The Post I Never Got Around To Writing.
Back in the September of 2015 we got married. I wrote a brief blog post about it here. With it being the month of love and perhaps as we have decided not to do anything for Valentines day this year I wanted to write this post. Im guessing you may expect me to have been bridezilla if you go by exacting standards when it comes to interiors, however you would be wrong.
I really wasn’t that fussed about the details of our wedding. I found even picking or organising the slightest thing so stressful and weight was just dropping off me. This was the reason that we chose Cowley Manor as our venue. Its quirky interiors took the pressure off us need to decorate and it meant the weather didn’t need to be amazing as there we so many (Instagramable) rooms that you could be in. This turned out not to be an issue as it was a scorching day!
I had always thought that I would wear a very lacy and bohemian style gown. But having a very hourglass figure meant my dreams were crushed after the first lacy number was tried on. It looked ok and I received all the ooo’s and ahh’s from my maid of honour and mum but no one was blown away. Im guessing this is often the case but the last dress I tried on, my wild card choice was the winner. I had actually only tried on about 10 dresses and went to only two shops. Im a ‘get it done’ kinda girl.
When I stepped out in this dress my mum and Jessica started to cry and some people walking past the shop window stopped and ‘wowed’ at me. In that moment I did feel a connection to the dress. It was fitted where I was skinny and puffy where I wasn’t. I didn’t have to worry about Spanx or bending down to pick the boys up. It was the opposite of what everyone expected and I absolutely loved that.
It was like everything I had envisioned had to be changed because of the dress. I wanted wild foliage blooms and beads in my hair. I wanted to be very me. (slap dash and messy) What I came to realise is actually your wedding day is the perfect day to not be you. To dress up like you would never dream you could. It took me a long time to get my head around it but from the dress purchase onwards my Pinterest board turned a massive corner.
The night before the wedding Jessica and I stayed in the bridal suite. We’d had a hilarious day together and in true Jessica style things went drastically wrong for her. This was perfect for me (the ever caring best friend) as I got to laugh and forget about the stress I was feeling. After ordering room service of pizza and going over and over all the things I was worrying about I found I simply couldn’t sleep. Jessica played a hypnosis tape that she had been using and swiftly she fell asleep. Leaving me until 4am getting angrier and angrier at the man on the tape telling me to relax.
I woke up after my two hours sleep and felt fine, even excited but definitely not nervous! Si’s sister arrived carrying a mulberry gift bag which hit me with a pang of guilt that all I had gotten Si was a book on how to be a good husband. Im still not sure he has forgiven me.
I walked down the aisle with my step dad to Elvis Cant Help Falling In Love played live on a Spanish guitar. It was meant to be a surprise for Steve, my step dad as he is a massive fan, but he was so nervous he didn’t even notice!
When I got to Si at the end of the aisle he was so nervous. He told me I looked beautiful but he didn’t cry. The registrar whispered to us that the vows we had chosen were too short so she had changed them. I picked short vows because I didn’t want to say much. She changed them to the longest list ever. I was staring at Si thinking ‘did you tick the wrong boxes’ and was thankful when it was over! I nearly burst out laughing at one point because I cant pronounce Sutherland and everyone knows that and was waiting for me to say it.
The next bit was my favourite bit. Si and I were whisked off for photos. (With my best friend in tow holding my shit!)
There are so many photos that I love! If anyone wants any wedding advice I always say invest in your photographer love all else. Because afterwards all you have is your husband and your photos. Both of which I cherish.
Last few snaps, I know I haven’t talked in depth about every aspect but weddings are vast. My attention span is short and I believe photos will always say it better.
Photography James Fear
Hair Yoshi Hair
Cake Storyteller Cakes
Venue Cowley Manor
Dress Lyn Ashworth