My best friend got married this week! (Side note - does there come a time in one's life, similar to the boyfriend/partner debate, when saying 'my best friend' sounds kind of... juvenile?) We were all back in our home town for the wedding on Saturday and I had the best time catching up with her family and friends. My other two oldest friends and I formed a mini group since there was no space for partners to be invited, and we had a brilliant time dancing and drinking the day away. Responsibly, of course. Ahem. The bride looked stunning and didn't stop smiling the whole day, I got to do a reading in church and we got to hang out at my second favourite castle in the world (the first being this one) while they took pictures.
I always like to have a chance to wear my most bargainous dress too! It's strictly the 'wedding' outfit in my wardrobe so it's only been worn a handful of times, and will get a bonus second outing on Monday to the wedding of Tam's cousin. The dress and jacket set was around £3 from a charity shop a few years ago and whenever anyone admires it I delight in telling them so. My shoes and bag are from M&S, and the hair slide I made by super gluing and tying pompoms to a plastic comb from eBay. I actually let a different hairdresser near my hair (a big deal for me, I'm extremely wary of looking too 'done'.) and this turned out to be...not a great plan. My hair was meant to look like my beloved Emily Blunt, it turned out more...well, puffy. Still, it stayed up all day so I can't complain really. We danced to every single ceilidh dance that night, including one that involved the girls being helicoptered around the dance floor by the boys, a good hair test if ever there was one!