The preparations...
Lizzie and her bridesmaids got ready together in one of the gorgeous rooms within Somerford Hall. Her style was vintage and decadent with hints of ivory lace and forget-me-not blues.
The Venue - Somerford Hall
Light, airy and clean - the Georgian windows illuminated the atmosphere and the beautiful details inside. Lizzie's passion for literature was creatively scattered within the table decorations along with strings of foliage and florals which gave a truly romantic and nostalgic feel.
The ceremony.
The sun shining and the air warm, Lizzy and Rob met each other outside in the pagoda in front of their closest friends and family to say their vows. There was a particular reading during their ceremony which moved me to tears so I thought I'd include it here for you to read or be inspired by:
Everything I know About Love, by Dolly Alderton
I know that love can be loud and jubilant…It can be dancing in the swampy mud and the pouring rain at a festival and shouting “YOU ARE AMAZING” over the band.
It’s introducing them to your colleagues at a work event and basking in pride as they make people laugh and make you look lovable just by dint of being loved by them.
It’s laughing until you wheeze.
It’s waking up in a country neither of you have been in before.
It’s skinny-dipping at dawn. It’s walking along the street together on a Saturday night and feeling an entire city is yours.
It’s a big, beautiful, ebullient force of nature.
I also know that love is a pretty quiet thing.
It’s lying on the sofa together drinking coffee, talking about where you’re going to go that morning to drink more coffee. It’s folding down pages of books you think they’d find interesting.
It’s hanging up their laundry when they leave the house having moronically forgotten to take it out of the washing machine.
It’s saying ‘You’re safer here than in a car’ as they hyperventilate on an EasyJet flight to Dublin.
It’s the texts: ‘Hope your day goes well’, ‘How did today go?’, ‘Thinking of you today’ and ‘Picked up loo roll’.
I know that love happens under the splendour of moon and stars and fireworks and sunsets but it also happens when you’re lying on blow-up airbeds in a childhood bedroom, sitting in A&E or in the queue for a passport, or in a traffic jam.
Love is a quiet, reassuring, relaxing, pottering, pedantic, harmonious hum of a thing; something you can easily forget is there, even though its palms are outstretched beneath you in case you fall.
Romantic portraits in the grounds...
The evening dress! <3
To our surprise, Lizzy showed up to the evening celebrations sporting a a luxurious white sequin frock to get the party started! Oh, how she looked so sweet and stylish accompanied by her frilly blue bowed shoes.
"After more than two years of postponements, it was so very, very magical to be together in the same room and have everything come to life in a way that we thought at several points might never happen - and in the end, it was more than worth the wait to be surrounded by family and friends."
- Lizzie Rogers
