One of my earliest memories, is from when I was a bridesmaid for my aunt. I was 3 years old, the youngest of three bridesmaids. Because I was the only one on my aunt’s side of the family, I remember my nan fussing over me, making sure she knew where I was, making sure I was safe. My Nanny Jane always spoiled me, she really was the best nan in the world.
The memory is made ever so slightly more embarassing, by the fact that I fell down the stairs in the church, and all the flowers in my basket fell on to the floor! Even as a 3 year old, I remember the humiliation. Why was it me falling over, and not the big grown up bridesmaids?!
My aunt got married in August 1991. This is me, wearing my bridesmaid dress Christmas Day, that year. I felt like a real princess, dancing with my dad.