Bottle

I've been to my mums again this morning. These are the colourful glass bottles she normally keeps outside in the summer. I believe you can put candles or something in them.

While I'm here, I'm hoping she can help me tweak the girls dresses for the wedding. My children are clearly all odd sizes with lumps and bumps in strange places. Watching them try them on and doing my best to prevent them from trashing the dresses while doing so is hard work. Just a little glimpse of what madness may be in store on the actual day I think.
How do I prevent a 7 year old tomboy from getting covered in mud and pens 5 minutes after getting out of the bath?
Or the 5 year old barbie wannabe from twirling and prancing into something in her special dress.
Or protect a 1 year old's dress from getting covered in what one year olds do a lot of?
It's going to be chaotic, that's for sure.

We've not long been home to find a note that the vicar has popped through the door. I'm bloody relieved we weren't in when he knocked to be honest. The house is a complete mess as it often is on a Saturday and I'd have been mortified if that was his first impression of us. We've rebooked to see him next week to discuss the finer details of the service. My heart was pounding just thinking about it. Eeeeek!