Tuesday 29 April 2014

Confessions of an anti-bride

I often ask myself "how do you know when you're a real, bona fide adult?". When you own a house? Have a university degree? Are no longer carded when you buy alcohol?

Last October, I gave myself a definitive answer to that when The Boy and I tied the knot. (Perhaps I should re-name him The Husband...).

The proposal was incredibly romantic and we returned home to Australia to a barrage of enthusiastic questions that I was entirely unprepared to answer - when and where were we getting married? What would the dress be like? And the bouquets? What about the boys' suits? And name cards, had we thought about the design we'd use on the name cards?!

I tried my best to answer these questions enthusiastically and even went so far as to buy a wedding magazine or two to flick through. But it soon dawned on me that I was *gulp* an anti-bride.

Now, I don't mean that I didn't want to get married - I was super dooper chocolate fudge with sprinkles on top excited about getting married. I just wasn't overly concerned with the smaller details. Did I want good food and wine? YES! Some groovy music of some kind? Sure thing. A delicious cake to eat afterwards? Just try and stop me.  But as for the other details... meh. I was equally as happy to get married barefoot on a beach and have a barbecue afterwards as to have an elaborate sit-down do with all the trimmings, just so long as the people who were important to The Boy and I were there. But I soon discovered that that answer doesn't satisfy many people.

At this point in my rant I should clear up that I am not, nor have I ever been the "wedding" type of girl. As a child I planned all the places I wanted to see rather than what my big day would look like, while The Boy's list of demands were simple - good food, wine and company and a place to sit down when he felt like it.

As a result, in the months leading up to the big day we were both regularly reprimanded for being too laid back. The perfect dress was found on the first day of looking, as was the location (although, to be honest that was due to a fantastic tip off), the suit was found at the second store we visited, a colour scheme of any kind was thrown out the window because it was deemed too hard, while the cake was homemade and the florist chosen because of her proximity to where the big day would take place.

It was easy, no fuss and, more importantly for us, the process was mostly enjoyable. Except for those times when it was just SO VITALLY IMPORTANT THAT WE CHOOSE THE INVITATIONS AND PICK THE BOUTONNIERES RIGHT THIS SECOND BECAUSE OTHERWISE THE WORLD WILL INSTANTANEOUSLY IMPLODE INTO A BLOODY GOOEY MESS AND TAKE US ALL DOWN WITH IT! Amiright girls?

But here's the big secret - with the help of our friends and family we still ticked all the to-do major boxes and as far as we were concerned our day was just as perfect as if it had been planned down to the tiniest detail. It just caused a few less grey hairs in the meantime.

I have nothing against the girls who had every single second of every single minute of every single hour of the big day planned out. Hell, I more than once wished I was one of them. Or at least a functional female who could tell the difference between snow white and ice white, or cared enough to learn the difference

But I'm not. So I've embraced being an anti-bride.

Besides, I still get to look at this face everyday.



Here are a few other tidbits from the day.













We also had an amazing videographer -the beautiful Marcus from C2 Video. You can see the video here

In the spirit of total honesty, here's a big shout out to the beautiful people who also helped us to make our big day awesome-o.

Make-up: Fernando Hervas www.fernandohervasmakeupartist.com
Photography: Ivy Road Photography www.ivyroadphotography.com.au
Videographer: www.c2video.com.au
Location: Fig Tree Restaurant and Rooms http://www.figtreerestaurant.com.au/
Gown: Paddington Weddings http://paddingtonweddings.com.au/
Celebrant: Penelope Watson http://queenofheartscmc.tumblr.com/






Tuesday 22 April 2014

Bali baby

Well hey there! That was one hell of a hiatus... and there's no excuse whatsoever other than, you know, life getting in the way.
But it has been getting in the way in a good way, starting with The Boy and I actually being all grown up and tying the knot last year. It was a spectacularly incredible day and was everything we could have ever dreamed of. Also, naturally for us, it was also followed by a decent dose of travel.
But being southern hemisphere-dwellers who had succumbed to a life of 9-5 work, we had to keep it close to home and sp, like almost every other Aussie, decided to jet off to Indonesia. Bali and Lombok were calling baby!
However, in the wake of planning a wedding and all the mayhem that involves we chose to be pretty terrible tourists, more often than not choosing to lie on a beach and stare at sunsets rather than sightsee. But you know what? It was worth it, just take a look for yourselves!


















A second trip is already in the works - I actually want to see these islands and all their glory properly this time!
Oh, and yes I am terrified of monkeys now - those buggers can bite!