A dear old friend married her sweetheart in a gorgeous ceremony in the Hunter Valley, and while the Geege and I were both invited to attend, work and family commitments meant that I went solo*.
I imagined that I would spend some time wine tasting and lazing and finishing my book, but apart from a quick tipple at Tempus Two while I sought directions to the venue after failing to bring the Tom Tom (*that* is what men are very good for!), there was little time for solitary activities. The wedding was a DIY event and many of us spent the afternoon assisting with the set-up (as well as cleaning up the next day).
Held in an architect-designed home in a rural hideaway, the service slipped seamlessly into the reception. It was styled by two exceptionally talented friends (with a strong sense of the bride's aesthetic). There were old pews, lanterns, everlasting flowers, butterfly garlands, birdcages and Japanese prints.
The bride wore a fabulous olive kimono-like dress with touches of burnt orange and a smile that lit up the room. True to form she had a wardrobe change and dazzled in a dusty green cocktail frock in the latter part of the evening.
We partied until the wee hours.
Laughter, musical memories, dancing and conversation. The night was a mixture of reunion and reminiscence and making new friends and connections.
Just what the doctor ordered for this bunny.
How was your weekend?
*A HUGE thanks to my Mum for spending the weekend at our place babysitting the kids while the Geege was at work and I was living the sweet life.