One good thing about my sister, among many, is she has good taste. Having been brought up around fine fabrics and embroidery (she's been a lace maker herself) Emma has an innate understanding for the finer things. So I was not too concerned about what she might make me and her best friend wear.
As you can see from the image above I have the not so onerous task of wearing an Italian silver silk dress from Saba and a rich black velvet sleaveless jacket by Carla Zampatti. Poor me!
Emma's wedding colours are very modern, she's chosen black, white and silver with colour being expressed in the bouquets.
So the next few days sees funny ol' Florence undergoing all sorts girly proceedures in order to be fit to accompany the star of the day. I'm even having the blue died *out* of my hair just for her. While part of me would rather be making toys, I suppose I can endure it for my dearest and only sister.