Hetty has a busy season. She is opening a spring gardening show in Somerset. She has been asked by no less than four houses to be the patroness of a new-born handbag. All of them in pastel buffed leather. Her mother wants her to help redecorate her writer's nook inside her conservatory. Wait I am just drawing breath. And...and Hetty is a bridesmaid elect for no less than three important weddings. I sense this is slightly boring news to the more Bohemian readers but there is an upside.
Hetty now has a wardrobe, a separate Chinoiserie armoire, decimated solely to bridesmaid dresses. And eventually she tires of them.
For the wedding of the Hon. Prunella Fonseca Augustine Greeves, Hetty has chosen the new super plenty, lacy, floral, mini mini Mischief dress by Zimmermann. And she probably will make mischief whilst donning it... but I am asking her (this time) please not to swim in the ornamental pond or dance wearing the remains of the carved swan ice sculpture. Hetty is very popular for being well dressed and nonchalant. In the interim I am biting my unpainted nails to the stump. Please...darling impetuous Hetty, do try to make your dark shadow child of a friend a tiny bit happy. Be good and return this confection to it's spiritual home. The polar extreme opposite of a dappled society wedding: King Street Newtown on a Sunday afternoon.