Before the was the country wedding there was Lulu's hens day. Her maid of honour, Ruby, organised a high tea at The Windsor Hotel and also a private burlesque dancing class afterwards. Now, burlesque dancing is awesome but I think my dancing skills are better enjoyed in private. Alone. Probably in the middle of a desert island surrounded on all sides by at least one hundred thousand million kilometres of sea. Obviously because they're that good. Luckily for everyone involved I was unable to attend that portion anyway, thanks to Violet's daycare not offering overnight or week long stays. Imagine a week of uninterrupted sleep! I can't imagine that because I will probably ugly cry tears of desperation.
So I was, standardly, just there for the food. And the henning. Whatever that is. The Windsor Hotel is fairly famous for it's high tea but as it was a Thursday in the middle of the day it was pretty quiet. This was great news for me because it meant that after Beatie was done being mum-to-be Ruby's new best friend forever, she could easily fall asleep on my lap. Leaving me so much more opportunity to shove sandwiches and pastries in my mouth. Delicious. You probably won't remember this dress that Beatie is wearing as a hand-me-down from Violet (who in turn got it as a hand-me-down from who knows who dropped it off at the thrift and when) but I can't believe it fits already. Nearly 6 months old. Nearly 16 years old any minute. Just for the record, I was later informed that Lulu did not in fact use those boobie tassel thingies at the burlesque dancing, as if I ever thought she would..no one is that henny, surely?