Please don’t paint them a picture.
On our wedding day, Dad took us outside in his garden for a quick photo op.
he positioned us in front of his giant privet hedge.
This photo was given to his mate down the pub who claimed to be an artist.
One month after the wedding, dad excitedly presented us with our (very late) wedding gift.
A huge painting of me and DH in our wedding finery.
So in this picture, I was about ten inches taller than DH (we were actually the same height) My feet that peeped out from under my dress were positioned at 10 to 2 and enormous.
DH’s body was twice as long as his legs and with the privet hedge it looked like we were two contenders for the Grand National.
Unfortunately, dad also had the fixing kit ready to hang it on the wall.
please, please, please don’t paint the a picture.
I’m still traumatised by mine, we had to leave it up for a respectful amount of time until I could no longer bear it. Told Dad it was removed for decorating but we hid it in the loft.