Right, after two weeks I am finally calm and unemotional enough to tell you about my little sister's wedding without giving you endless pages of "IT WAS SOOO LUUUURRRVVVEEELLLYYY!!!" and metaphorically snottering all over the page. Well, almost. It was though, really, really LOVELY! There, I've got it out of my system. Promise.
The wedding itself was held in a church in the surprisingly beautiful Walthamstow Village, and the reception in a hall conveniently located five minutes walk around the corner. It just goes to show that you can find picturesque loveliness for your wedding even if you're in the middle of London.
The pew ends - which I stupidly didn't photograph, too busy juggling bouquet and sodden handkerchief - were made by my clever mother. She hand-made little hessian bags, which she filled with oasis, gyp and ferns, then hung over the pew ends. Simple and beautiful. Bridesmaid's bouquets were made by yours truly; for the whole painful and sweary business see my earlier blog rant.
The bride, my beautiful little sister Eleanor, wore a vintage seventies dress from Ebay. She was supposed to be wearing my mother's wedding dress but it disastrously fell apart in the hands of an evil dry-cleaner; however I'm sure you'll agree that the replacement dress is classically gorgeous. Make up and hair by my beautiful cousin Jackie. Thank heavens she was there, as the rest of us didn't know one end of an eyebrow pencil from the other, and almost fainted at the idea of back-combing!
I have no idea who made Vincent's suit, as he wouldn't tell me on the grounds that men shouldn't talk about clothes.
The hall was decorated, using fresh green apples, gerberas, basketfuls of ivy, and endless energy, by the amazing visionary that is Ange Jacobs. The mouthwatering food and buckets full of booze were supplied and managed by John, Emperor of Southwark and owner of the Royal Oak pub in Tabard street, and his splendid team. And the stunning cake - those roses are made of icing, can you believe it - by my aunt Jane. Her sigh of relief as she finally placed it on the stand after a two hour car journey with two hyperactive children, blew out several candles. I then effectively ruined the beautiful effect by adding my comedy handmade cake toppers, but kind lady that she is, she pretended not to mind.
Favours were a combination of adorable personalised Love Hearts, and slightly crumbly peppermint creams, made by me in a panicky sandstorm of icing sugar.
A fantastic jazz band and wonderful DJ ("Do you want loadsa chat, some chat, or minimal chat?" "No chat please Harry.") set the pace for what was genuinely one of the best parties I've ever been to. Everybody looked wonderful, everybody was happy, and everybody had a great night. What more can you ask from a wedding? My congratulations to my amazing sister Ellie who made it all happen, and to her new husband. To Mr and Mrs Rason.
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