is my doppelgänger during this illustrious phase of my life, it's quite possible that I have found an eerily accurate deadringer for what I might look like when I'm 50. Behold, Woman At The Wedding On Saturday.
Or, "Get Mum a G&T, She's Getting Dry."
I can't decide if I'm elated or terrified. But I now know that what I need to find in a husband is a propensity for crew cuts and vests.
Also, I'm now accepting applications for any gentlemen who want to be the crew cut to my floppy hat.
(P.S. Photo credit goes to none other than Andy Barron.)