>> I'm almost tempted to leave you today with just these three sole images of menswear designer Carolyn Massey at the fringes of the Wilton Way Royal Wedding street party, wrapped up in a PROPER flag. Not some cheap Union Jack flag bought from a souvenir shop but a genuine flag that belonged to Carolyn's grandfather who had this flag up at his church where he was vicar. I salute this proper flag sighting.
Then I thought I was going to be offline for a bit as I leave for Sydney tonight so I best leave a few more mementos of the day. I guess everyone has already bleated on about how brilliant the day was, how magnificent and pitch-perfect the dress was and I can't add anything to all the chat given that I, like 1.9 billion other people just watched it on the box. Let's just say I got what I wanted out of it, both in the choice of dress and canapes and that's basically, all I was interested in really. The real fun was of course all the stuff on the fringe of what was going on in Westminster, and the general public responded to a day that could have been just another lazy bank holiday, by making the effort with their street parties and really making it a celebratory shindig (not just an excuse to get out pile on the cakes and booze...).
Frieda of House of Hackney aptly had her version of a wedding trousseau out on Wilton Way...
Violet Cakes got into the action with initialed cupcakes...
...as well as rigging up patchwork bunting...
I covered up my slightly disrespectful white vintage dress which has a gazillion covered buttons running up the sleeves and the back with some slouchy layers and a pair of trainers to schlep around in, taking in little bits of street parties around East London. Suffice to say I definitely don't regret staying an extra day in London, sacrificing jeg-lag recovery time in Sydney but enjoying genuinely good bunting time... vaguely gushy end note over.
