My sister got married yesterday in Antibes in the South of France. It was splendid. She knows how to throw a party like no-one else and it was so nice to see my other sisters (I have quite a few), my father, and various other people I haven’t seen for a long time. I also got to wear a pretty frock somewhere other than our lounge room and pose for photographs.
Ben got to pose for photos too:
Daniel and Elizabeth looked adorable:
My sister looked lovely and her dress was beautiful. You can’t have a wedding without some kind of drama over the dress. Like so many things these days it was bought online and was not quite the right size. There wasn’t time to exchange it and because my sister and I look alike I nearly had to act as her body double and walk down the aisle in her dress. But in the end we decided it might be better to sew my sister into the dress instead and this is exactly what we did, an hour before the ceremony. She cut herself out of the dress at the end of the day. I don’t think anyone noticed my bad sewing 🙂
They were married by the mayor of Antibes in the town hall. It was a lovely ceremony even though I didn’t understand most of it as it was in French. The bride and groom didn’t have to say anything other than urine (or wee which is yes in French). I could never live in a country where the word for yes translates to urine but that’s the beside the point.
Here’s another lovely sister of mine and her boyfriend:
At one point I caught this sister’s boyfriend negotiating with a 7-year-old who was in possession of some cake. He suggested to the 7-year-old that he trade the cake for a toy rifle. The kid with the cake looked at the toy rifle and said, “That’s a fake” and disappeared with his cake.
And finally, four sisters: