Sunday, May 20, 2012

Bobby, if you weren't my son I'd hug you.

So, another grey and rainy weekend, eh? I'm taking refuge in the house and using the time to sew, but I am a little bit gutted that the sun has gone in! I'll tell you all about what I'm sewing in a future post, but for now I'm going to look back at the Kentish sunshine of last weekend...

One of our reasons for heading Kent-ward last weekend was that our dear friends Victoria Deloria and Mr S were getting married in the village Vic grew up in, near Faversham. After such a rainy few weeks, I was delighted to see the sun come out over the weekend. The wedding was in the afternoon but as Nic and I had to navigate our way from Folkestone to Faversham on public transport, we got up bright and early. We did attract some glances on the bus to Canterbury but I think we look pretty spiffy:


Nic in tweeds and I'm wearing my Bettie Page Captain dress and my Vivienne Westwood for Melissa Lady Dragon cherry shoes - Nic's lovely mum took the photo


We stopped for lunch and a potter around Canterbury, which is beautiful in the sunshine - if it hadn't been for the fact that I was carrying only a clutch bag, I would have done a bit of shopping in Funky Monks, which had a beautiful Horrockses dress for £30! If you're in Kent, this shop is brilliant and you should definitely visit it. Before long we'd hopped on the bus to Faversham to meet The Rev and Monte, before making our way to Eastling for drinks with the groom before the wedding. I didn't take many photos of the day, but the wedding was beautiful - seeing two people I love get married was so special! Vic in particular was absolutely radiant, getting married in the sunshine in the village she'd grown up in. After the ceremony we gathered on the lawn for Pimms and cucumber sandwiches, and Vic changed into more suitable footwear:

The guests outside the Church

DANGEROUS TREES
The bride in alternative wedding footwear - red Hunter wellies

The reception was in the village hall - a hog roast followed by a barn dance. Parked outside the hall was Vic's something old, something borrowed and something blue:

 I've always wanted to be a tractor model....

Sadly we had to leave before the festivities really kicked off, but in any case I'm not sure my dress would have been suitable for an energetic barn dance. Nic and I had time for dinner in Canterbury before catching the bus back to Folkestone and it was lovely - if a little chilly - to have a wander around the city at dusk.

We were both tired out on Sunday and had a quiet day of reading, playing Scrabble with Nic's folks, and walking on the seafront. Knowing that we'd be by the sea, my packing was definitely nautically themed...


Stop Staring Sailor Swing dress and Vivienne Westwood Melissa Ultragirl shoes

There's not really a huge deal more to say about the weekend so I'm going to leave you with a few more photos:
Nic on the seafront...
I love the way the sunlight glitters on the water
On my way to get my feet wet. It was definitely too cold to paddle...
 Stagecoach bus tickets in Kent alway seem to have these weird messages on the bottom...

Blue sky over Russell Gardens, Temple Ewell

Waiting for the bus in Sandgate
Sandgate, Kent

And for now, it's back to the sewing machine. I'll catch you all in the week...