Photography courtesy Melissa Sweet.
Choosing a dress is the fun part and the slightly stress-inducing part. As a girl I dreamt of my wedding day. I had the best of both worlds growing up on a farm outside of Belleville and spending summers and weekends with my dad in Toronto. I leaned more towards the city life back then and probably thought a wedding at the top of one of the many lavish hotels would have been fabulous. In my early and some what jaded twenties I rejected the idea of marriage altogether, spouting off about how it’s just a piece of paper blah blah blah and so the dreams faded but now that I’ve found my lobster (who by the way mate for life) and have felt healthy in love, this very down to earth idea of what marriage is and what this day means for us has emerged.
When I think of the overall feel or theme, it’s romantic and relaxed. It’s bright and charming with sap buckets filled with wild flowers from the farm, vintage table cloths and milk glass centrepieces. Tyler is pretty indifferent thank goodness, but I don’t make any decisions without knowing he likes the idea too. We want to surround ourselves with things that are relevant to us and that make us feel good. And so, the dress too has to actually feel like me. There are some pretty incredible gowns out there but I’m not connecting to many of them. If I found something I liked and it was $75 I’d be over the moon. The problem is, I’ve seen the one, and thanks to my dad I have expensive taste but thanks to mum I can be grossly practical, so basically I’m a basketcase talking myself in and out of expensive purchases. Read the rest of this entry »
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