Irma's wedding dress was coming along fine, but this child of mine is really a strange cookie, as she would never ever be satisfied with anything that did not meet her requirements, and would easily stay without than take second best
I made the skirt in calico first, and after a lot of fittings, she was satisfied, and I could commence with the sewing of the real thing. The skirt had panels from a kind of brocade, with insets of a soft and sheer kind of  swirly voily material that would peep out when she moved, and the top was black, and tight fitting, but as I just did not have the skills to make the thing she wanted, it was decided that we would look for one in the shops in Capetown.
In the end, with a very enthusiastic Rico, who is Irma's partner in music, playing the piano and also a wonderful stage personality, and Karel, less enthusiastic, but willing, trotted the streets of the old part of Capetown looking for a lingery shop that Irma found on the internet, and who sold the exact thing that she wanted. A kind of borstrok as it was called by the oldies in my family.
As Irma wanted a Celtic wedding, their local predikant (preacher) and a good friend was asked to do the ceremony, and I was quite surprised when he agreed to do it, as the people in Joubrtina where he was the predikant of the Dutch Reformed church, were very narrow minded when it came to their church and their Christianity,
I was busy sewing the wedding dress when I heard such a bellow from the kids's house as to make my hair stand on end, and thinking that a murder was being committed, I legged it over the other side, to find Nina with a face swolen and red, and furious! She stood shouting at something or somebody, and when I saw the overgrown Moby cowering behind a rosebush, very unlike himself, I knew that he must have again chewed up either a school shoe, or her handbag, or Jan's papers, but I have never seen her this bad!
When I got closer I had to give a gasp, as in her hands were two chewed up things, resembling shoes, but shoes that had gone through a mill, and by the colour of them I recognised the Doc Martins boots that had come via the post the day before, and which had cost her a fortune! It was a disaster, as Nina swore to kill the monster, and the poor monster, now very sorry for being so naughty, was now trying his best to ingratiate himself by crawling around on his tummy, and when he jumped up against the irate Nina and tried to lick her face, she bellowed so loud for him to get off, that he crawled to the far end of the garden where he lay as quiet as a mouse for the rest of the day.
Poor Nina was absolutely shattered, as her old pair of Doc Martins had seen their best days after about ten years, and she was so looking forward to the arrival of this pair. Moby, who was allowed to sleep inside when he was home, as the nights were quite chilly, was banned to the veranda, where the first night he put up such a sorrowful performance of the neglected pet, that none of us could sleep. But the veranda where he was to sleep was covered, so he had nothing to squeal about, and only himself to blame!