Dress: Jane Bon Bon
Cardigan: Dorothy Perkins
We’re now just over a month from D-Day, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to being just a smidge nervous.
Originally, when The Sophisticate and I started planning our wedding, it started with the idea of a low-key, casual event. Trestle-tables-in-a-park, everyone-brings-a-plate style. I was handballing ideas around like “helium balloons!”, “Fairyfloss machine!” and “Photobooth costume dress-ups!”, and anyone looking at my notes would be hard-pressed to tell if I was hosting a Hipster Wedding or an eight-year-old’s birthday party.
When the opportunity to stage the event at my Uncle’s property Terrara our ideas evolved into something a little more elegant, to suit the extraordinarily lovely surrounds, though we were still keen to hold on to the no-fuss feel for the day. After all, in the very sage words of one of my readers – “It’s only frosting. It’s the cake that matters”
I’ve kept repeating that mantra to myself over the last few months, but whether it’s the onslaught of Wedding Conversations (seriously, it’s all I talk about, I’ve officially become the most boring person ever) or an overdose of Big Fat Gypsy Weddings, I’m starting to feel nervous that my low-key, casual, no-fuss wedding might be…. well… not Weddingy enough.
We’ve made a few decisions that have raised some eyebrows (from the look of the thing, to how we’ve decided to document the day, to our compete disinterest in having a “first dance”) and a few things we’ve had to back down on (we won’t be doing our own music). A few of our ideas turned out to be WAY more expensive than we’d anticipated (*cough*Photobooth*cough*) so we’re trying to be a bit more inventive.
We’re very lucky in that we’ve been able to enlist some of our incredible friends and family to help us on the day, which is what we wanted in the first place; somehow it makes it feel more special to have our loved ones involved.
And I’m trying to remember Toni’s frosting analogy rather than succumbing to the “Most Important Day In Your Life” malarkey, because, let’s be honest, not everything’s going to go off perfectly without a hitch, and I’d hate to look back on the day and remember only the things that went wrong.