Ok, people, this is one of my long rambles, and there's certainly styling baby.
And I make no apology for that because tonight I just wanna kinda stumble around here in my own little outlet at the Beach Cottage…after days filled with budgets and job-hunting, 3 kiddos, dinners and chores, I want to just sit down with a drink and do whatever I like. Do you get that? It gives me, a woman with, at this stage in life, quite a few, you know, constraints, some possibilities. And I don't mean anything more than just actually that it is possible for me to do this. Me, the screen, a few photos, some friends and I can switch off.
So, this post & this afternoon all started with Kitty, c'mon you all know Kitty Walker right? Well I knew nothing of Brothers and Sisters apart from my own sister loved it. So much that she sent me the whole series in one of those spiffy sets. It sat there in the box for months until one day a few weeks ago I watched the whole series, all 23 episodes in a very short time. I seem to do that in life, all or nothing.
And the wedding, my oh my marrying Rob Lowe and the wedding dress, got me to thinking of my own wedding dress, the panic around it and would there ever be any chance of Miss Beach Cottage wearing that number.
What a number it is. I got married at twenty-four, that would be about 14 years ago, just when the fashion was turning from sparkly, white, frothy & Princess-Di puffy to ivory and plain and not a froth in sight.
I told my mum I didn't do froth, I probably still don't. So we searched and searched. I tried on a zillion dresses. There were none of those mother-of-the-bride-sighs. Because ivory silk and my pale-almost-blue-pale English skin didn't quite, you know, wow anyone.
So six weeks before the big day there was still no dress. We were down to the last straws of shops and arrived in South London at a shop with an owner who knew her stuff. She told me sparkle and white. I sighed no. She persuaded me and said how about this one, just a touch of sparkle on the bodice? So after another round of try-ons I put it on. The sighs came. We ordered it and it arrived just in time.
And today I hunted it out in the Beach Cottage and took it for a little spin. Oh and how I enjoyed it, I implore you, if you have one, to do the same and certainly not because I am particularly smoochy or romantic,there have certainly been some rocky old times here, Beach Cottage style.
But more because I relished the reminiscing, the memories and simply just enjoyed thinking about that girl then and the twinkly little secret she came home with…and more what she's doing now…which of course would be sticking her old wedding dress on a thrifted mannequin, in her white bedroom and taking photos of it…
…and later listening to teenagers and husbands passing that knowing look between them and hearing "dad there's a bride by your bed"
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