Life and other things

Weddings and things…

  We set off at lunch time on Good Friday to see our daughter and for final preparations of the wedding. The motorway was busy and then the rain came down.Torrents of water, making the car wipers almost seem breathless with the effort. Though the incoming traffic towards the south west was far greater than the outgoing one, but the rain meant that we all were sticking to the speed limit and behaving ourselves.

By the time we got to Manchester,the rain has stopped and the city was lit by a late and timid sunshine. Our daughter has booked a table for all of us at a nice restaurant, and all of us enjoyed some very decent Italian food and some good wines.It was nice to see her, after almost two months.
weddings in India are something which the elders and the parents arrange.In my opinion it is an occasion,when parents live their dreams through their children.A wedding is also an occasion in the Asian culture, for the parents and family to impress the community,something which should be talked about for years to come.

i wanted this wedding to be what the bride and the groom wanted it to be.Besides,the would be bride is highly organised and a determined lady. She has kept me involved in everything,We have seen everything before it has been finalised, but the choice has been theirs.

The wedding dress has been her choice, after we both have been to various designers and shops. This has the vow factor in abundance. And it was being made for her by the designer herself.

The next day was the final fitting. The day dawned with brilliant sunshine.We the parents, set off with the bride and the brides maids. With the bride clutching my hand and whispering that she was nervous! What if it doesn’t fit,she said.Or if it doesnt look that nice! I was glad to be the reassuring mother. A gentle hug and a sloppy kiss  restored the confidence. It is surprising how we can remain children with our parents, however grown up or accomplished we might be.

The dress shop was in a rather posh area. The appointment was for ten thirty and we arrived at around ten fifteen. The shop lady was very welcoming. The shop was beautiful inside.Plush carpet and very ornate furniture. A huge rail, full of bridal dresses. All hanging on this rail,stiff and ready,as nervous as their wearers probably will be.
We were offered Champaign, while we waited, to steady our nerves, we were told! Or to cover up the absence of the seamstress,who has not arrived and it was nearly Eleven in the morning.
Have more Champaign, the owner said,as she frantically tried to locate the lady who was due to do the fitting. By now we were past caring, joking and laughing among ourselves. I have known the brides maids, since they were at university with my daughter,and it was enjoyable to catch up with them.
At last the lady arrived. A rather harassed looking woman, with what I thought, with too much eye liner and mascara, or was the bubbly playing tricks with my eyes?
The would be bride was taken inside, and after a while we were invited in the fitting rooms.Am of course biased, but she she looked absolutely stunning. Tall and slim with golden skin and waist length dark hair. The dress is ivory silk. A very fitted bodice,embroidered with pearls and tiny crystals,and cris crossed with french lace. A very full skirt with a long train, and a little bolero top in the same french lace to cover her shoulders.A tiara in the same design as the embroidery and with the same stones and pearls. She just took my breath away. I stood there with tears rushing down my face. Just praying that may she remain as happy and radiant for the rest of her life.
It was back to a nice pub for lunch and then the afternoon was spent fitting the groom and the bride`s father for their morning suits,
So in the evening when we all went out for dinner, we were tired but happy and satisfied, and I was grateful for having such a wonderful day.
I have been invited by the girls for the next day after the hen night! We all are going to go out for lunch and a walk etc, am looking forward to it, before the great day.

Am so looking forward to it, but am terrified that I will walk down before the bride in the Church. Ouch am really nervous! But though this wedding is nothing like what I have grown up with, am so looking forward to it, and just hoping I will not pass out with happiness!

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