Blisters, blisters everywhere!
My brother’s engagement party was on Saturday night. I still have trouble believing that my baby brother (all six-foot three inches of him) is getting married. And there I was at the party, listening to him give a speech, thanking his fiancée for agreeing to marry him.
Anyway, it was a great party. I was the head of the decorating committee, and I did a fabulous job, if I say so myself. We had helium balloons (400 of them–inflating them all was a fun experience!) in three different shades and textures of purple. Did you know that balloons come in your standard matt, metallic and what they call crystal, which is like a coloured see-through bubble. We also had red heart-shaped ones.
It was a cocktail party, but there were some tables for the elderly relatives to sit at. Each one had a crisp white tablecloth, a small vase with a red gerbera and a stem of purple Singapore orchids, three tea-light candles in glass holders, and a generous scatter of tiny coloured metallic stars.
The only problem with a party like that, where we all look divine in our gorgeous dresses and stunning shoes, is that dancing is disastrous. I felt no pain on Saturday night. It was way too much fun. Sunday morning, on the other hand…
I have four blisters on each of my pinky toes. Okay, I have big feet, but not that big! I did the whole disinfect and deflate thing, but they’re proving to be stubborn. Currently the only shoes I can wear are thongs (that’s flip-flops to you Americans) and it’s cold here right now!
Anyway, the wedding is booked for next February, and after that my annoying yet beloved baby brother will be a husband!