Those of you who were following A Warwickshire Wedding earlier in the year might remember reading Cue: Fairy Godmother, which was all about the simply brilliant Mrs BeeKnit and the beautiful bag she designed and made for me to carry down the aisle.

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Fig. 1. The bridal bag Mrs Beeknit designed and made out of surplus material from my Sassi Holford dress
© Tony Rabin Photography

Now carefully wrapped in tissue paper, it is something that I will treasure forever.  But don’t be fooled by its delicate appearance into thinking that it was merely a decorative item, too fragile to serve any practical purpose. Reader, I can assure you that this was most certainly not the case and you are doing Mrs BeeKnit’s handiwork a grave disservice if you should happen to dismiss it as a mere frivolous frippery.

For Mrs BeeKnit’s Bag had an essential role to perform.  A mission to fulfil.  A destiny to realise.  That said, I do concede that its raison d’être wasn’t entirely what you’d call, well, utilitarian.  For whilst I did use the said bag to carry my lipstick, tissues and headache tablets, these very functional items jostled for space with other items which, whilst having a VIP function, did admittedly serve a purpose which most people might consider a tad less practical.

You see, the said bag acted as the receptacle for a host of small but precious objects which collectively represented my attempt to be faithful to that old nuptial saying:

‘Something old,
something new,
something borrowed,
something blue,
and a silver sixpence in her shoe’.

Contents of bag

My ‘something old’ was my late Mum’s handkerchief, embroidered with ‘B’ for Barbara, whilst the bag itself was my ‘something new’. A horseshoe pendant on loan from Mrs BeeKnit acted as my ‘something borrowed’, whilst my ‘something blue’ was provided by a fairy charm, studded with blue diamante stones, that was attached to a bottle of nail varnish that I spied at my local beautician’s.  The beady eyed amongst you, will also notice a tiny silver and pearl angel which I took the liberty of adding on the grounds that   as we were getting married in a church it would be good to have a representative from the Judeo-Christian tradition.

And I even managed to squeeze in the silver sixpence given to me by my friend Mrs Doyle. Ok, so I should have slipped it into my shoe but given that I did have the said sixpence about my person, I’m hoping that this minor aberration will be treated as a mere technicality which will in no way negatively impact upon the fortunes of Mr Moore and his ever-adoring his wife.

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