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!


About oliviaventura

I was born many years ago in... No, seriously, all you need to know about me is that I love love LOVE reading, and it's even more fun to write my own stories (I get to choose the ending that way). I've worked in plenty of different jobs, many in retail, which is the best way to meet some really colorful people, and also in recruitment, telecommunications, and food safety. I live in Melbourne, Australia, and I'm still on the lookout for Mr. Right, so if you know him, send him my way.

Posted on May 16, 2011, in Australia, Party. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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