This morning I trotted off to meet Harriet the designer to choose the fabric for my wedding dress.
Harry arrived in a slightly frazzled state and while I’m confident all will be well, she has earned the title of Mad Harry, not entirely reassuring!
Anyway, despite the chaos we looked at some beautiful fabrics, a glorious satin and a whisper of chiffon. The colour, well, without giving everything away, let’s just say it’s reminiscent of one of my favourite drinks, and I don’t mean gin.
And so after being measured and arranging our appointment for the calico fitting (June 7th yikes, I hope she finishes everything in time) I left Harry to sort out the details and hopped on the bus to Camden.
Wedding dress fabric, done.