Don't worry, I'm not going to number every post I make. I'm just not that imaginative. That's why I am blogging about my wedding which took place 3 years ago in August... 3 years ago, crumbs. It doesn't feel like that long.
Although I live in Leigh on Sea in Essex I, well
@nikitheshrimper and I got married in Norfolk, where my parents live. You will find some of the most beautiful countryside and coast in Norfolk as well as amazing places to eat and shop. If you ever get the chance to go to Norfolk GO TO Holt. It's basically a town of antique and vintage shops (loads & loads), and brilliant places to eat. Especially the King's Head pub and restaurant. Anyway, I'm not here to advertise Holt, I'm here to show off my wedding; although I probably will blog in detail about Holt in the future as it is heaven on earth and we always go when visiting my family.
So, two and a half years ago I got married in a church in Ludham. Yes: a church! Scientist, church - church, scientist. Never have I met more religious people than when working with a bunch o' scientists!
St Catherine's church. Copyright to all the photos belongs to me!
I don't think there are many buildings more beautiful than churches. Outside and in.
The average wedding nowadays - allegedly - costs around £20,000. Utterly pointless, vulgar and - to be honest - a little bit unavoidable. It was always the intention that the wedding would be as cheap as possible using local people and supplies. We acquired the assistance of two local trainee florists who did a fantastic job within the remit of "I want the flowers to look like they were just picked from a field - no colour scheme please!" Their first big job: they did amazingly.
A beautiful car rented from a local eccentric lady, in my favourite shade of green.
My mother, who is an amazing woman, spent months sourcing plates, tea cups, tea pots and platters for the wedding. It was just before the explosion in interest in vintage and she managed to pick up many items for pennies. The bunting was hand made by me and my brother who is a total DUDE for all the hard work he put in. We used fabric from charity shops as well as curtains and bedspreads from Mum's linen cupboard! Hydrangeas and Victorian glass bottles decorate the centre of the tables.
Excuse the creased wrap; the corset was the most beautiful thing I saw, bought from Lulu and Lush in Fairy Gothmother in London. The skirt, I bought last minute the Wednesday before the wedding... which was on the Saturday. Cool as a cucumber.
My Mum, Dad, brothers and I spent the whole two days before the wedding setting up the marquee and village hall. My Dad slept in the marquee wedding eve "just in case". This cake stand has pride of place in my kitchen/diner now. It's one of the most beautiful things I own.
I wasn't interested in having an cake that cost hundreds of pounds: MY MUM MADE MY...erm OUR WEDDING CAKE! It was only one tier but SHE made it. It's not her job, she doesn't do it all the time... it was just for the wedding and she stayed up late, stressing, to do it. For us, that's one of the most special things of the day.
Ronaldo the ice-cream man can be found selling his delicious wares in Holt in the summer. The bunting can be found in a wicker basket in my house and at my mum's.
We hired the local, 1930s built, village hall which cost around £60.00 for three days, to hold the cheesy disco. Stuff your thousand pound for a few hours hotel/wedding venue.
The one thing that did cost us was the photographer. And it was the one thing that I would have done differently. He took many great shots, but I asked for more of the china on the tables, and the marquee generally. We didn't get the (rubbish) album that was included in the price but to be honest, I made a book through Blurb. If you have not used Blurb I urge you to do so. We now have memories in a form that we love and is absolutely amazing.
I love looking back at the pictures and I am so pleased with how the day went and how all of my family were involved in some way. And I love it that we all have some momentum from the day.