Wedding day

where to start!! I had a dreadful hangover still where from three days earlier had been persuaded to go out with MIL, and SIL I hadn't wanted a hen do but felt I should as they wanted me to go. My mum didn't come. If she had then I would not have been given a mixed drink which I stupidly drank and then really suffered from including bruising my lip -all of which BIL made fun of in his speech. Luckily we bumped into my husbands stag do and he saw that I was safely taken home. I had to be up very early on my wedding day to help get food prepared for the reception and to make button holes .My Grandma wasn't able to attend as she had fallen ill in the week before and was in hospital. My godmother was going to do my hair and bring me her veil to wear- stuck in traffic! was able to just get to the church in time but I had to do my own hair and we fixed the veil at the church door--but before that I had got into my dress and looked at my self in the mirror and to my horror realised that my underwear could be seen through the lower half of the dress. I had to take the stockings and suspenders off and go without -luckily my knickers were not on show! When we left the church after the ceremony the ants started flying and seagulls were circling! when the photos were being taken my husbands twin brother was nowhere to be found as he had gone off with his then gf who had spilt something down her dress and insisted going to change so he isn't in any of our pictures. Apart from that it was a lovely wedding. We have been married 46 years in July.

The bouquets were done by a school friend’s mother and dispatched in the care of an errand boy on a bike. He stopped to chat with a friend and my aunt was frantically scouring her garden so that at least I had something to carry even if the bridesmaids were empty handed. I was actually in the car with a very nervous uncle when the boy, quite unconcerned, turned up. It must have taken him several days to recover from the ear bashing my furious aunt delivered! That was the only hitch and I have such good memories of that sunny day nearly 62 years ago.

My DH to be refused to tell me where he was going to park the car we had hired for our honeymoon ....big mistake . He parked it outside the MIL of one of our guests and she was staying withere so we found a car covered in " just married " made with treacle and confetti and lots of rubbish tied to the back . We were really worried in case it did not all come off but we stopped at the first garage we came to and got it cleared .We had not booked anything apart from the first night so the second night of our tour new DH went to reception to see what they had and came back worried because all they had was a roon with twin beds. I was delighted as I thought this sharing a bed lark was uncomfortable .
DS had a traditional Scottish wedding and he put his phone on " vibrate " mode and put it in his sporran . Facing all the guests it rang and his sporran visibly moved.

I had a very small unfussy registry office wedding. However I made sure to take the pill so no period or pregnancy.

My “lovely” cousin poured handfuls of rice down out backs (and fronts) as we left the reception in our going away outfits. We were taking the train to our honeymoon destination and the carriage seemed to be full of students on their way home from university. Several were stretched out in their socks with bags and trainers in the aisle (obviously they’d had a “tiring” last day! As we stepped over the bags and shoe the rice moved and left little piles of rice in them! Funny now but quite embarrassing at the time 😂

I am still not sure why the flowers to decorate the wedding cake went off to Heathrow while we were being shown round the City Guildhall by the Registrar (places were being laid for a banquet for the President of Nigeria, who was about to be deposed during his visit to London).

The minister who officiated at our wedding was an American friend and hadn’t yet been authorised to conduct weddings in the UK, so we were married by special license in the church we regularly attended, with a Registrar present. In addition to family and friends the whole church congregation was present and my husband and I decided that, as we are both known by our middle names, it would lessen confusion if the ceremony was conducted using those names.

The service was very special and included lots of involvement from friends and family - then once concluded we walked starry eyed up the aisle…….to be met at the door by the Registrar who whisked us off into the church hall and told us he couldn’t register our marriage as our ‘correct’ names hadn’t been used. He then asked us to very quickly recite the marriage vows again, using our full names. So, technically we got married in the church hall and not the church.

We got married in May 1981. I was up at 6am as we where catering for ourselves. It could have ended up in disaster.
My dad got stuck in traffic jam for over hour fetching my cousin who was a bridesmaid,the hire company sent the wrong glasses my husband to be also got stuck in a traffic jam.
Mom was with others was getting the hall ready. When finished my aunt took me to see I left by the front door and forgot my keys it was a Yale lock. Got locked out of the house as mom didn't have her keys. Luckily my husband to be came with the glasses . I hid in the back room so we wouldn't see eachother. He grabbed one of my cousins luckily my brother's bedroom window was wide open and using a ladder he went to get the keys .
My best friend was late from the hairdressers she was a bridesmaids . Mom arrived from the hall 10 mins before the car arrived for her and the bridesmaids. Never seen my mom get dressed and made up so quick.

It was pouring with rain when my husband and brother who was best man arrived at the church so the wedding party before us wouldn't come out of the church until it stopped. Both soaked.

Wedding car came for me and my dad but the photographer took so long over the photos was 10 mins late getting in the church.

After ceremony the grass was soaked so all the woman had to stand on their toes so heels didn't sink in. It was blazing hot.

Reception in the church hall across the road but we went round the block in the car. Last guest got into the hall as it hailed.

Rest of the reception went well. Had changed my dress after eating.

But because we hired the hall. My parents and husband where cleaning the hall after everyone went home . At midnight I was sweeping up on my wedding day. My husband had to clean the car off all decorations before we could drive to our home. To knackered to even get the wedding presents out of the car until morning.

Next day popped to my parents for leftovers and bottle of champagne they had for us . Our honeymoon was in a Hoseason's chalet in Devon for a week . Rained most of the week.

I have always loved the Autumn so chose 23 October 1971 for our wedding day. My mother kept saying ‘why have you chosen then, the weather will be bad’. The wedding day dawned to bright warm sunshine which lasted for a week 👍.

We couldn’t afford a honeymoon so went straight to our new home. The following day we had a Sunday roast and I had to ask DH how to make gravy, I’m still a rotten cook.

I’m still laughing at the vibrating sporran Flora 😀

Oh, weddings always have their share of unexpected moments! On our daughter's big day, the limo we booked had a surprise breakdown, so we switched to a party bus from www.limohire-in-london.co.uk/party-bus-hire/. Despite the hiccup, everyone had a blast dancing and celebrating onboard. Memories were made, proving that sometimes the unexpected adds to the joy!

Georgesgran, we used the services of a local undertaker for 3 of our childrens` weddings. Those cars were SOOOO comfy, and the driver wore a nice uniform.

when I married my second husband, we were both members of the methodist church just round the corner. I used to sing and read lessons, and my husband used to help with the teenagers. My mother and father came to stay and look after my son while we went off for a few days honeymoon. So, the actual wedding was beautifully old fashioned. I took my fathers arm and we walked round to the church. All the neighbours came out and clapped as we walked by. All my family are singers and I was a member of 3 choirs , so we had lovely 8 part harmonies to all the music ,. We decorated the church with flowers from the garden and my best friend who was in nafas made it all look very lovely. We chose to have just a wedding cake and a drink so that more people come to the reception. I told my minister that we intended to have some alcohol besides fruit juice and other non alcoholic drinks. Different methodists have different points of view. So everyone was able to walk round and my singing teacher - who was a professional singer and a great pianist played the piano and we all sang many different things until we left to go to Ludlow. A lovely memory. I am a widow now but will always remember our lovely day shared by so many friends and family.

We hired a Bentley from a local taxi firm to take me to the church and later transport my husband and I to the reception.
It arrived on time to pick me up from outside my parent's pub, and looked fine from the front.
Unfortunately, much to mum's dismay, the boot was tied down with string.
I didn't care as long as it got me to the church on time, but my fiery tempered Italian mother was furious and gave the driver a good telling off.

It was 6 months before he plucked up the courage to come into the pub again. His visit lasted 5 minutes as she refused to serve him and banned him for life.