When I was little, very little, I thought I could control the weather.
Whenever there were tears running down my face,
the world seemed to weep with me.
Big fat raindrops to match my own wet chubby cheeks.
(I blame my literal interpretation of my Nana
singing ‘When You’re Smiling’ for this.)
Then you get older and realise that no, the weather just does as it pleases.
You plan a picnic and it pours.
You want a rainy day for movies and there’s a heat wave.
You want a white Christmas? Well, tough.*
And like most Scots, I learnt to just deal with it.
And then I learned to like it.
Blame living in LA straight after uni as it taught me to miss weather.
Every day there started with grey smog which would clear to blazing sunshine.
Brilliant yes? Well, kind of. After a while, I missed the unpredictability.
I missed the need for a cardigan. I missed the sound of rain.
We knew three weeks before our wedding that
it was going to tip it down. Proper, proper rain.
So we bought brollies, gazebos, wellies, the works.
Lots of people told us the day would be ruined if it rained…
And I never understood that. How? How ruined?
Would we not get married on account of the weather?
So when I spotted this little beauty below by Heidi Burton
I wanted to have it for our wedding day.
“I like people who smile when it’s raining.”
I do. I really do. And from the wedding pics I’ve seen so far,
my god, me and my now husband are two
of smiley-est people you’ll ever see.
Surrounded by lots of lovely other smiley people.
And maybe they sort of did control the weather
that day as it only really rained a little bit.
* Likelihood of snow at Christmas is now pretty likely I know!
P.S. My lovely print was framed by the lovely people
at Curiouser & Curiouser. They did a fab, fab job!