
You know how some girls have designed their wedding dress in their head, tentatively booked their dream wedding venue, and picked out their engagement ring – all before their partner has popped the question?
Yeah, I’m not one of those girls.
My husband Ben proposed to me at 4:30am after tricking me to get up for a sunrise hike, which are two words I strongly believe shouldn’t be in the same sentence. I sat on the edge of the bed in a towel staring at the carpet for what seemed like a bit too long, until he finally asked, “so… will you, or…?” He proposed with a funny poem, and an appointment at a tattoo shop, where we could get matching ink rings that would never come off even if we changed our minds.
It’s for these reasons, that I knew our wedding was going to be anything but traditional.
Our brief was ‘70s-inspired tropical Palm Springs pool party in the middle of Byron Bay, heavy on the tequila. During the two-year planning process, I had a series of mild nervous breakdowns – and not just because weddings are stressful and expensive.
When I shared some of my unconventional ideas with nice people I’d randomly meet in shops, their reactions suggested I should maybe rethink those ideas, and I felt like society had placed all these restraints on me to plan the same cookie-cutter wedding. Do you know how hard it is to find a pair of bridal shoes that cream, satin and hideous?