This is going to be a monumental post as I've piled all of my favourite images from our wedding here, and we have a lot of them. I am so lucky to work in this industry, giving me the connections to work with industry titans. Our wedding photographer Melanie Fiander of Fiander Foto flew into Scotland from Bermuda to shoot our wedding. Yup, you read that right. Her blog post is here.
We had the beyond wonderful James Little and Rosie Hardy of Little Films on videography. I've screen shotted so many stills from our video because it truly is a visual masterpiece.
I even photographed my ladies getting their hair and make up done along with my details, simply because I couldn't resist it. Lastly, my dear uncle Brian photographed all of our guests and did a stellar job.
It might be an industry faux-pas to put all the images in one blog post but I have so much love for all of these photographs and together the tell complete story of our wedding.
Catherine McCarter Make up and Carl Zabrowski Hair were fantastic and such a good giggle too. I forgot to bring along so many things on our wedding day (the list of things I forgot about is ridiculous) and this included the bluetooth speaker we brought to Portugal.... I ended up putting my phone inside a victorian wash basin and it worked a treat.
Too well maybe. The sting quartet began playing as I was putting my dress on and I was desperate to hear the romantic songs I'd chosen played on strings but just when Paca Bell's Cannon was drifting down the hall, my girls starting screaming along to Jolene by Dolly Parton at the top of their lungs and the strings were hilariously drowned out.
One of my favorite, unexpected parts of the day, was the warm and fuzzy feeling that I got while watching all of our suppliers set up for OUR wedding. It was such a surreal feeling to sit back and watch everyone work hard to create my dream day. It was the best surprise feeling that I didn’t expect.
I didn’t know what my bouquet would look like until it arrived a couple of hours before the wedding so my dramatic bouquet was a (beautiful) surprise on the day. I had told Amy Annand I wanted something wild and natural looking and although I asked if she could include succulents and peonies, we agreed she would go ahead and use whatever blooms looked best on the day. They turned out perfectly!
Abbie and Jaimie thoughtfully gifted me with an antique Irish 6 pence and rather than put it in my shoe, they had a jeweller put it on an ankle chain. I adore this sentimental twist on tradition.
(I love this photo of my husband ^)
For two years I had imagined our wedding ceremony to be outside in front of the stunning lilac wisteria, but my biggest fear came true, IT RAINED. Yep. Poured. We had to finally accept defeat and move it indoors. In the end we didn't have an aisle, which felt a little bit strange. We were married at the bottom of the stairs with our guests standing around the bottom. All I could focus on was how to walk down the stairs whilst holding my skirt, my bouquet and my dad's arm without tripping, until I saw Karl at the foot of the stairs, tears in his eyes. My favourite moment of the entire day.
A humanist ceremony allowed us to make it as personal as possible. We wrote our own vows and couldn't believe how similar they were. They were phrased almost identically, despite them being written in secret.
One of my favourite parts of our ceremony was the quaich. My uncle Warren leant us a giant, antique silver quaich and my dad poured in a dram of Scottish single malt and Karl's dad poured in an Irish whiskey. The idea being, once these two whiskys are blended, they cannot be separated.