The big day came, December 1, 2007 when my son was to be married. All the guests were gussied up, but .... down came the rain, in torrents. We drove to the venue - a beautiful rose garden in the grounds of our first Parliament House, and were directed to a small gallery next door to where the reception was to be. However that was the only disappointment: the bride looked radiant (don't they always), the groom looked nervous (don't they always), the ceremony was lovely, the food was plentiful and fabulous, and a thoroughly good time was had by all.
Here is a photo of my husband and me with the bride and groom. I made the outfit I am wearing, from an Indian sari and French crepe. My darling husband shopped for both fabrics and did a wonderful job of the colour-matching. It comprises the jacket made from the sari, plus trousers and a top from the crepe.
Heaven only knows when or if I will ever wear it again, but still it was worth it for the day.
