On the blog, I felt – after that week – a brief detour from all things wedding-related was due. Instead a little interlude and life update seemed more appropriate. But now (post-Trump grump over) it’s perhaps safe to resume where we left off with the wedding. So where were we?
Vows said. Rings exchanged. Tree planted. Confetti thrown. Matt and I, man and wife. And holding hands (and brushing off confetti) we made our way from the orchard to the adjoining field, where summery cocktails, cream teas and an ice cream trike were waiting. Even now looking back we remark with surprise, what a divine summer’s day it was; warm and fine and truly beyond our wildest expectations. As we sipped striped straws and licked drippy cones, all our concerns about serving guests ice cream in the cold and the rain suddenly seemed ridiculous!
So basking in the September sun we mingled with our guests; catching up and sharing long-overdue cuddles, before wandering off into Kestle Barton’s gardens for some group shots and a little greenhouse-appreciation.
For me, the best bit of wedding planning had to be styling the day. From the decor to the little details; constructing colour palettes and Pinterest boards and DIY projects on a shoe-string – this kinda shizz is seriously my jam. I am quite happy to get quite geeky on any that will listen. Simultaneously trying to be smooth and collected, whilst referencing Pantone numbers and wedding blogs and seasonal trends. There’s no denying I would do this as a job if I could – how else does someone justify getting weird over wedding design?
Still since our wedding was my first real attempt at this, I was going to need help and a great team of suppliers on board! Undoubtedly, one of my favourite vendors was The Cornish Cutting Garden. I’m pretty sure I’ve raved about their work on here before, but I just never feel they get the credit they deserve. Clare, in particular, did the most spot-on job (not only with our bouquets, boutonnieres and hair accessories) but in helping us with all the floral decor for our reception. After a year of collecting jam jars and beer bottles, she provided us with the flowers to put in them. Along with dried willow and herbs to hang above. Our dining area really was among my favourite “scenes” of the day. I can’t help but feel fond remembering everyone sat around that cosy evening; lit mostly by hanging tealights and dining on cake in the twilight darkness.
For our afternoon and evening (our reception in effect) we’d decided to host our guests in a clearspan marquee in Kestle Barton’s field. Partially picked for it’s likeness to a greenhouse or botanical glasshouse. Partially for the dreamy notion of ending our wedding day by dancing under the stars. And ever keen to fill our wedding with details that weren’t just visual (hello fragrant confetti) music was another important factor. The soundtrack for the afternoon was something I’d been tweaking over the year; filling it with our favourites, with songs that sounded like us. Songs that fell into our day like a body on a beach; our music was easy-going and often acoustic, sometimes a bit sentimental but mostly just pretty happy to be there. I have to say I was secretly chuffed when a number of guests asked me to send them the playlist afterwards. So here it is, the soundtrack of our wedding afternoon…
Just listening to these tracks as I write this post takes me back.
Venue :: Kestle Barton. Bridal Dress :: BHLDN . Bride’s Shoes :: TopShop. Groom’s Attire :: Moss Bros. Bridesmaids Outfits :: Needle & Thread. Coast. ASOS. Makeup Artist :: Amy Pike. Flowers :: Cornish Cutting Garden. Ribbon :: Pompom Blossom. Photographer :: Enchanted Brides