Those of you who know me well will know that I recently took my first trip back home in over 5 years. Quite an emotional event, and one that if truth be told I’ve kind of avoided on account of the fact that the last time I went home my world fell apart in a not particularly pleasant kind of way. But this time there was no avoiding it – my baby sister was getting married and so I just had to be there. As the date got closer I got more and more excited, and found myself missing home more and more.
For the last few months I had been working on some tatted necklaces for the bridal party which was just making me more and more homesick! Being the perfectionist, I started them over about 6 times before finally getting into the groove of them. The lovely ladies at knitting were very supportive (read – they yelled at me if I tried to do anything else) and as a result, all was done with plenty of time to go before the flights.
So 31st Jan Christian and I boarded the flight to Melbourne via London and Kuala Lumpur (another country to add to my ever growing list). Cue a few days of getting over jet lag, meeting Jenna’s fiance and Tegan’s new man, exciting family news and showing off Christian to family and friends.
Meanwhile, Australia was in the throws of yet more natural disasters – this time floods and a really ghastly cyclone called Yasi. It didn’t look so good for those up North.
On Friday we headed off down the coast road to Rosebud – about 3 hours drive south of where my parents live. All the way down we stopped at various places – such as Acland Street in St Kilda, Brighton Beach and more. The whole way behind us we could see sinister black clouds, but only a little rain started to hit us in a few spots. When we arrived however we found out that we had been driving (and stopping) ahead of what must have been a wall of water from Cyclone Yasi’s very wet tail! We were lucky to not get caught out by the flooding which seemed to be about knee high on most of the roads we have traveled down earlier.
The next day the wedding itself went without a hitch, the rain stayed away for the ceremony (just) and it turned into a lovely day. It bucketed down that evening, but I don;t think anything could have spoiled that day. Jenna looked simply stunning – but words won’t convey as much as pictures, so here’s a few from the day and the lead up to it.