Okay so supposedly it was all about watching the wedding, which we did do. Liked the dress, very disappointed by no kiss in the church???? Royal etiquette is a bit unfathomable for a common commonwealth resident like me!
But really it was about the dressing up.
The hanging out.
The tea and scones.
And me winning ‘pin the panties on the prince’. So proud of myself.
A small, edited selection of photos – I’d hate to lose friendships in the cold light of day when the photos were taken in the rosy glow of dressing up.
The Atlas went as the paparazzi – you know the kind that hang out in bushes and send their photos to OK! and magazines like that.
I spilt sparkling grape juice on myself fairly early in the evening which meant I felt fully the classless 80s bridesmaid I was aiming for. And I wore my hair in a French Braid with the scrunchie.