Wedding Day

So, my brother got married on Saturday.  It was a wonderful day.  Full of friends and family.  And love.

No-one, not even me, was worrying or wondering as to whether I had in fact dropped a dress size.  And I don’t know.  Because I had my mother’s dress reworked and it was lovely.  In fact I got lots and lots of compliments on it – and many questions to know where it came from.  So I was pleased.

Not quite so pleased about how I looked in the photos though.  From the ones I’ve seen on peoples’ digital cameras for some reason I had my hand on my hip and my leg stuck out in the ‘official’ photos which just looks a bit weird when everyone else is standing normally.  Gaargh.

Oh well.

It may also be safe to assume that the quantity of food eaten and wine and other drinks drunk (starting with half a bottle of whisky imbibed with my brother on Thursday night and ending with ridiculously strong Pimms last night) mean that I have no doubt put back pn any weight I may have lost in the preceding weeks.

I’m sure there are times to learn how to be restrained during weekends of jollity and celebration – but this wasn’t one of them.

I will continue the blog though – would still like to ‘drop a dress size’