Last week I told you about Mum’s wax orange blossom bridal headpiece and the succession of brides who have worn it.
So here’s the proof that I also wore it for my wedding to Marc in the early 70s.
cheesy 70s moustache
equally cheesy blue velvet suit and huge bow tie
Laura Ashley style wedding dress [ referred to by my darling daughter as ‘the nightie’ ]
and my formerly elbow length wavy auburn hair after being attacked, chopped and straightened by the hairdresser from hell.
After Auntie Billee’s funeral last week, I was looking through some of the old family photos, when I noticed something that had never really dawned on me before.
The wedding headpiece of tiny wax orange-blossoms that Billee was wearing in that 1951 photo, is the exact same one that my mother had worn a year previous,
and which was later worn by my Aunts Fay
It was my ‘something old’ when I married Marc more than twenty years after its last outing [ but you’ll have to trust me on that, at least until I can relocate my wedding album which seems to have disappeared into the black hole otherwise known as my shed ]
The headpiece went missing for a decade or so after mum was conned into lending it to a friend of a friend, on the spurious pretext that I knew the bride, [ short version was yes, we did go to the same school but she was several years behind me, and I didn’t really know her at all ]
More by good luck than anything else, we did eventually get it back much the worse for wear.
It was far too frail and bedraggled, after its decade in the wilderness, for Nadie to even consider wearing it for her 2010 nuptuals, had she been so inclined [ which she wasn’t ] so it was carefully wrapped in archival tissue, and packed away with a scrap of unused [extra] lace from the first wedding dress that it was worn with, on February 18th, 1950 .