One of my very best friends is getting married on Saturday. I’m one of her bridesmaids, which is an honour. Last night we went out with a few friends, for dinner, and then back to their house for cupcakes. Boy, I have been agonising over the perfect cupcake for the occasion, and settled on pink champagne cupcakes with a boozy strawberry on top. Festive and pretty, don’t you think?
I’ve never baked cupcakes before, and never iced anything either, so it was a bit nerve wracking, but I’m thrilled with how they came out. Tooth achingly sweet, but isn’t that what cupcakes are all about?
We had them with extra champagne (it would have been rude not to, don’t you think?), sitting up late, chattering and giggling, lit by fairy lights and candles. The perfect evening. Food, friends, fun.
This is Mama Val, someone very dear to me, a friend, a mentor, an inspiration, a comfort, a joy, and the source of some of our colourway names! I don’t know how I would have got through the last 6 months without her strength and wisdom and love. If the lighting wasnt so wonky, you’d be able to see her awesome hair – cherry streaked, ready for the wedding day (she is mama of the bride). She rocks. I hope that one day I’m half as cool/funny/plucky/creative/fun/naughty as she is.
I LOVE this photo. These are my girls. From left to right, Sarah, my right hand woman at Posh HQ, funny, feisty, down to earth, easy to be around, loves food as much as I do, always cheers me up however I’m feeling. Rebecca, my fellow bridesmaid, sister of the bride, and Rachel, the bride herself. These two girls are more like family than friends, and I love them dearly. We had one of the most fun trips I’ve ever been on when we went to America together in 2009. They speak my language. They know when to laugh and when to cry. They always make me feel like I matter. They love food, and wine, and Anthropologie, and fairy lights, and fresh flowers, and fabulous shoes. When I was really bad with depression, they checked up on me all the time, drove 15 miles just to give me a 5 minute hug, brought me flowers, and generally kept me going.
I can’t wait for Saturday. I’m going to take (and have Tony take) a million photographs. It’s going to be such a special day, and I don’t want to forget a minute of it.