Such fun reading all your comments about nit nurses and warm school milk...boyfriends wearing jackets with a velvet collar...dozens of them all totally brilliant. Just one complaint...I'd have really liked to have seen Knitters wedding photos...she says there weren't any taken...lol.
I wore a white lacy frock with long sleeves and pointy bits over my hands...the skirt was probably about six inches long but I had awful skinny legs then, the thunder thighs came much later...white stiletto heels and a huge straw hat...we stayed in a boarding house at Weston-Super-Mare for the weekend where the landlady made all her 'guests' go out straight after breakfast and my mother-in-law had filled my suitcase with confetti...
Gibbs toothpowder in a flat tin...I saw my little brother spitting in the tin one day...
Reminiscing is very good for the brain apparently...so our lungs might well be knackered but at least our brains still work...
Well...yours might...mine didn't this afternoon when we made our fortnightly visit to Tesco's and quite why we keep going there I haven't the faintest idea, because all we do is grumble about the vastly inflated prices and the seriously grumpy cashiers...I bought a big tin of instant Bisto granules quite forgetting there are already two big tins in the cupboard...walked straight past the sugar...remembered O'Hara's Ginger cake but forgot bread...
The detergent aisle has me sneezing...not funny with nodules jammed in your nostrils...all I wanted was washing up liquid which my dishwasher...Himself...gets through alarmingly quickly...then it was the turn of the toiletries for shampoo and Polygrip...they all manage to reek of chemicals as well...and did you know...this only applies to people without their own teeths...there is a warning on the packet that you should ask medical advice if you're taking a Zinc supplement...
I'd like to have those implants the Hungarians specialise in, but the thought of somebody drilling holes in my gums puts me off...my front teeth were knocked out by Poor Mary when she had a tantrum one day...she was terribly sorry afterwards mind you...bit late when my front teeths were lying on the ward floor in a pool of blood. And I was out cold and Poor Mary was carted off to a sideward to cool down...
Funny how you drift from one subject to another...
Vashti, I'm sure it's been said before, but you really should write a book of all your experiences. You have a knack for painting a picture in words that brings your stories to life. Then the book could be turned into a film. Who would you like to play you?
Incidentally, my wedding dress was borrowed from a friend. It had to be tucked up at the waist as I'm a shortie, but it worked quite well as we then hid the tuck with a sash, pulled tight as I was also slimmer than my friend. It was a gorgeous lacy dress, very expensive, but crinoline style, probably all wrong for someone my height, but looked lovely in the photographs. The joy of borrowing a dress (apart from the saving of course) is that you can give it back and not have to worry about what to do with it. ‘Our’ dress is still stored carefully in my friend’s loft, 45 years later…
I was married in the middle of Africa, just two witnesses that were persuaded to sign their names and spent their time giggling, no guests and no photos...good thing when I remember the outfit.
Just fast forwarded forty odd years.....my long dark straight hair has morphed into grey natural curls...and I have a heated wheat bag clasped to my chest. In a pred high I cut back shrubs in the garden, made three trips to the tip and I have either damaged my intercostals or broken a rib yet again. Can't face an X-ray on a weekend so will wait til Monday.
I hope some more people post their wedding memories....my neighbour says when he signed the register with his first wife there was a clap of thunder overhead.....the marriage didn't last long.
I'm glad there were no pic's of my (one and only) wedding. I was an utter sham. I hated the thing that I was forced to marry (for obvious reasons) and it was all over 3 heel-filled years later and put me off for the rest of my life.
Chose the wrong style dress completely. 5 ft 10 ins and weighed 9 St and looked like rent a tent or should I say marquee. Could have got all the guests under it anyway. Married on a Sat and back to work Mon. Still married 38 years later. 😀 x 🐀 👰
My dress was vaguely Grecian looking. It was not a 'wedding' dress, I bought it in a boutique. Remember when shops suddenly became boutiques ?It was long, fitted at the waist and a little bit swirly when I walked in it. True to my hippy aspirations, I had a wreath of daisy-type flowers ( made for me by the florist) for my hair. It was a low-key wedding and we went to Tenerife on honeymoon. Like boutiques, Tenerife had just arrived on the scene. I didn't think much of it but it was hot and sunny in late November.
So that was my one and only wedding. I bet lots of you on here have had more then one. Am I right ?
After constant "jokes" from my supposed friends the night before, when asked by the Registrar, I took my lady to be my unlawfully wife. Fortunately either the Registrar did not notice or could not be bothered because nothing was said until we got outside. Gales of laughter from our witnesses, 1 photo a kiss and a handshake and our witnesses went back to work in the building next door. We had arranged all to coincide with their lunch break.
Memories, well apart from the polygrip, that's ongoing! Xx
Hope Sunday is being good to you, love your posts, like little mini novels to look forward to, by the way can you hear a vague irritating buzzing noise ? take care xxxx
You keep drifting Vashti as it all makes for very interesting and fascinating reading. Who needs some dull old novel when I have you to catch up with. Far better. Talking of spitting, I used to have a block mascara when much younger and would spit into that to moisten it before rubbing the brush through the spit and then plaster onto my eye lashes. How lovely!
No Polygrip as yet, I leave that to Pete but he also goes through the washing up liquid very quickly. No idea why as we have a dishwasher and a water softener but he is too heavy handed I think. xx
Yes Vashti keep on with your memories, last night after writing about bluebells and my brother in my reply. My mind went back to just after my brother passed away (several years ago). I had been telling my daughter about our little bluebell trip and as a surprise she took me to a blue bell wood for a walk it was a lovely day and now I can remember that beautiful woodland when I think of my brother. Dear oh dear I've gone all maudlin now.
For my first wedding I wore a dress I designed. It was a pale blue shift just on the knee. The sleeves and peter pan collar were chiffon with a pretty flower pattern. On my head a shiny blue straw hat with upturned brim. I held a bunch of carnations in various colours and black stiletto heeled shoes. It lasted 12 years.
Second wedding, I borrowed a magnificent silk gown in peacock blue, it had a big full length skirt and I wore a big layered net petticoat. That lasted 5 years.
Third wedding, I wore a white dress with pleated skirt and tiny navy spots. There was a matching jacket in navy with a motif using the spotted material on the left. No hat. I wore a pink corsage. We have been together 27 years. Our 25th Anniversary was in February this year.
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