i am sharing with you today the frock in which i wed

this is the second frock as i am married for the second time

i didn’t marry in a wedding dress, nor did i the first time

i did try some on the first time round but they all looked frightening on me. so much so that the friends i was with at the time were rolling around laughing at me.

the second time round the dress i bought, i bought in secret before we had even set a date!

bold i know, but not bunny boiler stuff, we were engaged just needed to actually buy a house and shizzle first.

i met my friend, miss lady bubble, in harvey nichols and whilst waiting for her in the shoe department, drooling and stroking the red soles, i noticed out the corner of my eye a frock hanging proud on a pillar.

“buy me” it whispered

i wandered forward

“gone on, you know you want to”

i gazed in wonderment

“i’m gorgeous aren’t i”

 i bearly blinked

miss lady bubble appeared next to me enquiring on my strange behaviour.

miss lady bubble : what you doing hp? (not married yet you see)

hp : just looking

miss lady bubble : you close enough?

hp : it’s nice isn’t it?

hp : nice enough to get married in don’t you think?

miss lady bubble : oh my god hp try it on, go on now *shoving me towards chaining room*

so i did and i loved it, need taking in here and there but perfect

but surely without a date i couldn’t buy it, that’s all a big previous isn’t it?

well miss lady bubble thought not and put it on hold on my behalf. i called my mum she wasn’t sure. i called olivers mum she said get it.

the next day i got it

heavy silk satin 50′s pinched waisted with panelled top in a soft white gold, just like the old mercedes and jaguars. lush

it hid at lady bubbles house for months and months but it was mine

i don’t have a full length picture but here are some others from the day that the decibel due did it in dulwich.