It wasn't Ewan McGregor, but we couldn't take our eyes off him regardless. Is there anything lovelier than a man in a kilt?
He was all the buzz amongst the x-chromosomes at the wedding yesterday. I couldn't even tell you if he was particularly good looking, but he did cut a magnificent figure in a gorgeous soft-green and grey tartan kilt with cream-coloured knee-high stockings. And his sporran was enormous.
Perhaps if he had been wearing a suit, we wouldn't even have noticed him, although he did have a lovely shaved head and that would have caught my attention. All I know is that kilt raised some blood pressures at our table.
He sat behind us at the church so I didn't even notice him until we stood up to watch the newly-minted couple leave, but during the ceremony I was mesmerized by the lady in front of us. She had the most amazing hair!
The fellow from whom we have been renting a cottage the past few summers has similar hair; it's very curly but it's always dead flat in the back. We refer to this as Roland hair. Well, this lady didn't just have Roland hair. Her hair wasn't just flat at the back, but she actually had a big divot scooped out of the back of her hair . I could not take my eyes off it.
And then my prayers were answered when she was seated at out table at the reception! She turned out to be a lovely woman who was married to the best man. She had their little son with her at the ceremony and her adolescent daughter was also in the wedding party, so I think she did not have a lot of time to spend on herself. I will always remember her hair very fondly, though.
I have always considered the bride to be a very clever, very sassy individual, but my admiration for her skyrocketed when she showed me her footwear at the reception. She was wearing a regular bride uniform, you know, strapless white gown with buttons down the back and that train thingy dragging across the floor behind her, but when she lifted the hem of her dress slightly to show me her shoes, she was wearing a pair of white crocs! None of this "oh my feet are killing me" bridal woes for her!
Hats off to you, Jamie! You are a truly unique person and I think you have found someone who shares your wicked sense of humour.
Bless you, Jamie and Jim. May you have many years ahead of you of perpetrating pranks and snickering about them over dinner.