The wedding is in two weeks. Daughter2 will be a married woman, leaving only Son in the nest. Today, we ventured to the city to outfit Mr FD.
The wedding is taking place in a warehouse, with food vans. It is not a formal, suit and tie kind of occasion. My way of explaining it is to say “think Mumford and Sons“. Smart casual, should be easy.
The once athletic, rower’s physic that Mr FD possessed has evolved over time. Think bald, Humpty Dumpty. It is not easy to dress an egg with short legs.
Somehow we managed, with dark trousers and dark grey shirt to hide a multitude of sins. However, he should pass muster in the photos. At the very least, he will meld into the background.
I shall be splendiferous, in a teal, calf length dress. I shall try to not outshine the bride, but one can’t dampen perfection.