How Duck Tape® Saved my Wedding

 Not long after I got married, my matron of honor suggested writing this story down and sending it to the Duck Tape® company.  For whatever reason, I just never did.  Now, 10-1/2 years later, I'm sitting here thinking that someone may need a good laugh! 

It was the second wedding for both of us.  We wanted it special, yet simple and very comfortable for everyone involved, and we didn't want to spend a boatload to do it.  Our wedding bands have the Claddagh on them and we went with a Scotch-Irish theme (sorry ladies...no kilts, much to my chagrin), right down to the venue we chose.  Our Pastor found a Scottish ceremony that we fell in love with and everything fell together better than I had hoped.

I bought small terra cotta pots at the craft store and sponge painted them with Kelly green and white, planting a genuine Shamrock in each one for every guest to take home with them.  We made all of the decorations and I did the floral and table arrangements.  I found my necklace at a car show, purchasing it from a lady who was one of the sweetest people I'd ever met. A vintage choker made of stacked rows of pearls was perfect and matched the pearl and diamond earrings I would be wearing (a gift from my parents for graduation that I only wear for special occasions).

I even made my veil.  At the time I had a vintage pillbox hat collection on the living room wall.  My stepson suggested wearing one of those, and I shook it off.  About a month later, hubby suggested the same thing.  Figuring they may have struck something here, I decided to see what I could come up with.  To my surprise, it worked!   

The day before the wedding was a very stormy one and the wedding was planned for outside.  I didn't panic, but did make sure I packed everything except the kitchen sink into the totes housing all of the decorations, etc.  Saturday morning was packed with a flurry of activity and plenty of friends showing up early to help decorate the outdoor patio and arbor area where the ceremony would be held.    Everything was nearly finished when I headed up the stairs of the beautiful and historic Two Mile House.   

I slipped into my sheer-back dress, only to have one of the self-adhesive bra cups come loose.  I repositioned everything, put the dress back on... and again, it came loose.  We were all giggling like crazy, but in reality, the last thing I needed to ruin this for me was a stupid bra cup that failed.  So...  "I have a roll of Duck Tape® in the green tote downstairs.  Can someone please run down and get it?"  They gasped and one girl said, "Oh my gosh...you are not going to," and I cut her off. 

"My options here aren't great. I can either go braless, which really isn't an option, or someone can go grab that tape for me."  They all warned me how it was going to hurt when I took it off, but at that point, I didn't see any other way around it.  So, I proceeded to get 'taped' and ready to go!

Everything went beautifully and was very relaxed and fun!  And at the end of it all, I shoved the pillbox hat into my helmet and then the helmet on my head, grabbed the back hem of my dress from the front and brought it up through like a skort, and got on the back of the Harley with my new husband.  Away we rode, veil flapping in the breeze!

Thank you Duck Tape®! 

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