Yesterday I went to a fabulous wedding. A freezing Tuesday afternoon, 2pm, at a Town Hall in London. There was a minimum of fuss and fanfare yet it was one of the happiest, most authentic events I have attended in ages. Simply two people who wanted to get married, with some special friends and family around them. I felt so privileged to be there.
At the party at the groom’s house afterwards, I was shocked (but honoured) to discover that the Christmas cake I gave them in December had been reincarnated as their wedding cake. Does it look familiar? I am a little mortified that I never got round to finishing the swags and frills…but no one seemed to mind.
I wish my friends a lifetime of happiness together x.
And guess who caught the bouquet? 😉