Well only three weeks to go and my daughter will be wearing my french doors down the isle. I am saying this because I have saved for months to buy myself a conservatory. Then the daughter comes home and tells me that her and her boyfriend want to get married. Doing the dutiful thing I have spent my conservatory money, no correction here more than one conservatory, on her wedding. Everytime I look at her wonderful wedding dress I see a set of french doors, which I would have by now had placed in my wonderful conservatory along with the furniture and decor of my dreams.
But such is my sacrifice for the day of her dreams. I will sit and enjoy along with the rest of our family and friends this joyous occasion hoping that everyone will be in awe of how wonderful she looks, with her hair and makeup done to perfection, viel in place, tissues at the ready future husband looking dapper, my husband looking proud, my mum in snob mode, and me crying into a tissue as she is wearing my bloody french doors down the isle.
Oh great that's all I'm going to see now when I see her in the evening.
ReplyDeleteIn her defence she'll look better in her dress than a pair of French Doors
love and hugs me xxx