So it turns out that the older my friends and I get, the more responsible things we end up doing like dinner parties and weddings and christenings and baby showers. It also turns out that these responsible occasions are actually just an excuse to hang out with awesome people and drink wine. Like, a LOT of wine.
Take weddings! Oh, weddings. Every wedding I go to seems to be that bit more boozy. But it's fine. It's actually really bloody fine. The weddings of my friends have seen the introduction of such fantastic concepts as shot o'clock (stay with me here because it's ever so tricky - every hour, on the hour... do a shot. GROUNDBREAKING.).
Apart from the flowing booze, it's a chance to see all my friends (even those who live in faraway places), see everyone all dressed up in their finery, have an excuse to purchase some brand new finery for myself... oh, and that's not even mentioning the fact that I get to see a couple of my favourite people on the happiest day of their life. I WISH THERE WAS A WEDDING EVERY WEEKEND.
Last weekend was the wedding of my friend Jon, who I have known for a very very long time. It was a lovely Spring affair in Henley, with Pimms, the Thames and even Dusty Springfield. And it didn't rain! Which, if you remember what the weather has been like lately, was kind of a miracle.
I took this as an excuse to debut a dress that I've been waiting to wear for ages because it's so damn pretty. I panic-bought it from Warehouse in January for my friend Mark's wedding (another wedding!) because the dress I was going to wear didn't fit (but then I found this beauty!). I sent back all the other dresses I panic-bought but I couldn't let go of this, I just fell in love. It's a gorgeous colour, a VERY clever, flattering little cut (god bless you, ruching) and how pretty is the waist? J'ADORE.
Yeah, I said that.
Fun fact about the wedding - Dusty Springfield was buried in the churchyard! And by 'fun fact', I mean slightly morbid. The reception, though, was in the rowing museum up the river, which they foolishly let us look around after dinner. Um.