(this is after getting up at 5.30 for a 6am figure skating class)
We were looking for a wedding dress.
(and no, Anthony and I are not going to renew our vows. That would be too corny. Even for a big dag like me. Anthony would rather eat his own face than do that kind of thing, and I'd feel silly and embarrassed.
But if you wanted to renew your vows, I would think it lovely.
When we got married, a long time ago now, we looked at each other and said, in perfect unison: " What the f have we done! " We're still married though)
The wedding dress is for Annabel
(she is not getting married either, thank God!)
It's her school social in a couple of weeks and the theme is horror.
(Annabel goes to an all girls school and the powers that be like these themey socials so they can control the way the girls dress...
not too short, no cleavege, not too tight...you get the drift. I also think it's their way of trying to reduce the one-up-man-ship between the girls too, but of course it makes no difference...nothing's changed in that regard since I went there, a long, long, time ago!)
Because what's horrific about being a bride?
(although, there are a few scary brides out there - remember that show Four Weddings? those brides were nasty!)
Think psyco, zombie, Corpse and Frankenstein's bride - that's why.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, none of the wedding dresses we found cut the mustard. It was a long, torturous day. The "bride" had the sh**s and I knew tears were on the horizon.
So I wasn't expecting good fortune when I narrowly missed stepping into a sick bag (full!) someone had discarded in the carpark (yep. really.) of our last op-shop for the day. Although, come to think of it, that sick bag was an omen...our luck actually changed at that point, because not only did I avoid treading in a stranger's vomitus - Annabel found her (dream) dress, it fits like a glove, AND it was only twenty bucks!
It's actually a beautiful dress, think Grace Kelly, Princess Kate and you get the picture. The sleeves, the neckline. Annabel reckons she's going to wear it when she really gets married...as if I could be that lucky!
I'll show you a pic when she's all zombied up on the big night.
In the meantime, here's one of Anth and I on our wedding day - only photo I had to hand - the rest are in storage.
dress vintage, Chapel St Bazaar, seventy five bucks
(we're talking 1990 prices!)
and here's Lucy Violet and Jimmy (as she called him) on theirs
9 October 1937
our dresses are quite similar - they're of the same vintage
p.s. I am totally off op-shops!!!