The whole realisation that I am now married finally hit me this morning (yes, some 6 days after the actual wedding - told you I am slow!) when Chris rang me from the garage to say he had left his fruit at the entrance of the flat. I ran outside in my sarong and teeshirt (my version of pyjamas) to meet him at his car with the fruit. Now why did I do that? Pre-wedding I'd probably have told him, "Tough, go without!". [sigh] Is this a sign of things to come? Perhaps it isn't all bad. In this arrangement, I have acquired a driver. Chris now picks me up at uni as I take the train in. That means I can stop off at Basement Books before class! Woohoo!Thanks!
Thank you for all the well wishes. The wedding went very well. I don't think I could have asked for more.
The location was gorgeous. We caught some sun just before it went over the horizon.
We had some photos taken down on the pier near the restaurant. It must have been a popular day for weddings as we saw at least three other wedding parties taking photos at the same time. There was one other wedding at the restaurant and they had the garden before we did.
The ceremony went without a hitch. Chris reckons I said, "In sickness and in help" instead of "..in health". I swear I didn't! I like that he has vowed to share with me in plenty and in want. I tried reminding him of that when there was one mini magnum left in the freezer - he said,"There's plenty, and I want!" - in case you're wondering, yes, he did share it with me.
My aunt surprised me with some flowers...
And that was the start of a few surprises for the night.
All the guests were very generous with their gifts. Even the pastor who conducted the wedding ceremony, and her husband brought us a gift. We are so touched by all the wonderful gifts we received - all practical useful stuff!
Midway through the meal, just before dessert was served, Jose, one of the men running the restaurant (we haven't worked out his role yet) informed us that someone had dropped off a cake for us. There was no tag on it, but there was a post-it note with Chris' and my names on it. We didn't know who had sent it. After that he told us that the flowers in the room (which we initially thought were from the restaurant) were from the same person. Hmm.. There was also no tag on the flowers! It wasn't till later when we realised the blue bag on the presents table was also from the same person, and the tag on that said "the uni crowd". That was truly unexpected and it nearly made me cry. Well, nearly, since I didn't want the mascara to run, although Nikki had said she used waterproof mascara, I wasn't sure I trusted it that much! ;)
Oh and dessert...
That's one of the three on the menu.. and a popular one too as the kitchen had to churn out 12 of these perfect souffles for our table!
Chris had enlisted the help of his siblings to make place cards for the wedding, and they were completed the day before the wedding. Talk about last minute! I guess it could have been worse. We could have been at the carpark gluing down bits of paper to make the placecards!
Chris saved his placecard, and it now lives here:
That's our new entertainment unit and tv. Chris loves it - VERY MUCH - I think he would have married it if it were legally possible ;)
We spent the night at the Shangri-la in Sydney. Oh what a view!
Let's try again:
Thank God for late check-out. We were both so exhausted, we pretty much woke up for breakfast, went back to sleep, woke up for lunch and then checked out and that was the end of our day!What knitting?
Needless to say, very little knitting has been done
I have tried to keep myself busy by making Warming Grace squares. Since Cynthia is now accepting squares of all colours, I thought I could use up some of the bright red yarn I have. It's not going to be used for much else, but I thought it would look good in a blanket with other brightly coloured squares.
I completed two on the morning of the wedding. I have been told knitting calms nerves. I thought that was a good enough excuse to go meet the girls at Rubi and Lana's for an hour or so of knitting..
When I got to my parents' hotel, they were settling down to lunch with the rest of the aunts and uncles (actually, there was only one uncle) and by then they had called me three times - yes, count that, 1,2,3 times! One would think they were more stressed out that I was. Maybe they should knit!