First to Cissie, Jason and Co.
The wedding on Wednesday went off almost without a hitch. They held it Toynbee Hall, a large, old hall near where they live. The Hall dates from the middle of the 19th century, and has welcomed Lenin, Ghandi and many others as orators at different times in its history. It is used today as a community centre, for adult education and also as a popular wedding venue.
Toynbee Hall about 1860
Toynbee Hall today
The great hallThe great hall can usually seat 100 people, but as they had more guests, they held a buffet-style reception. The weather was good, so people were able to go outside, too. The catering was splendid. Well, what would we expect when Cissie and Thelma organised it? They had nearly driven the caterers mad in the past few weeks, requesting samples of all the food that was to be served. Of course, there was enough food to serve a large army, and sufficient leftovers to last normal people for a month. Cissie and co might manage for a week on them.
Even Jason has been persuaded to wear his new, grey suit instead of one of his fave pullovers. ‘Sh*t! I look like a real poncy git now!’ was his comment, after his women folk had told him how lovely he looked. Shannon, his ‘Scrawny bird’, wore a lovely white, silk dress, and even allowed her Mum to dye her green strands of hair back to its natural red. Cissie, Thelma and Queenie all wore flowing creations in pale green chiffon and silk, decorated with lots of flowers. ‘They look like Hyde Park in springtime!’ giggles Shannon to Jason.
There were a few sticky moments, for example when Cissie kept nibbling the sugar roses on the cake. Or when Thelma broke a tooth biting into one of the pillars holding the tiers of the cake. She thought it was icing sugar, and it turned out to be plaster of Paris….And one of Latif’s many children was sick on the floor after eating a whole plate of chicken legs. But apart from that, a good time was had by all. Jason was a trifle miffed that he had to sit with Shannon and the family instead of with his mates, but they were all so happy with free beer and wine that they never even missed him….
(Photos courtesy of Wikipedia Commons)
This is the postcard they send home, showing the Maltese coat of arms:
I suppose we must now call them Mr and Mrs Shmitt!
For Paint Party Friday I want to show some mini-books I made with the marbled paper I made this week. I used hand made paper, with torn edges.