Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Vintage family

These are the wedding outfits, one dress suit made (by me) for a wedding in 2007 and one (by mother) for a wedding in the 1960s! (Luckily Youngest has no pre-conceived ideas about Crimplene.) A beautiful, intimate late afternoon and evening affair the wedding was a privilege to attend.

I have no pictures for the Church Fete. The weather, which had been promised to be fair all week, was in fact chilly and overcast, but luckily people turned out in goodly numbers and it remained dry such that we sold out of food and booze and a jolly good time was had by all. I maintain that this is a village party first and a church fund raiser second, but it was pleasing to make the second best grand total to date.

“I don’t realise how much I miss you guys until I see you,” said Eldest as we shared a picnic on Saturday evening. Husband and I travelled to Oxford to attend the last night of a play performed in the grounds of Worcester College – on their lake! – for which Eldest was Stage Manager. She is thoroughly engaged in life at university, but in Maths and backstage management – not parties and boys! She might be home in September, and will manage a few days of the family holiday in France, but is otherwise engaged over the summer with a university production that they are taking to the Edinburgh Fringe…
We are happy that she is happy, but, may I say to those of you who have yet to get to this stage, it comes as something of a shock that your offspring have other things to do and you are pretty much irrelevant! Make the most of the time you have with them because it flies by. As my mother remarked: “And…?!”

3 comments:

libby said...

You are very talented...I never could sew. As for being irrelevant....no never that...we just move to a different place in their lives.

Marion Bulmer said...

Parenthood is the only job I know were, if you do it really well, we are rewarded with eventual redundancy! And I mean rewarded. To have adult offspring still dependent on us for day to day support, and money and/or accommodation well into their thirties just means something went wrong somewhere, unless they are sick or disabled, of course.

sensibilia said...

They come back, as and when. In the interims between wildly exciting times, when they have no-one to go on hols with because all their friends are stoney broke - when there is a work crisis and they want mun's advice and sympathy ....