I always think weddings are enjoyable precisely because everyone turns up expecting to be happy, and this one was truly a joyful and magical occasion. As I was listening to the vicar in the church, it struck me that patchwork is a kind of marriage too.
The vicar told a story about his friend, an interior designer, who bought a bolt of silk for some very expensive curtains she was making on commission. The designer cut the silk, and only when she was laying it out in preparation for stitching did she realise that there was an unsightly flaw that ran right through the whole bolt. The vicar continued, ‘There wasn’t anything she could do about it. She had already cut the fabric. She couldn’t take it back, it was too late for that.’ Here he turned to the newly-married couple and said drily, ‘And that’s what’s happened to you, too.’ A little later, he went on to add that his friend had worked with the flaw and made curtains that were beautiful nonetheless.