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®!