http://www.hesterbrowne.com/it-must-be-really-hard-work-being-kate-middleton/ New York Times bestselling author Fri, 07 Apr 2017 15:56:22 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.2 http://www.hesterbrowne.com/it-must-be-really-hard-work-being-kate-middleton/#comment-23 Lorraine Fri, 02 Nov 2012 14:33:04 +0000 http://www.hesterbrowne.com/?p=425#comment-23 I can top your story about exiting the car at the wedding to find your dress in an unflattering position (although, thankfully, there was no one around to snap a pic of it)...I was attending my dear friend's wedding in another city, and had to catch a taxi to the church - apparently I'd gotten one of those taxi drivers who'd somehow thought that when I said "I need to get to such-and-such a church STAT!", I'd actually meant "...after, of course, you've taken me on a tour of Greater Vancouver, BC". So we arrived in the nicholas of time to be seated before the bride walked down the aisle. I was in the vestibule, patting down my hair and craning to see if there was a spot I could slip into at the back of the packed church...when I heard a little 'ahem' behind me...there was my dear friend, the bride, waiting for the signal to start her march down the aisle, and she was signalling me to, um, have a look down, which I did...to find that my slip had ridden up around my hips, clearly showing through my semi-sheer pencil skirt. Luckily, my friend was in her 50s, so no dad also waiting there to accompany her down the aisle, so it wasn't a big deal to reach up under my skirt (after peeking out the door to make sure no one was arriving even later than me) and yank my slip down to a more ladylike position. Absolutely true, I can give you the bride's e-mail to confirm, unfortunately, I'm sure she hasn't forgotten! I can top your story about exiting the car at the wedding to find your dress in an unflattering position (although, thankfully, there was no one around to snap a pic of it)…I was attending my dear friend’s wedding in another city, and had to catch a taxi to the church – apparently I’d gotten one of those taxi drivers who’d somehow thought that when I said “I need to get to such-and-such a church STAT!”, I’d actually meant “…after, of course, you’ve taken me on a tour of Greater Vancouver, BC”. So we arrived in the nicholas of time to be seated before the bride walked down the aisle. I was in the vestibule, patting down my hair and craning to see if there was a spot I could slip into at the back of the packed church…when I heard a little ‘ahem’ behind me…there was my dear friend, the bride, waiting for the signal to start her march down the aisle, and she was signalling me to, um, have a look down, which I did…to find that my slip had ridden up around my hips, clearly showing through my semi-sheer pencil skirt. Luckily, my friend was in her 50s, so no dad also waiting there to accompany her down the aisle, so it wasn’t a big deal to reach up under my skirt (after peeking out the door to make sure no one was arriving even later than me) and yank my slip down to a more ladylike position. Absolutely true, I can give you the bride’s e-mail to confirm, unfortunately, I’m sure she hasn’t forgotten!

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