So, this is my first blog post, and about our own wedding, so it’s a bit daunting. (Okay, first in a while: I was a teen in the early 2000s, of course I had about three or four blogs in total and wrote daily in them about my struggles in life, posted black and white pictures with dashes of bright colour – yeah, I know – and love declarations to my besties. But they don’t really count, do they? I mean, sometimes I would do massive blank posts that were supposed to show how deep and philosophical I was. Anyway. They don’t count.)
I’ve been toying with the idea of writing blog posts for a while now and never seemed to find a topic that inspired me enough to start. And it hit me a couple of weeks ago: why not blog about my own wedding?
I got married to my partner two years and a half ish ago. (Most people don’t even know as I still call him my boyfriend and he still calls me his girlfriend. Husband and wife are just… weird words. I will still call him my boyfriend when I am 100 years old.) (He calls me “spouse” when he wants to piss me off.) (It works.)
We got married in Normandy, France, at the beginning of October 2015. I have always been completely obsessed with parties – not particularly weddings, just any occasion where you’d have cute stationary, people over, good food, friends, and cool activities – so I knew that i would spend a good amount of time planning our wedding and making shit. And I did – I was still cutting confettis two days before the day. That is how I truly bumped into the wedding industry: I made my own cake (it was my first wedding cake too!) and just fell down the rabbit hole.
Our wedding was featured in the ever so magnificent Rock’n’Roll Bride magazine (peak of my life I think) which was quite an achievement. The theme was “Wonderlands”, which allowed us to fit everything that we both love: The little mermaid, Alice in wonderland, Marvel superheroes, Star wars, The wizard of oz… each table had a different theme and I spent a lot of time thinking about what I wanted each to look like and what to have on them. I painted more than a dozen little wooden dolls to fit each theme too – that was a lot of fun. Little tip: invite your friends over for tea and cake, and get them to help you glitter everything you can put your hands on. My friends were ace.
We had done the legal bits a week before in Paris – you can’t get married anywhere else than at the city hall of the town you live or your parents live in in France – so our ?ormandy wedding was a big party and gathering of people we love. Our ceremony was officiated by my sister, who is one of my favourite people in the world, and I just cried from the beginning to the end. It was all very informal: we had a massive buffet of cakes and bakes for 4pm (known as the “goûter” in French), a burger truck for the evening, no staff to clean up plates or whatever so we were all doing the dishes together in the kitchen. It was magical. Everyone was so relaxed and we just spent time with all of our guests, no nonsense, just good food, good wine, good company (and amazing décor because PRETTINESS!).
I will stop babbling now and leave you to drool over our absolutely gorgeous photos. Just looking at them makes me feel all the love again.
Cake and dessert table: Tiny Sarah’s Cakes
Venue: Le colombier du manoir
Dress: Claire Pettibone
Shoes: Iron fist
Flowers: Fleurs d’antan
Food truck: Oh my truck
Make up: Aure Bret
Hair: le Boudoir à Do