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Big Days

I'm in the middle of planning my best friend's Hen night and it's got me thinking about how many days of my life I can actually remember.  Odd I know. 

I don't remember the majority of the hen that she threw for me as I rather predictably drank too much and was very ill by the end of it.  But until the drink flowed we had the best day ever running round Brighton in teams on a scavenger hunt, eating fish and chips by the seafront and generally catching up with my best friends in the whole World (apart from 1 who had to be in San Fran for silly work but I did think about her while I was dashing down side streets laughing all the way). 

I also don't remember most of my actual Wedding day.  Snippets of emotions, the man looking at me as we exchanged vows and shock at the whole thing actually happening.  Before the day took off, my most amazing Bridesmaid had to stitch ribbon onto velcro that had arrived with the flowers, made me cups of tea and looked after my mini niece who spent a lot of time eating truffles and eyeing up the champagne knowingly.  At the venue she fluffed the silk flowers on my dress without me even realising she was doing it and has been the steadiest thing in my life for 19 years now.   

Anyway, before I get completely carried away and emotional on this grey Friday I just hope that I'm pulling together an amazing day for her just as she did for me and hope she knows that I will always be there for her.  I want her Hen to be as good as any of the days we've ever spent together and I am so excited to be watching her get married in approximately 5 months.


- Photo by Tino & Pip, October 2011


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