I paid loads of cash for a frock and then paid to destroy it?
How to Recycle Your Wedding Dress (Or Other Piece of Clothing That Holds Memories Within Its Threads)
You now how it goes.
Gorgeous wedding day, fortune spent on your wedding dress, then after the big day it sits in the suit carrier in the wardrobe.
So, guess what, as part of my streamlining and feeble attempts at leading a more minimal life style I decided to cut it up!
Yes really, you heard me right, CUT IT UP!
Well, to be honest I paid someone else to cut it up.
OK, take a breath. I paid loads of cash for a frock and then paid to destroy it?
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The colours and light change and drift from bright jewels of purple to stormy greys and back again. Your camera will not do it justice.
My Tiny Scottish City Break – it’s not just whisky and midges
OK, so I confess, I don’t like weddings and I don’t like rooms full of people I don’t know. So at the weekend where did I decide to spend a weekend, yes a wedding. A wedding where I wouldn’t know anyone. No one, except my other half.
To add to the overall joy of anticipation I also came down with really bad cold. I now had not only a sore throat, peeling snotty nose and no tastebuds, but would be exposing all the guests I met to my germs. Oh dear.
I put all the guilt of that on hold and went anyway. The guilt of missing out on the wedding, letting people down and wasting what was relatively the small fortune it costs to travel and stay in the UK being my main motivations. As any of you know who follow my blog, I’m currently earning about $1 per month from Amazon Affiliates so small fortune it is!
Did I mention that the car broke down the day before too, so last minute train tickets had to be bought – ouch! Pricey!
Back to the wedding. It was to be held on the Saturday so it would be foolish to miss out on a chance to spend time in one of my favourite cities in the WORLD, so Friday became travel day.
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