I’d say there’s still a good couple of months until I’ll be able to share the photos from my wedding day, so I thought in the meantime, I’d give you all a sneak peek of what I wore for the ceremony on our big day, captured my one of my gorgeous bridesmaids as we waited to head to the wedding venue.
Unlike most brides (and I’m speaking pretty generally here…!), I didn’t even step foot inside a bridal boutique; when it came to finding ‘the one’, I knew it was going to come from Lover, and there was absolutely no question about it. On a day where I think you put so much pressure on every single element to be perfect – which it incredibly was – I wasn’t the type of bride who wanted to spend weeks agonising over which dress to buy, only to find myself doubting my choice later.
Having read about the paradox of choice many years ago, I decided to try on just two dresses which had completely caught my eye – I’m a sucker for Lover’s French lace – and while the dress I chose felt completely out of my comfort zone, in that moment, and in ever moment since, I knew that it was the right dress for me. I think I’d probably also watched enough episodes of Say Yes to the Dress to know that a strapless ballgown wasn’t even close to the direction that I wanted to head in, and I wanted something that was a little delicate, with an almost other-worldly feel to it.
But in saying all of that, I think I always knew I was going to be a Lover girl on my wedding day, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
I’ll be sharing all the details of the wedding in due course, so if you have any specific questions related to it that you wanted to ask me, please be sure to drop it in the comments section below! xx
I carry your heart with me; I am never without it. – E.E Cummings
On Saturday 15 October, there was a little bit of magic in the air. I married my one true love, my best friend, and my person, and I couldn’t have wished for a more special day.
Having just one person travel a few hours for your wedding is honour enough, but when at least 90% of your wedding guests have flown three hours or more to celebrate with you, words can’t really carry the weight of just how much that means.
Luke and I couldn’t have wished for a more perfect day, and I think we can only hope that it won’t be too long until the next reunion with our loved ones.
If there’s one thing that is pretty much guaranteed, regardless of how long I’m travelling for, it’s that a quirky pair of flats will find their way into my suitcase. Wardrobe typically follows suit of some denim, a striped top, a sweater or cardigan in case in gets a little chilly, and my favourite midi skirt. Three years of capsule wardrobes have essentially taught me the fundamentals when it comes to packing.
Beauty on the other hand, is another story. The drawers of my vanity are bursting with some of my favourite eyeshadow palettes – I can never pick just one – and the shelf on my bathroom seems to have more facial cleansers than I can count. So when it comes to a short overnighter, or two-night stay away, I’m often at a little bit of a loss as to where to start, particularly where my skincare routine is involved.
Is there ever such a thing as too much pink? Because if there is, I clearly didn’t get the memo, and when all your current favourites are in varying shades of blush pink (like mine currently are…), then you probably wouldn’t want to wear anything else but pink either. x
Going from the girl who wore almost nothing but neutrals, to the girl who now reaches for seasonal brights and details upon details in what feels like just a few months is nothing short of a wardrobe overhaul. Sometimes, life just calls for a change of pace – and an open mind – and the journey so far has been a fun one.
I’m still reaching for my tried and true favourites; the combinations I just know work – I mean some days, monochrome is just the way to go. But I’ve been adding to my existing wardrobe of core basics in a way that has really brought out an incredible element of playfulness, and I’m definitely not complaining. There’s ruffles, structure, and prints, all things reminiscent of my early twenties, but this time I’m adding to my wardrobe with a sense of focus rather than the unbridled abundance of a girl living at home with a disposable income (oh the joys of being 22!).
While I don’t want to reflect too much on how much my wardrobe seems to be changing – I mean, it is early days still – the parallels between what my wardrobe looks like now (colour palette wise) and how it looked before I parted with anything that wasn’t a ‘wardrobe classic’ is just striking. It’s not quite full circle, but I think you all know what I mean…