The date today is the 18th of July 2018. An inconsequential date that is just because. But. It is three days from the 21st of July 2018. A year ago to the day that The Husband and I got married in the eyes of God. (And it’s likely, knowing me, I won’t be able to blog on the day itself.)
It’s soon my anniversary! More to the point, we made it through the first year! Do we get more recognition as a married couple now, haha?
Forget the year itself. What it is to look back on the day now! I do wonder what it would have been like if the weather had been like this last year – with all the glossy warmth even the North of England has been having this glorious month – instead of grotty and If I had been well[er] and basking in sunlight this time last year instead of holed up with a sore throat and a cold so bad the photographer didn’t want to take any close ups.
Anyway, I was delighted to be invited onto bridal site Luxe Bride, who often feature to talk about The Dress and a little about our plans for the design of the day. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, chat about my wedding online, and there is a more comprehensive blog post coming at some point, but it was slow in the making due to finishing writing my report of my Masters research and then job applications and the hectic shift work of my job. Furthermore, it did take a while to get the first round of photos online and then (about February/March time?) to get the physical copy of our photo album. Before then, I wasn’t sure about which photos I wanted up on the Luxe post and whilst it’s not as photo-heavy as some, the focus are on the dresses chosen and the stories behind that, so I wanted to make sure the photos actually highlighted what I was narrating.
But it has been here now, so enjoy! Here’s an extract and you can read the rest of the post through the link.
My three-string pearl necklace belonged to Chris’ late paternal grandmother – they were my something old. I was meant to be borrowing the earrings my Matron of Honour wore on her wedding day, but miscommunication happened and they didn’t make their way up North. Luckily – and after some night-before panicking – Chris’ mum let me borrow one pair of stock from her jewellery business: beautiful drop-pearls that I hadn’t even thought of wearing.