Ok, ok. So I’m featuring a Scottish wedding on the 4th of July, BUT it is also a Texas wedding and the red + blue color palette was just too perfect. Plus, I’m pretty much obsessed with it, and I couldn’t wait. There are so many great details and personal elements, so I’m going to comment about them throughout the feature and add some words from the bride as well.
Truthfully, some of my most cherished memories of the day are the quiet moments my now-husband and I spent getting ready together that morning. It meant the world to me that I was able to wear my grandmother’s wedding dress and my mother-in-law’s wedding veil, and my husband wore his own kilt in the muted tartan of MacDonald of Clanranald, with cufflinks that were a wedding gift from his grandmother to his grandfather.
We put a lot of time and thought into writing the wedding ceremony itself, incorporating a ring warming ceremony and reading two of our favourite poems: an untitled poem by Rainier Maria Rilke and “TeodoroLuna’s Two Kisses” by Alberto Rios. We both teared up during our vows, but luckily, Stephen had stashed some tissues in his sporran (Scottish for “man-purse”) beforehand.
Stephen and I met almost seven years ago in the Bahamas. After ten weeks spent living in tents, counting fish and falling in love, he went home to Scotland; I, to Texas. For five years, we wrote near-daily love letters from our opposite sides of the Atlantic until finally, in 2009, we both managed to move ourselves to London, and thence to Glasgow. Given the history of our relationship, the vintage airmail theme for our wedding evolved quite naturally; our mutual love of literature and my adoration of antique silver and china neatly rounded out the plans.
My husband and I spent ages designing, printing (on our trusty little iPixma printer), cutting and assembling all of the paper goods for the wedding, including the programs, table numbers and seat assignments, and personalized notecards we gave as favours.
And what advice does this bride have for planning couples? Things will go wrong, so don’t stress. You won’t care, and you may not even know:
The week after the wedding, my new husband and I had a great laugh when we sat down to think of all the things that actually “went wrong” – I realized the day before the wedding that I’d forgotten to rent tablecloths; our dear friends and ceremony readers had to stay home with a sick child; I galloped barefoot around the garden all morning setting up tables and then forgot to wash my feet before the wedding; my meticulously planned table service afternoon tea had to be served as a buffet at the last minute; we ended up with cakes and desserts that were almost all wrong (and a few hours late); the musicians didn’t learn our recessional; and probably any number of other things about which I never heard! Had anyone suggested to me a month beforehand that so many things would go wrong on the very day I’d been micromanaging for the past year, I probably would have cried. On the day of our wedding, though, I felt as though I was walking on clouds and I don’t think that anything could have dampened my happiness. It was such a peaceful, joyful day surrounded by our favourite people in the world, and all of my memories of the celebration are filled with laughter and contentment.
Isn’t this wedding ridiculously lovely? And literally every detail, element, and decision has a personal meaning behind it: the airmail theme, the attire, the vintage touches. And the couple’s story… so romantic! Oh, and although I never would have done it (or even thought to do it) I sort of LOVE that they got ready together. There is something so romantic and anticipatory about it, don’t you think?
Oh, and happy July 4th! And FYI, no post tomorrow since most of you are probably out enjoying the 4th today and won’t see this fab wedding until the 5th. So enjoy it for two days and come by Friday for some Friday Favorites!