Ah-em. Well, so yesterday was our 15th wedding anniversary.  Crystal, I believe. And we should have been whooping it up. Except we forgot. Again.

It’s not at all like it sounds. We forget almost every year. I mean, we don’t forget we are married, and we do remember in the days leading up to our anniversary that we will soon be married one year more. It’s just that, when the day itself arrives, we usually go on with our daily lives, our happily married daily lives, and don’t even think about celebrating that fact.

It’s easy for us to forget our actual wedding day because although we had a very nice day (and that is entirely down to my mother, I mean, I was 22 years old and quite happy to rock up to the registry office wearing a pair of old jeans) it wasn’t really a day when anything changed. We were poor students before we married, and we were still poor students afterwards, albeit poor students with a little more income as the government judged that married people somehow needed more money. And anyhow, we were practically living in each others pockets from the day we met. Or, as in each others pockets as you can be when you are living in separate cities and only see each other every three weeks. I mean, when your boyfriend of a couple of months turns up on his motorcycle at 2 in the morning and throws stones at the window to get in, then announces that he has spent all his student allowance on beer … oh  and on gas to come see you (awwww, how romantic) and so you will have to pay for everything this weekend, you may as well be married already

The license was a formality, we really only needed it to get The Daddy a visa. Otherwise we might still be living together happily unmarried to this day. I never really had any dreams of flowery bowers and lacey white dresses and although the thought quite appeals to me now, that’s probably only because I want an excuse to throw a big, bling party.

So, seeing as we forgot our anniversary and I therefore don’t have any happy stories of swanky restaurant dates and clinking champagne glasses to relate, I thought you might find a little photo roundup of us together through the years mildly amusing.

I went looking through my archives. But it appears that throughout this marital adventure we have been quite happy to take photos of each other from time to time, without attaching much importance to formal posed photos together.  I came up with only two photos of the early days, and one of them is from our wedding. Thanks goodness for weddings! Except, I have lost my scanner cable, and  you will have to wait to see them.

Don’t worry, once I have had a good tidying session and found my errant cable I will post them, along with a photo of me aged 17 with my 1980s ‘do. I know! I know! I was 17 in 1989, I had no business even still having 1980s hair! But, very unfortunately, I did. And I really do not want to show the results, except that I was dumb enough promise Kirsten that my 1980’s hair was worse than her 1980’s hair (and it was) and now feel obliged to prove it. You are going to laugh and laugh.

In the meantime, I will leave you with a few photos, blurry ones taken with my phone (because of course I forgot my camera), at the celebration I did take part in yesterday. It was a 5 year old Princess Party for one of Baby Sister’s friends, and it was one of the best childrens’ birthday parties ever. I wanted to dress up as a Princess too and get my nails done and “fairy glitter” on my cheeks, and decorate a cupcake and do a fashion show and even play musical chairs (even though I knew I wouldn’t win and would end up crying) but to fit into any of the available dresses I would have had to lose a ton of weight and probably shrink by at least a foot.

So I contented myself with talking to the other moms and shooting very bad camera photos. By the way, despite appearances, there were other children there. I was just very careful to crop them out.

The choice of dresses was amazing. Surprisingly, she chose blue...

Goodness girl, one would think you had never modeled before... oh yeah. You haven't.

Her first ever manicure!

Well, actually they just dabbed on a bit of pink polish. She bites her nails, so it has been touched up at least 3 times today already. And then she insisted I do her toes. And she has already finished the lip gloss from her party bag. Sigh. Before I know it I will be opening her an account at Sephora. Do they even have accounts at Sephora? Because Mommy sure doesn’t have one…