Forget the Bride–It’s All About Me

The bride was not the only one to sport an elegant up-do at the wedding I attended on Saturday. My own unmarriageable mullet was teased, yanked and pinned into a magnificent mop top by Tina Bowles-Glass, the feistiest of them all at Fiddleheads. No-one could quite believe it. 

The Crone, neatly coiffed, and Lady Macbeth in a rare spasm-free moment


Can we agree that this is fabulous?


Thanks to Tina’s untender administrations, the do stayed done all evening, despite some very vigorous dancing and the hellish humidity. It’s still raining hairpins. 

The Crone was not the only one to dance ’til she dropped. Barkis also pounded the parquet. 

Peggoty took a turn around the floor in the arms of her son, the groom. 

Peggoty and Outdoor Matt on the occasion of his wedding

And there were a number of other undignified scenes from people old enough to know better. 




The bride, of course, was beautiful. Itchy Ankle will love, honor and keep her always. 

A rose among a whole bed of thorns



All pictures courtesy of Diana Orendorf

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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