Hey Little Sister, What Have You Done?

It's always dangerous to go in to the "wee room" in Grans.

Tonight we went upstairs because Tooli needed a suitcase for her trip to Cyrpus on Wednesday, and she is never quite contented with the ones she has.

Gran and I stood and chatted for a moment or two at the foot of the stair, when we realised the rumbling in the room had ceased, and Tooli had made herself comfy on the floor with a photo album. She flicked her way through one and headed for another, and then we managed to extract her from the room and in to the back room for another bag search.

Then as we headed back to the stair again, Tooli wandered in once more, and said "there are so many to look at. I pointed and said "The white one is Gran's Wedding album". I remembered when I was little spending hours looking at it, and winding it up - It played "here comes the bride".

She opened it up, and gazed at all the pictures longingly; telling us that "the big church" would be where she would be married. (yeah, right, think the minister might have something to say about that, Jedi). She decided that Gran's dress was the same as Kate Middletons, and I had to agree.

I told Tooli that years ago I had dieted to extremes to fit into that very dress, and managed it, just before I discovered the surprise pregnancy was making my bosums uncontrollable. :-(

Gran said, in passing, "but it's all faded and yellow now".

"You've still got it?" Tooli yelled?

And into the bedroom we trooped and the dress was wheeked out of the vacuum bag, and displayed. Clothes were disgarded with haste, and the dress was slipped into.

Tooli danced around the bedrooms and the landing, looking every inch a princess, and I think, with a wee specialised clean, that might be a possiblity - of course. She still has to finish school, do four years at Uni, and FIND a man!