Every little girl dreams of her wedding day. For all time, in every pretty pink bedroom, a future bride has closed her eyes tightly and pictured her magical day. The 12 tiered cake, the enchanted flowers in full bloom and of course, the whopping great gown. She envisages galloping into a perfect sunset, protected by …
My idea of vintage: A flea market steal of embroidered sixties iconography, a perfectly preserved era defining design instantaneously transforming me into a unique Biba-esque beacon of supreme style and effortless cool. My reality of vintage: An overpriced, retina scarring paisley print polyester marquee masquerading as an apparently desirable dress that smells of damp …
The first 25 years of my life were completely wedding free, I was never a bridesmaid, never a flower girl, and I was never a guest. My family was too small and my friends were too young. But 25 hit and with it came wedding fever, hand in hand with the obligatory hen do. Now …