The last thing I did before running out the door for my second wedding was stick on the veil from my first. From when I was half my age, 24, not 48. From when I was saying “I do” in a country church instead of “I’m all in, but fingers crossed” in a city town hall.

Of course, I’d debated the appropriateness and chicness of a mum of three sporting a foofy tulle thing. And whether it was a bad look to front up to my new husband in something the first one had swept off my face at the altar.

Newlyweds Lauren Sanchez Bezos and Jeff Bezos celebrated their wedding across three days with 200 guests.Credit: AP

But my second husband was a wedding virgin, and I was hell-bent on giving him the Full McCoy experience – not some toned-down affair because his missus was a re-tread. It was captain’s choice. Had he wanted roving troubadours and clog dancing, it would’ve been a hard yes.

What he decided on was the bride in white (for renewal, in case you ask – a fabulous Carla Zampatti), and to dance to Powderfinger’s Burn Your Name.

Done! I only felt a tiny bit mutton dressed as lamb, and also figured this would be the last time I’d be a bride, so I could push the boat out. And at my age, it felt like one........

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