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.