My brother’s wedding was lovely. I woke up this morning with a MONSTER hangover – seriously, it made the one yesterday seem like nothing. This was the sort of hangover where you start going through what went on the evening before to check that you hadn’t done anything terrible. And I hadn’t. So I am happy.
My kids were pageboy and flower girl. My son was particularly excited because he got to wear pirate buckle shoes. These are vintage shoes that you hire for a week at a time.
The kids’ outfits came from a shop in Pimlico called Little Bevan. Pimlico is the sort of area that I never go to but is posh and has some great shops. The lady in Little Bevan was amazing at that elusive task: getting small children to try on complicated outfits. This is something that I am rubbish at.
They also sell kids’ civvies alongside the wedding stuff – REALLY posh civvies. I rewarded the lady in the shop by buying a dress and a shirt (thankfully the shirt was in the sale).
Everyone was brilliantly dressed. I am quite a bit older than my brother and am starting to feel as though I am a bit outside what young, beautiful, posh women wear. I mean, I can’t even wear normal shoes (as you know).
There was a LOT of fur (most fake but some real). I wore a plum fake fur stole over my dress which I’d bought YEARS ago but had never been to anywhere smart enough to wear it.