I got married earlier this year.
My husband and I were married in an evening winter ceremony. We planned to have our photographs taken by sunset, but a combination of inconveniences put us behind schedule and we missed the sunset.
- On the morning of, we ran out of hot water. I’m still trying to work out how.
- The make up and hair took longer than anticipated despite allotting four hours for three people.
- My shoes turned out to be awful and I ended up wearing a pair of high heels I’ve owned for twelve years.
- My husband and I were both very, very ill. I lost my voice the next day and it stayed gone for two weeks.
- To top it all off, a few days before the wedding I slept on my wrist funny and managed to sprain it -.-
Despite this, is was a beautiful wedding, and everyone said I looked like a Disney Princess. I wore a big purple ball gown, a tiara, and a white faux fur wrap to keep warm. However, the heating was on and despite it being the middle of winter, we overheated pretty easily.
I really miss my wedding dress. It was so comfortable. And warm.
There was food there – so much food. It wasn’t a sit-down dinner, because my husband and I never wanted that. It was more of a self-serve, casual kinda thing. Standing around and eating, or sitting if you preferred, and just chatting. Really casual. But also really glamorous.
Unfortunately, I was so ill all I could eat was two mouthfuls of soup (which was delicious) and a slice of cake. There was probably a dozen or more dishes available. I’m not really sure because I didn’t really eat anything so I don’t really remember what was available. Did I mention I was really sick?
We had four different kinds of cupcake.
It was odd being the centre of attention all day. I’m more of a ‘go away, leave me alone’ kind of person, I don’t really like attention. But it was a magical day where whatever I wanted, I could ask anyone and they would jump to go get it. I’d love to experience that kind of power again. It was like being a celebrity.
The venue was a big old Italian villa, which we decorated with paper lanterns outside to guide the way to the ceremony room.
I didn’t get cold feet or have any kind of reservations about marrying my husband, but when I walked down the aisle on my father’s arm my knees were shaking.
And I cried, but I cry at everything so that’s no big deal.
I made a speech! It’s not traditional for the bride to make a speech, but my husband is even less comfortable speaking in public than I am, so I did it.
We spent the night at the venue and I couldn’t sleep. It was the most lovely, relaxed, beautiful wedding in the history of the whole world ever.
For the honeymoon we drove to a remote part of the state where we lounged around in a cabin for a couple of days, both of us too sick to do anything. But we did see lots of wildlife, wombat poo (it’s shaped like a cube, in case you didn’t know), and even the famously elusive platypus.