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.
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.
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.
All pictures courtesy of Diana Orendorf www.itswhimsical.com