-Cue me trawling through my wedding photos for hours-
Even though we're pretty twee and kinda cutesy, and Hubby & I would've looked mighty dapper in a skinny suit and a 50s short dress, we went a fairly traditional route with our wedding - which we both still agree was the right thing for us to do, but since we're only young, it was still a pretty good party, and maybe I did have one too many glasses of champagne and have to kick my shoes off I was dancing too hard (we literally had to request some rubbish music from the DJ so I could have a breather!) - but if you can't enjoy your wedding day then what can you do? It was brilliant, and not only because I got to call myself Mrs. B at the end of it.
There are so many details and moments that I could share, but where to start?! Well with the dress of course.
(this is my, I-am-really-excited-to-get-married,-but-I-am-also-trying-really-hard-not-to-fall-down-the-stairs-with-everyone-watching-and-rip-my-dress awkward face - we've all been there, right?)
My ivory wedding shoes were from BHS and only cost about £12 in the sale! I'd eyed fancy Rainbow Club shoes and all manner of other shoes, and considered the hot pink stillettos vs. the Westwood Melissa heels debate, but I couldn't justify spending £100+ on shoes I'd probably never wear again (the same argument can go for the dress, but I think I did pretty well to spend less than £500 on that so I cut my losses there). I also considered dying them to match the dress, but in the end, couldn't really be bothered! That sounds awful, I know, but they still matched and looked great, at least until my Dad stood on my foot on the way in - making the first sighting Hubby got of me as a blushing bride being me punching my Dad in the arm.
I think I looked pretty awesome, even if I do say so myself. When I had my dress altered, I had a tie added to the underside, so I could turn the big train into a bustle for the dance party afterwards, but when the time came, not I, nor any of my friends or relatives could figure out how that actually worked (fail!), so I spent the rest of the evening with a fistful of dress in one hand, and a drink in the other.
P.S. See the Mr & Mrs section for more of the mushy love stuff, or search the 'wedding' tagged posts for more photos.