I have mentioned Wexford in the past on the blog, as it a part of Ireland I hold so dearly. I drove down solo in the motor as my parents came from Cork and my sister is still saving the world in Africa. Spinning past the Ferrycarrig, I was hit by such a strong memory of my little cousins christening that took place there when I was six, now close to eighteen years ago. Although I was floored with how fast time has gone, it was a nice reflection to have of a Friday evening.
On the night of the soirée I wore a vivid kaleidoscope-esque shift dress, which I picked up in New Look whilst accompanied by Aoife on my standard Saturday jaunt. My Mother kindly took some outfit snaps, (albeit 1.30am after a bottle of wine), and I took my usual instapics throughout the weekend.
I'm currently a week behind on my blogging, but as I have purchase pictures from this weekend I may attempt a blog post in the coming days.