Nice Day for a White Wedding

So every little girl has dreamed of her wedding day in some form or another. I'm not actually that kind of girl, and I really poo-pooed the idea and ideal of marriage. I saw it as antiquated and unnecessary. As I have aged and matured, so has my outlook. I have softened. I wear skirts, florals and have manicures. I've become a lady who still loves the punk rock kid living in my soul. I'll drink a beer with the best of them, and scream to my favourite Black Flag song in my car.

I think my initial outlook on marriage was dictated by my opinion of myself. I had a very low self image, esteem and regard. I think my distaste for the union and my opinion towards it was all a cover up. I think I was just afraid that no one would want to marry me. Lo and behold, we change. We mature. I too want to be married. I have been loved. It can happen.


I am not opposed to the idea of living in unwedded bliss with strong co-habitation agreements in hand I might add. However, as Paul has stated, if one of the partners wishes to walk down the aisle then that is the way it has to be.


So I find at my age, nearing the 26 mark, I am looking at more and more bridal sites, reading more articles and subconsciously admiring cakes. I think it is more of  a biological clock thing than a yearning to have a "ring on this finger" thing.


This all comes across as sounding super psycho, judge me as you may. I'm perfectly comfortable with who I am, and will readily admit to this behaviour. It's not like I'm planning the big day or anything like that... Gosh you have to be engaged, however I do know what I would like to wear, eat, and be blinging on my ring finger.

So first comes the ring....
Sirkel Jewellery

My Dream Dress

Grace Kelly - I love the absolute elegance and timelessness

Kate Middleton
Such a beautiful dress -
Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen

 

I'll take either one - From Annica's Deli

What I know for sure is that I will be taking inspiration from the designs of both my Grandmothers' dresses. This will be my homage to them. They both had such exquisite dresses in their own rights. Thelma (dad's mom) had a lace dress that was well-fitted, soft and flowed with beauty, and Milly's (mom's mom) was raw silk and 1950's high fashion. I love both the looks. It is a pity that both the dresses have subsequently been sold and lost over time. It would have been a blessing to have used some of the material in a dress of my own, and I know my sister feels the same way. I will post images of their dresses soon. Their looks have to be shared. Plus the photographs themselves are fantastic!