#1. FACT My Scassi orginal ripped all the way down to my ass, right before I was about to leave for the ceremony. Everyone was in a panic and didn't know what we were going to do to fix it because regular thread would not work on such heavy fabric. My brilliant DAD suggested using some of his FISHING LINE, which is strong enough to hook sharks, but also clear, so no one would be able to see it!! It worked. Really, really well. Later that night, The Husband had to cut me out of my dress, stitch by agonizing stitch, in order to get it off! LOL
Here is a shot of my Auntie, bestie and Mom trying to sew me up!
|Walking out of the church on the arm of The Husband (see, he really does exist) with USMC Honor Guard.|
This is my fav wedding pic. Because if you look closely, you can see The Husband's shadow falling on my dress.
|Sorry these pics are all a little blurry, but they are fragile and I didn't want to scan them.|
#3 FICTION. No way would someone walk in on Jaybird in her drawers and not wind up running from the room with their eyes bleeding, begging for the image to be burned from their minds forever. The only truth in this situation, is the cousin, who always has a "hook up". Although, I have learned my lesson over the years about using them.. :)
|I had 28 people in my bridal party. My grandma said we were lucky the dang bridge didn't fall down!!|
PS: I feel compelled to mention, that yes I do have a big, fat Italian family, but I'm only half Italian. My mom is the full blooded Italiano. My father is a proper Englishman. (with a wee bit o' Irish mixed in) It might explain why sometimes I bust out with words like Brilliant, Mum, Nutter, Erm, and Cuppa. I also feel compelled to say sorry for things that aren't even my fault. Oh, and sometimes I spell random words kinda funny..like labour. I blame all of that, (and if there is any class in me at all) on my Dad.
There you have it. Thank you so much to everyone who keeps coming back and participating in my crazy Friday Fact or Fiction. You guys are the best.