Next Friday, at the ungodly hour of 6am, M and I head to our first married wedding. In Germany. With only hand luggage. For a reception on the Friday evening, a formal day ceremony on the Saturday early afternoon followed by a formal evening dinner and ball.
And what to wear?
Well, a dress, hat and jacket for the Saturday day time. But for a ball where I needed to eat? That wasn't so easy. My university ball dresses just aren't suitable: one is too dated (and too hot for July) and the other is too stained. Grass, ketchup, cigarette marks, alcohol. My university life can be remembered through the hem of that dress. The dress I wore to M's brother's wedding, bespoke couture. Too hot and too tight for eating and dancing in the summer. I was going to borrow something but suddenly the wedding is next week and I have been awfully busy with other things.
And then, a friend who owns a vintage shop needed some part time help. Starting now. Or rather, starting today. And I picked up this 1930s turquoise dress which I think should be just right. And somewhat of a bargain at £35.00.