You know and I know at least five brides who have had complete breakdowns over glass jars. Or chair covers. Or hay bales. I'm not saying I didn't spend an unspeakable amount of time discussing glass jars with my sister - but if I could pass on an itsy bit of advice to anyone planning a wedding, it'd be to not sweat the little things. We made a pretty special day and there was no theme or bizarre colour scheme and there were no hay bales. I guess I'm lucky in having creative people around me - dishing out jobs so that there was space in my brain to think about other things really made for not just a lesser stressed out Nicola but most importantly our day was a reflection of us and the people we love.
(This cake is PINK INSIDE. And lasted less than 24 hours.)
On the day before the wedding I threw together our table menus and order of service. Placenames by the wonderful Caroline Dowsett. Cake by my most amazing sister in law Charlie Hackett. Flowers chosen by me and a mad Irish bridesmaid two days before the wedding in a freezing cold flower wholesaler's fridge. Glass jars, pretty necklaces and confetti by my sister. Photos by our pal Stu. Smiles, memories, and Tom Petty: unforced, un-themed and just exactly how we wanted it.