It’s just such strange weather for June, windy, windy and windy, especially on our little island off the south coast of England.
I spent the morning trying on wedding dresses, which was both traumatic and strangely fun. I’ve been adamant all along that I don’t want to wear some white meringue monstrosity. Sure enough the first dress shop I went to tried squeezing me into dresses which I hated. The second dress shop was the opposite and let me try on what I wanted. Altogether I only tried on six dresses before I found the perfect dress. Hooray. We spent the rest of the day driving around looking at reception venues. We haven’t found anything which we’ve both agreed on so far.
Is it right to have a dress before a venue?
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