This is my other 'mother tranquilizer', lace dresses. It's a wedding dress but I hate bare shoulders in a wedding dress so I would wear it lounging around the house since I'm not likely to meet a Prince to waltz me around a ball room. I just love the falling lace from the faux bustle and I would have it in, you guessed it, burgundy and with beads, swarovski beads naturally. It is how I would have preferred the Duchess of Cambridge's dress to have looked, I felt her gown was very hard with the pleated back even with the lace. Hated the tiara, it wasn't high enough for the heaviness of the veil. Bitch, bitch, bitch.
I've no bitching about this cake. It looks glorious although I think they cheated with silk flowers instead of handmade sugar pieces. Ivory on top of burgundy icing with touches of gold, definitely me.
No photos of shoes, I'm going barefoot.
Mother is back from the grave. My sister, the geriatric nurse of nearly 40 years, has never seen any one come back as many times as she has. We know the other boot is going to fall but it's almost like that experiment where the fluid flows so slowly it only forms a droplet about once in a hundred years.