I’m going to split this into two parts since there’s way too much to share in one post on here.
Mr LTT and I were married on 4th July 2015. Yes, Independence Day, or Dependence Day as it’s now know around here. It was possibly the hottest day of the year, which commenced with a thunderstorm at 4am which woke me up (I didn’t get back to sleep…).
As you may probably know, I grew up on a farm so we were very lucky to have use of some land to be able to carry out our dream wedding. And it really was a dream. I’ll not lie; beforehand there was stress, tears and everything else that goes with planning a wedding, but on the day there was only happiness, love and laughter and we really feel we achieved what we had planned in our own minds.
We very much wanted to have a relaxed festival feel and named the event Wedfest. Although we’re not really festival goers ourselves, we know that it means having a great time with your friends, eating what and when you want, listening to great music and there’s usually a good amount of alcohol flowing too. And as our farm is in the middle of nowhere, we felt that camping in true festival style was also good fun and cheap for our guests who had to travel half the country for us. Did I mention we took the guests to the ceremony in a tractor and trailer?
We married in the Winter Garden (orangery) at Sennowe Park, a beautiful Edwardian pile built by THE Thomas Cook of travel fame. I’m very lucky that my mum could perform the ceremony for us as she’s been a registrar for almost all of my life. I always dreamed that she would marry me – there’s not many people get to say they married their daughter.
It was a very light hearted affair; my father-in-law read Shelley’s Love’s Philosophy, whilst our friend Sarah read a somewhat racy poem, Untitled by Bee Rawlinson which we felt was a fairly accurate description of love! Since it was a civil ceremony and we couldn’t sing hymns, we chose to sing “When I’m 64” by the Beetles which my friend Nick played on the guitar – we screwed up the singing so he made us do it again, much to the hilarity of everyone there. My sister played my absolutely most favourite piece of music: Comptine d’un autre été from the film Amélie too. As a bit of surprise, my mum had actually composed her own poem for the ceremony “From a mother to her daughter on her wedding day” which had me and many of our guests wiping away a tear or two.
Since Mr LTT and I met on Twitter 6 years ago, for my something blue I wore my little felt twitter bird that our photographer’s wife Abby made. Sadly she couldn’t be there as she was at another wedding but it was nice that it felt like she was there in spirit. Craig our photographer (Mr & Mrs Wedding Photography) has been our friend for a long while, so when we got engaged we knew there was only one person we wanted to capture the mood of the day. His style was exactly what we wanted and since I generally hate being in front of the camera, it was nice to have someone I felt comfortable with taking pictures!
The lady that did our flowers was absolutely brilliant – I loved my flower crowns and my bouquet. They were exactly what I’d asked for. For example, I asked for the roses not to be too bloomed otherwise they lose their shape. I like cabbage roses (these ones were Evelyn by the way) and they were just at the right stage. Mixed with the lavender, rosemary, wheat and ferns, the scent was incredible and also the colours worked perfectly together.
We didn’t go supercrazy on our outfits – my dress was a White Rose Bridal dress from Confetti and Lace but I did get my veil (inspired by Jamie-Lynn Spears’ veil, IKR?) made in China for £30 and had it tidied up over here (the finish was so-so) and Mr LTT wore a three-piece Ted Baker suit. Our bridesmaids wore Miss Selfridge dresses I bought last year – they were only £55 each and suited their various skintones really well. But my absolute favourite part of our outfits were our trainers which were made by this lady on ebay and she made special ones that matched the bridesmaids outfits. I did not want to be uncomfortable and/or fall over and you could barely see them anyway.
In Part 2 I’ll talk about our reception and most importantly…the food!