First Comes Love (and then comes marriage). I think every girl with a rock on her left hand visited the Oxford Hotel for the the First Comes Love alternative bridal fair. It is a little awkward when you arrive with your married friend not sporting said rock. Everyone gives you that knowing look before they say "When is your date?" ... what date, you mean like taking me out to dinner or something?
As promised it was chock full of sweetness and sass, inspiration and gorgeous gorgeous offerings by left of centre wedding peeps. Oh how peachy ... now I just need that rock!
