets that always feel nice when you get in them. You get in and rub around on them. Well I used to anyway.
This is a photo I took at Emjay’s son’s wedding, was it last year I guess. I wish I could remember how I gave it that painted look. And I’m fairly certain this bride had her dream wedding. It was wonderful.