Shot of the Summer. Caught offhand on the Kings Road, coming out of Chelsea Registry Office. She look so happy, and the colours are so vivid. I wish I’d been quick enough to take more than one shot.
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Wedding
Last night we went to a wedding reception. Greg and Mike got married, and we went along in the evening to celebrate with them. It was lovely. And I wore a dress. Not only a dress, but a red dress.
The dress is from Jasper Conran at Debenhams, and I teamed it up with some sparkly cuffs, sparkly shoes and a super-sparkly bag. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a picture of me in the dress, so here’s one of the model!
I’ve had it a while, but never actually worn it. In fact, I’d never even taken the tags out of it. I’ve tried it on a few times but have never been brave enough to leave the house in it, but a wedding seemed the right time to dress up a bit. It felt good.
This week we had multiple celebrations. Madge and I have been married 10 years. 10 years! A whole fucking decade.
It’s been a blur of cocktails and business and hotels and motorbikes and fun and laughter and worry and togetherness. The fun and laughter and togetherness always outweighed the worry. Motorbikes will always be fast and business will always be business. In the end. There’s more to it, there always is…but that remains between me and him.
We’ve come out of it still in love and still friends with his kids. The two things that mattered. I literally couldn’t have asked for more. I take my marriage model from my parents, and as they have reached 46 years, I still have some way to go.
Also, this week, it was His Birthday. When someone says to you, ‘I don’t want anything’ it’s impossible to know what to get him for his Birthday. So, instead of presents, we did some stuff. Low key, lovely stuff.