As with so much else, I've been pretty rubbish at the Gallery recently. But then Tara said that this week's was particularly difficult, and I've never been a girl to shy away from a challenge.
I did cheat a bit though. Tara also said she was rather hoping that some of us might actually go out and take some new pictures this week, rather than using ones we've already got sitting in our computers, or on our dressing tables. I though, have ignored her, and have gone for the latter option. Even worse, these are photos of photos, but I don't have the negatives of either, and I always feel it's not quite acceptable to interrupt B while he's working "because I want to scan this picture so I can put it on my blog".
In my defence though, at least these are topical:
July 1981. My sister and I playing Lady Diana (and bridesmaid). No prizes for guessing who I got to be. And yes, that is my mum's wedding dress.
11 June 2005, not quite twenty-four years later. We weren't pretending this time. I've never been so scared. Or so happy.
I wonder if I'll be brave (and loving) enough to get my dress out of its tissue paper next summer...
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