I’m not going to waffle on too much, the Bride Anita has written a brilliant account of her Big Day herself and it is laugh out loud funny ( especially the piece about the entertainment – I so wanted to be there!)
Enjoy Part 2 Lovelies.
Injecting Personal Touches
The wedding had little bits of us to make it personal – Indian-inspired touches in the decor because I’m half-Indian, newspaper front pages for the table names because we’re both reporters, The Marriage of Figaro playing as we walked out of the church because it also happens to be the theme from Martin’s all-time favourite film, Trading Places
No Cake And Accidental Favours
We didn’t have a cake. It just struck us as a lot of money for something that everyone forgets the instant they’ve eaten it. It was a controversial decision with the mums though…
We didn’t because we couldn’t think of anything good enough and inexpensive enough – but guests did nick off with the napkin ties, which were made with Indian fabric and stitched together by my mum’s dressmaker, so they ended up being like favours, really.
They were one of the cheapest elements of the decorations but so many people commented on them. I made the place names using an ink stamp with an Indian motif.
Pale, Bright AND Interesting
For the table centres I went for vibrant lime greens, hot pinks and bright purples – serena gerberas, roses and orchids. I also fell in love with these bright pink butterflies from VV Rouleaux which I stuck in the middle. The bright colours didn’t look quite right for the church so I toned the bouquet and the pew-ends down to slightly paler shades.
The florist was Diane at Leaf in Rawdon, near Leeds. She was great – I didn’t know the names of many flowers or have any concrete ideas, so I just took a magazine in and pointed at things. She constructed these gorgeous circular arrangements as well to hang from the ceiling of the marquee.
The marquee people were brilliant because they were using our wedding as a showcase for prospective clients so they chucked loads of stuff in, like an outside seating area and a chill-out room. I had all these grand plans to decorate the place with sari fabric drapes, but when I saw the marquee it looked so nice on its own that it didn’t need any more decor. That, and I’m really lazy and had just realised how expensive saris actually are…
I Can’t Help Falling In Love With Elvis
So my first phobia was walking down the aisle, and my second was the first dance. Can there be anything more cringeworthy? So we hit on the perfect solution. We’d already chosen the entertainment – the completely, utterly awesome Chinese Elvis (just check out his website, that’s hours of entertainment in itself). The first dance was his suggestion – the DJ began playing I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You, everyone assumed it was a record, and then Chinese Elvis suddenly popped up from nowhere and began serenading everyone.
It ended in a big singalong. There’s a way to deflect attention from yourself!
His DJ, Harvey Harris, was also great – we gave him a list of all the records we liked and told him the wedding was an Abba-free zone, and he obliged.
The photographers were Ian West and Julia Ford at Modern Photographic, and they were completely wonderful. I’ve been friends with Ian for 10 years – I’m a journalist and he’s a press photographer – and he was the automatic choice. He’s seen me drunk and dishevelled so many times over the years that he looked quite amazed to see me scrub up on the wedding day.
He and Julia are a dream team – he did the formal shots, which took a maximum of five minutes because that’s how press photographers are used to working, and Julia did the reportage shots and hung around with the bridesmaids while we got ready.
Their pictures are amazing – I normally cringe at pictures of me but now I’ve got these I can’t stop looking at myself!
An Important Read
The best advice I could give would be to ignore everyone (and particularly insane wedding magazines) who says you need to plan things years in advance and go totally Bridezilla. I’ve never been one of these people who imagined their perfect wedding from the age of three. I wasn’t even thinking about it at thirty-three.
So apart from the venue, which I had to get in the bag quite early, everything was last minute – I started dress shopping with 14 weeks to go (the cut-off for ordering was 12 weeks), chose the flowers and menu two weeks before, and was still making things with bits of paper and glue the day before. And it all worked out just fine. I know it’s cheesy to say it, but what makes it special is that your friends and family are there, just being really happy for you.
Love that last image, so natural.
Just goes to show – as long as you believe in yourself a beautiful W-day can be planned in a short time frame.
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