So, I'm reaching that late 20s (ok I'm 30) time of life when I must attend numerous weddings, as must my friend Clare. Luckily friends are like a Venn diagram; allowing for dress-swapping to further the cause of a) frugality b) relieving the ennui of buying dresses that may be less an expression of ones true self and more an expression of ones friend's self. i.e. Christian, beach, demure, fragrant, floral, Karen Millen, demure....
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| slate dress |
Clare, I reckon this is the likeliest candidate. Slate grey suits you.
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| Flowers (needs an iron) |
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| Joan Holloway (ne(v)e(r) Harris) |
Sorry folks, not really a wedding dress, but I bought this a few days ago, and believe myself to look rather smokin'!
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| Fuschia Ribbon Dress |
This clearly needs a belt to stop it looking so boxy. Enschuldegung, sie bitte. But you get the picture. This could certainly be worn to a wedding. God I'm a lazy old hag - I leave the accessorizing and hair to your imagination....
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| STOR...MM..MY ........ WEEAAA...THER |
OK, I could look much hotter if I had done my make-up and hair, you would think that would motivate me, but it didn't. Yes, I wore this to Wendy and James wedding party in a Stoke Newington pub - this IS a true expression of my personality, channeling Shirley Bassey en route.
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