“You’ll SO be able to wear it again!” said my grandma/aunty/friend-of-my-sister’s/wedding guest I’ve never met/everybody ever, of my broderie anglaise Alice McCall bridesmaids dress, however, it wasn’t met with a cringe or laugh of fake agreement. In fact, I had to actively force myself not to even look at the dress before my sister’s wedding, in case I accidentally found myself putting it on and going out.
I thought I was doing well, until I caught a glimpse of the dress tucked away next to my favourite cowboy-esque leather boots and fur clutch – that was it. Not an hour later, I was getting coffee down a graffitied alleyway, looking like an extra from ‘Almost Famous’ and pretending it was 1976. Penny Lane who?