Thursday, June 21
One absolutely stunning bride in a shimmery sparkley dress.
Two pedicures out on the balcony for two bridesmaids.
Three manicures for three bridesmaids, inside due to make up artist suffering sunburn.
Four finished bridesmaids in simple but lovely ivory dresses.
Five thirty already and everyone is running late.
Six o clock, half an hour late, but the bride arrives at the church in an open top Fiat 500 decorated with real lemons.
Seven happy women fully made up, manicured, pedicured and polished by me.
Eight hundred and something steps down the mountain to home with my big black bag clanking at my side.
Nine is the time that my daughter will be banished to bed for the night.
Ten is the time I started and when it is ten again, this evening...I want to sit...just sit...on the sofa...with a glass of wine...and ..do..nothing..at all.
at 7:56 PM