Part I : The night before.
Part II : Salon, Supermarket & Judy Garland
So after we arrived at The Moon & Sixpence and dumped our stuff in the honeymoon suite, it was time to go and see what my parents were up to in the reception hall. You may remember that I'd given them all the reception details to set up - the Oscar favours, the damask table runners, the guest book, table names, etc. My friend Henni's sister had her florist partner, Daisy (not his real name, but I've never found out what it actually is!) set up the table flowers and make the bouquets and boutonieres in the morning, so when we arrived we saw this in progress:
If you remember, this is what I wanted, with only two layers, and sans flowers on top:

THIS is what the bakery thought passed for that:

I think my face says it all. Ugh, I mean, seriously. I was so miffed. Thank goodness, however, for awesome cake toppers:

Which sister and BFF Ruby Slippers placed on the cake for me:
It's also lucky that the cake was something I didn't care much about to begin with.
I don't have the pro pics of the decor yet, so I don't want to give it all away, but I loved how the main table turned out. That's Daisy walking away:
My Aunt had flown up from Durban the day before, and because she was there she got roped into helping fill the confetti cones:

While the cone-filling was happening, I went outside the hall to hang the table listings. This was the one job I really wanted to do myself, and I proved it by cutting my finger on the damn thatch not once, but twice.
I really want to leave the final look of the hall until I get the pro pics (I promise I'll do a whole detail blog!) so at this point we slipped on down to the chapel:
And I hung up the parent signs:

And laid out tissues on their chairs (I know how much my mom and sister cry!):

And I took a deep breathe, and ran. And I have photographic evidence that my mom and aunt did, at least, get to relax with a cup of coffee (albeit from a flask and on the lawn):
*They wouldn't. One of the venue guys had to stuff the holders with paper to keep the candles upright.