I recently got married. I wasn't engaged first, but I was pretty sure that my now husband was ok with the idea. Well, I hoped he would be, as he didn't exactly know he was getting married. Possibly this isn't the most honest way to go into a marriage? But for two very indecisive, nonplanning kind of folk, this ended up being the perfect solution. No compromises needed to be made; and he didn't have to feign interest in the colour of the cupcake icing, or how many metres of bunting would give the packed cafe the right feel.
I planned a secret wedding with the help of two sneaky friends. We managed to do a fair bit of the organising under the guise of preparing our son's first birthday party; and while my prospective husband did raise an eyebrow a few times over the rather elaborate nature of this upcoming event, he mostly remained oblivious.
A few untruths did have to happen along the way. I snuck off to get "milk" in order to meet with the celebrant. After arriving at her house, I realised I'd need to arrive home with the milk—we had our meeting while walking the supermarket aisle.
I was super lucky to have my very talented friend Frances (the dressmaking extraordinaire behind Swonderful) reconstruct a rather outlandish retro dress into something more contemporary and wearable.
Although she was battling morning sickness, my best friend Amanda made miles of bunting from our combined vintage fabric stashes, collected hundreds of wild flowers, constructed cupcake stands and endured hours in the kitchen to help with the baking! She is also married to a fabulous photographer, Malcolm, who took all our wonderful photos.
Oh, and I had a great time making Neko a mini version of the suit I was planning on persuading Rich to wear to his son's "vintage tea party birthday".