The finishing touches

The finishing touches

After months and months of painstaking work, my wedding dress is just about complete.

I’ve lost count of the number of fittings I’ve had with my wonderful dressmaker, Rose. It all started with an image, from which she drafted a pattern and then reams of material were draped, pinned and cut and now bar from a few more tucks and a hemming my dress is done…

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A toile and trousseau

A toile and trousseau

It’s just under 150 days until Adam and I get married.  It’s both a lifetime and an instant away. We’ve had a very relaxed approach to the whole process so far, and getting a large part of the planning done in England, before we moved back to Australia, has been a big help.

There’s still dozens of things to do, and we know that week before the big day, when we’re back in the U.K., it’ll be a mad rush, but for now we’re trying to keep calm and collected and enjoy the special little moments that are happening along the way.

I’m exceptionally lucky and grateful that my dress is being made by a distant relative of Adam’s, who lives here in Wagga Wagga with us.

Over the last few weeks, Rose and I have been regularly meeting up, and now my wedding dress is starting to come to life…

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Postage stamps and pattern drafts

Postage stamps and pattern drafts

It’s a little over six months until Adam and I get married and planning for the big day is slowly, but surely progressing.

We whizzed through a heap of wedding tasks before we moved from England back to Australia and then we sort of hit a bit of a standstill while we got our lives back in order after a year and a half abroad.

Over the last week or so though, it feels like we’ve got refocused…

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Choosing ‘the dress’

Choosing ‘the dress’

Wedding planning started in earnest after Adam and I got engaged last year on account of some of the legalities involved in organising a ceremony in the U.K.

Within a few months we’d locked in a date, venue, spoken to a nearby flower farm about blooms for our day and I’d also secured the services of a local hairdresser and make-up artist. (You can read more about my first few tentative steps into wedding planning here)

What I hadn’t managed to do was try to narrow down the type of wedding dress I wanted…

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Wedding planning 101

Wedding planning 101

The day Adam and I got engaged was one of the happiest of my life. I felt so incredibly humbled and excited at the thought of the two of us getting to spend the rest of our days together.  Within hours of us sharing the news, questions started flooding in from both the northern and southern hemisphere about our forthcoming nuptials.

Had we set a date, what colour scheme might be choose, would I wear white, and the big one – where would the wedding be? It all suddenly felt a little overwhelming.  There were so many things we had to make decisions on!

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Almost Hogwarts

Almost Hogwarts

Adam and I had the pleasure of attending a wedding this weekend just past. It was for a lovely couple who are quite dear to Adam, and whom I’ve gotten to know well since moving to England.

The marriage ceremony was held at Malvern College, a prestigious local school. The school was established in 1865 when Malvern was at the height of its ‘spa town’ popularity, so its buildings reflect that .

To me, it almost felt like walking into Hogwarts, the fictional school from the Harry Potter series…

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An English wedding

An English wedding

I had the privlege of attending my first English wedding at the weekend.  Adam’s mum got remarried and it so lovely to be a part of the celebrations.

Whenever I think about an English wedding, it’s always Four Weddings and Funeral that comes to mind.  Historic stone churches, top hats and tails and a young Hugh Grant.  This wedding was a little different.  There was no church, no men in fancy hats (but there were a few ladies in fabulous fascinators!) and no Hugh.  It was refreshingly real.

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