Tricky things, weddings.
You have to remember the names of people who claim to be related to you, not get too pie-faced and generally behave in a grown up, responsible way.
Like I say, tricky...
Especially when it's your daughters, you really, really don't want to rack up a record hit rate on Youtube; you have an unfortunate gift for saying spectacularly inappropriate things to the more well upholstered amongst the guest list and everyone in the room knows you are no stranger to the great taste of foot.
The present, however, is a piece of cake.
Not literally, that's what you get given for not doing anything on the day that warrants a restraining order.
Nice and straightforward: Make two small boxes that open towards each other, paint the happy couple's portraits on the front and line the inside with felt so they can pin all the memento's of the day inside.
At the risk of getting sentimental, I like to think it's an appropriate gift; two separate boxes for keeping things that matter that also match and compliment each other, like bookends.
It all ends well, with much joy in a moistened eye, and no blue flashing lights.
I think I might make this a signature gift for future weddings, with modifications to suit the occasion, such as a Tupperware lining.
Then you could keep cake in them.
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