Blossom Gets Married
My sister Blossom was married very young, at sixteen. I absolutely love the faded colours of these mementoes, the now-vintage furnishings. Recently I asked her about her about these photos (possibly taken by a cousin or uncle), and she smiled reminiscently.
The dress was hired, which she has no regrets about. It’s a very modest gown, high-necked; the veil and pretty, lace-trimmed chiffon cloak are what lift it out of the ordinary. I remember admiring this photo (above) as a child; at the dusk falling turning her dress blue, and thinking it looked the epitome of romance. The newly minted couple look like the classic bride and groom that sit atop wedding cakes.
Her cake, she tells me proudly, was heart-shaped, a detail which you can’t quite see in the photos. That’s just so sweet! I believe the casual little reception was held at our parents’ home, with our relatives in attendance. And that little toddler walking into the shot could just be me.
I am happy to add that many years later the wedding glow hasn’t faded: they are still happily married.