Said a massive hello to the wrong side of the bed this morning. All I want to do today is go back to bed in my nice freshly laundered hoody, light all my scented candles, read my copies of Vanity Fair and Tatler and eat ceasar salad. Girl doesn't ask for much.
But I can't, because I promised people I'd go out.


This was Bebe's wedding dress. Little too Dolly Parton (gingham??? really??) for my liking but credit for trying something a little different from the rabies-esque dresses of the time.
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