I’m sitting in one of my least favourite places, Starbucks, as I wait for Harriet the dress designer.
I left home outrageously early as I thought it would take over an hour to get from Chalk Farm to Parsons Green but with a minor transport miracle, it only took forty five minutes.
I have photos of dresses I like (from when I started looking last year), I have shoes I like and I brought a dress I like. With my arsenal and a renewed sense of dress optimism, I’m hopeful all goes well this morning.
Wedding dress part deux…