General News
22 September, 2026
A Mum's World: Chaos on the dancefloor
It turns out that being one of the Aunties at a wedding is a super fun position to find yourself in, says Yolande Grosser.
As an Auntie, you are definitely not expected to appear in the form of a supermodel, as a certain percentage of the tall gorgeous young adults in the room were birthed and raised by you.
As an Auntie, you are absolutely ready to celebrate these stellar achievements by yourself and your siblings.
When you’ve known almost everyone in the room for between 25 to 57 years, it makes falling into conversation easy, especially when there’s a general understanding of the struggles in your life.
As the bride’s Auntie, worrying about what others think of your dancing style went out the window when menopause forced its way in, plus you have the advantage of knowing when to stop guzzling the champagne to avoid wasting a moment of feeling woozy the next day – it’s not worth missing out on a minute of your planned bourgeois brunch.
Mums who are Aunties wear glitzy shoes which also manage to be comfortable, but still throw a few Bandaids into their sparkly little wedding handbags for the pretty young things wearing painful torture implements on their feet.
Us Aunties aren’t afraid to discuss our personal health crisis with whomever we come across either, just in case a vital life-changing piece of information might come to light in the process.
I came away from last Friday’s wedding in Collingwood with the name of natural hair dye product, a prescription anti-inflammatory medication I will have to investigate and quite a lot of lived experience information about gels and patches of various kinds – thanks girls.
My niece’s wedding was superb from start to finish.
Hosted in an indoor garden restaurant in the side streets of inner-city Melbourne, the ceremony – led by my sister Tamara – a three course sit down dinner and three hours of DJ led chaos on the dancefloor, all happened at the same address– it was an event to remember.
Everyone dressed like a celebrity on the red carpet, ate like royalty and danced like old friends who knew how to have fun.
We were staying all over town in a variety of rented houses, Bed and Breakfasts, hotels and motels.
The Grosser family of five availed ourselves of a three-bedroom apartment one block from the venue so we could stroll there and back for the seven-hour celebration.
With three bathrooms, three mirrored wardrobes and my magnifying essential, we had only just enough reflective surfaces to get hair and make-up completed on time.
A variety of curling, air blowing and volume promoting techniques were applied to my three daughters’ perfectly beautiful hair, while I went for the classic of hot rollers.
Having given Kym a three-millimeter trim all over a couple of days prior, he simply showered and stepped into his clothes in under ten minutes while we girls relished the process of dressing up for at least two hours.
Bring on the next wedding. Please?