I’m not going to lie, this part did give me a few palpitations. As per
my earlier posts, a big white wedding dress was completely out of the question.
Have you seen that episode of Sex and the City where Sarah Jessica Parker tries
on a big white dress and comes out in hives? That would be me.
That said, I did like the idea of something white, or off white. Despite
our completely non-traditional approach I thought that this would be a nice
element to incorporate.
After a few failed attempts via mail order (thanks Net
a Porter but they were just all wrong) I hit the mall after work one night with
grim determination. After an hour in Temperley where I oh-so-nearly bought a
dress (Grecian, gorgeous, but really just too wedding-like) I stumbled across
the perfect frock in Galleries Layfayette. (Mental note to spend more time in
Gals Laf, tis fabulous).
You may have seen it by now – if not, it’s a gorgeous, mid length, mid
sleeved, clingy-in-all-the-right-places without looking trampy (no one likes a
vicar with a hard on) stone cocktail dress.
It’s a dress that just screamed ‘wear
me’, sassy, sexy, elegant, with a whiff of old-school Hollywood glamour - exactly
the look I was going for. And I just happened to spy the perfect fur stole
through another shop window, so schnaffled that up and was good to go. Nude
peep toe pumps and my grandmother’s vintage alligator clutch bag and we were
all set.
What’s that you say? What did HE wear? You’re really interested?! Oh,
okay then. The groom wore a beautiful bespoke black suit with waistcoat (the
brief to the tailor was the Tom Ford/Daniel Craig suit), with black patent
sneakers (no really, and they looked fabulous). No handbag.
The treat for me was seeing him in a suit. As a creative entrepreneur,
it’s rare to see my husband (oh so strange saying that!) in a suit. In almost 3
years this is only the second time (the first was at a friend’s wedding.) Dear
reader, he scrubs up well, let me tell you.
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| The suit. The waistcoat....it deserved a snog. |
