Little boxes of treasure...

I love these little boxes of beautiful treats from Lobster and Swan on etsy....



Coastal Hideaway


A Little Something Pale



Flamingo


Strawberry Pavlova



Midnight in Paris


For when inspiration needs a helping hand.

All images by Lobster and Swan. Check out her beautiful blog for more inspiring gorgeousness.

ps...

No wedding recap today folks, I was planning on continuing our tale of getting hitched tonight but we've had an impromptu invitation to go and watch our bridesmaid take her clothes off in public.

Is this the coolest fucking couple you've ever seen?

A Desert Bride (and groom) by Michelle Pullman

Audrey, Elizabeth and Rose...

This is my wedding outfit of the day....

1920s inspired flapper chic, inspired by the too gorgeous for words headpiece by etsy seller Sweets n lo. Combined with the Marchesa dress, photographed by Karen Mordechai, that I will love forever and these Emmy shoes which I adore. I would dance all night in this outfit.

A word to the wise....

Think carefully before you post those fuzzy, yellow tinged pictures your friends and family took on your blog. You might think that it's a quick way to share the first trickles of wedding porn you have, that your blogging buddies deserve a little something for all the support and interest they showed through the dark days of planning and that you can post some more beautiful pictures when you have the time to delete your eye bags but beware, you might come back from holiday and find your un-edited self all over the bloody internet.

(Not that it didn't give me quite the thrill to be mentioned on some of my favourite blogs; Frolic, A Practical Wedding and Smitten to name but a mere few. And I've got to tell you, Smitten made my mum squawk rather too. Only because she's heard of Glamour, the wedding blog world? Not so much.)


While we're handing out advise I would also like to caution you against the advisability of reading what perusers of blogs other than your own have to say about you and your wedding. While your own dear readers may leave only the loveliest of comments in their wake, unfortunately the same can't be said for everyone else's.


Which makes me oh so grateful lovely ones, that you are kind enough (read: have the manners) to keep any disgust you may or may not feel for my choice of outfit/what I 'allow' by boy to wear/my body to yourself. It's much appreciated.


(Just to make it clear, absolutely none of the readers of the afore mentioned were anything but lovely, the betrothed community know only too well that no good can come from criticising the choices of a bride once it's too late to go back. And they're just too damn nice to say mean things about a girl's scrawny physique. For which, once again, I'm grateful.)


(Image by Lillian and Leonard Wedding Photography)

A bit of froth...

I love this dress, as worn by Marcia Cross who plays my favourite tv character ever, from Elie Saab's Fall 2008 Couture collection. If I was picking a wedding dress today it would be tea length with lots of tulle.


Today I love tulle.



Photo 1 from Style.com.

August 16th

Saturday August 16
Aquarian Lunar Eclipse

[This] evening as the moon rises a glorious eclipse will take place. Even those who miss the spectacle will feel the influence. It will liberate something, end something, challenge and revive some hunger for adventure in your heart. If solar eclipses invite us all to rethink our idea about what's possible, lunar eclipses enable us all, in different ways, to overcome fears and negative emotions that have been holding us back. Over the coming weeks we will all go through experiences that allow us to move on.

August 16th, 1am. An Aquarian girl just got married.


Words by Jonathan Cainer and via Secrets of a Butterfly.

Yum...

I think a few days spent in that first one might cure the blues...






Jenny Packham, Spring 2009 at London Fashion Week. Via Coutorture

Emptiness

I'm home. I'm tired, grumpy and despite ten days away and all the sea air a girl could ask for I am still suffering from a severe case of blogging lethargy.

It started before the wedding when my computer started crashing every three minutes. It continued when we got home after the wedding when I realised that there was no time to even think about having just got married before we had to leave again for a week's work. Getting back to find that having done nothing for two weeks there was a list of things to do that was even longer that The List we had a week before the wedding didn't help. And 'going on holiday' which was effectively just running away for nearly two weeks, weirdly enough didn't do anything good at all for that list or for my ability to think straight. Or at all.

I sit in front of the computer and my mind empties. Not in a calm, serene, breath through your mouth and allow the thoughts to drift away way, in a when did I become so fucking thick way. A where did all the inspiration go? kind of emptiness. I don't like it.

Photo by The Boy

Tweet tweet...

I finally finished them! And they looked quite dapper. The Best Man stood staring at them intently for a few moments then turned to The Boy,

"She looks just like Cara. It's the eyes, something in the eyes...." before turning back to stare intently at them again. It was rather late in the day and I think he'd been getting stuck into the homemade champagne.



Photo by me.

Playing in the grass....

Image by Heather of One Love Photo

lovely envelopes....

They could be completely empty and I would still be thrilled if one of these fell through my door....

Kristina, from Lovely Morning's wedding invitations. Aren't they the chicest?

Heavenly delights....

I read the following conversation on my aunty's Flickr page:




Red Haired Aunt: If you look closely you can see the bride's red shoes peeking out under her dress. She wasn't going to buy them because they were really expensive but I told her they were an investment, like buying a sculpture. I'm so glad she listened to her Aunty.

Unnamed Flickr Person: What a good influence you are!

Red Haired Aunt: No pockets in a shroud, as Granny says.

Unnamed Flickr Person: Your granny a fan of the old Monolos was she?



Photos by me. Shoes from Dune.

Girl, you make me laugh....

She really does you know. Every time.


By David Shrigley.

Bohemian bride....

I just adore this couple and their sweet, understated style. It's so young and fresh, relaxed yet sophisticated. So utterly perfect is it that when I saw this image on {frolic} I was convinced it must be from a magazine fashion spread.

Photo by Alison Cox

A little trip...

Dear readers, I'm off again. The Boy and I are heading north with my Mum for a week by the sea. I grew up on an island you see. A remote, slightly bleak but oh so beautiful island and I haven't been back for over two years. I miss it terribly and god, do we need a rest. The Boy and I have been either working or getting marred pretty much every day for the last three months and this will be the first time we've had with nothing (bar 30-odd thank you cards) to do for longer than I care to remember. We are run down, worn out and about ready to drop. In fact The Boy already has dropped, he's been in bed with the flu for days now and I think he needs to take in the sea air (we saw The Duchess today, the idea of going away 'for one's health' is something I'm feeling rather fond of at the moment. That and ostrich feathers).

I have a few posts lined up for while I'm away but to be honest they're a bit shit. My imagination is sorely lacking at the moment but I hope that some wind, salty sea air and a week without television or a computer will revive my tired mind.

And no, it's not a honeymoon. My mum's coming with us. I'm pretty sure that makes it null and void as far as the old romantic getaway goes. The only way we can afford to go anywhere is to hitch a ride on her holiday.

The Boy took these photos when we were courting (I love that word.) He came to visit me, he'd never been before. I took him here, I took him horse riding on the beach and I took him up a mountain to shear sheep. Now he loves it as much as I do.


See you when I get back. I've no idea when that will be, we haven't booked a return ticket...

polaroids of peonies

I'm in love with these polaroids by Sarah Beaver, they're just delicious.

Photos by Sarah Beaver, via Flickr.