Five months and 20 days later than planned, on 24 October 2020, Guillaume and I finally got all dressed up to exchange vows and say ‘I do’ under an indigenous tree canopy in front of a (relatively) intimate gathering of loved ones. We were gifted a perfect spring-on-the-cusp-of-summer-day at the Harold Porter National Botanical Garden in Betty’s Bay, with a light breeze ruffling hems and hairdos as the sun kissed our cheeks, hands, necks and brows.
Friends, today I experienced one of the most ass-kicking internet days of my entire life. It’s true. There was just so much goodness finding its way onto my screen, as though I had been manifesting “lols,” “awws” and “awesomes” for months on end, a-la followers of/believers in The Secret, only to have it all culminate in one spectacular day! It’s been so overwhelming, I just had to share the cream of the already very creamy crop with you. Rock ‘n Roll bride Rockabilly brides with red shoes and tattoos, grungy grooms, pink hair, leopard print, skulls and all sorts of wayward wedding paraphernalia feature on this bouncy blog. And while…