JUNE 10, 2017
Brides should be cautioned about the WPW (wedding photo wait). I have no idea why, in amongst all the articles and advice shared online and in person, not one person advised me to retain some patience and composure. I would need these reserves so that I could live out the eight weeks following the wedding before ‘the drop. ‘The drop’ refers to the arrival of our online gallery to my email inbox that ensued whilst I sat in the stands of Camp Nou next to my elder brother watching a game of football. I spent the entire second half desperately resisting the urge to open the gallery and scroll like the wind! Instead I had to keep my eyes on Messi and Ronaldo so as to be accepted by the passionate Barca fans and remain in the good favour of my brother. Side note: what is it about an older brother and his inability to comprehend the magnitude of a wedding photo drop while at a Barcelona vs Real Madrid match? So very strange… Anyway IMO these snaps were worth the wait, (wait entirely reasonable by wedding standards), thank you to those who waited with me and fielded my whiny, impatient messages.
HERE THEY ARE, our wedding photos, in all their wedding-y glory! I thought they belonged on paristhethird even though I have been hideously lax over the last year and a half with my posts. Anyone who has been married knows that feeling of looking out at a sea of shiny, sweaty, (due to the heat), happy faces and taking a mental snapshot in the hopes you will always remember it. This is my way of recording our wedding and entering it as a big chapter, in our story of moving to France. When we decided to boldly go all out and declare ourselves as one of those obnoxious destination wedding couples, (and in doing so stretching destination to its furthest points for some guests), we never anticipated such a wonderful turn out.
I like to believe it is 80% due to the love each guest had for us and 20% due to that magical word chateau especially with the word French in front. Ok maybe 50/50, people will fly across oceans for a turret I tell you. Oh and hey, fun fact, the word chateau in French is actually quite a loose term. It can encompass vineyards, manor houses, country houses or castles. I could’ve bamboozled all of our guests by planting few vines in the planter boxes on our balcony, growing grapes, harvesting them, squashing them between my toes and creating wine à la vineyard for an apartment ceremony, but I didn’t. We were married at Chateau de Jalesnes, which is what I would definitely classify as a chateau chateau, there are over 400 in the Loire Valley region and we unbiased-hands down picked the most magical one of them all. Chateau Chambord? Nope never heard of it, Chateau Chenonceau? Move along! Another fun fact for those still reading, when googling chateau stats and facts one of the ‘most asked’ questions by google was what is a chateau potato? Valid question, and as you’re now extremely curious I’ll share the answer, shockingly it is in fact a potato dish. Back to OUR* chateau, Hugh discovered it on AirBnB after I was frustrated trawling through places (and prices) that just weren’t right. It was a setting beyond my wildest expectations with a pool, chapel room for a dance-floor, and enough bedrooms to house our immediate family, bridal party and friends. Shout out to the self-appointed spinster tower – you know who you are.
Now for some special mentions if you’re still reading:
Our MC KC who you may remember, (if you are a longtime PTT reader, hello Mum), from the posts when she visited soon after we moved to Paris, really worked that Mic! Not only because she was hilarious but because she had put so much thought and time into her role. She had a MC KC branded bag of swag that included items that tables could win by correctly answer a Hugh + Celia quiz she had put together. The items were an array of mouse-pads, iPhone covers, a whistle, a t-shirt all in a neutral white with Hugh’s shot from a topless calendar shoot (I know) printed on them. I knew she would be marvelous, and she was even better than that.
My bridesmaid Olivia delivered the greatest speech of all time. I would Kanye interrupt anyone who tried to declare otherwise. She was warm and witty and made fun of Hugh. Moving to Melbourne with Olivia and Alex was the start of my adult life and the best decision I ever made. She managed to convey so much about that time and also about Hugh and I, her perceptions and her words were woven so well that I will cry if I think about it too much. She also quoted a sentiment from Dumbledore to Harry, so I mean yeah, job done.
Jools had to follow up Liv and was perfect. He made me laugh so hard, and so large that there is a photo where my chin melts into my neck. It’s not in the gallery below though; it’s for private use only. I can’t wait to watch his speech back.
Our families were excited when they needed to be, and calm when they needed to be, helpful when we demanded it and hands off when we demanded it. Sorry I turned down your offer of a horse and carriage Dad, I just really am quite afraid of horses.
To everyone who came thank you so much for surrounding us with your warm wishes, and warm body heat (sorry I had the wedding outside). You’re all FABULOUS and GORGEOUS! Consider this your Thank You card! (THIS IS A JOKE MUM).
To my best friend Hugh, you definitely out grhughmed James Matthews (and every other groom). Olivia was right; you looked like a Disney prince.
Ramble shmamble over I hope you enjoy these photos and I hope in them you can see all the love heart emoji eyes, literal tears, outrageous dance moves and ALL OF THE FEELS.
Until next time…
The next post I mean not the next wedding, don’t worry I had two; I really lived my best life.
P.S. VOTE YES TO MARRIAGE EQUALITY AUSTRALIA! LOVE IS LOVE ! WEDDINGS FOR ALL !
*not ours officially, but emotionally ours.
Ok, so a facebook album would’ve been much easier.
All photos by Haydn Rydings Photography http://www.haydnrydings.co.uk/ who comes HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! Photos not to be used or republished without permission.