“Ahhh the stying… I don’t think I would have words colourful enough to describe it. It was simply MAGIC. Everything was perfect from the music sheets on the tables down to the skull adorned with flowers that hung above us. I don’t think anyone could have decorated that space as good as you guys. We get comments every time people see the photos and just the decorations made the reception and gave off the most perfect atmosphere to be able to relax in the rich luxury that it was. The vintage outdoor seating area was a hit and we even got to sit down ourselves! Pure. Perfection.”
She can’t really tell if she’s dreaming or awake. The air is filled with fog and the chill in the air is surreal and does little but make her hairs stand on end. Her soul has a way of its own and she knows if she just lets herself go she will find out where she’s meant to be.
There’s something intrinsically magic and enchanting about the night. It draws you in without false promise of what it holds. It’s in the celestial aptitude of the night to transform the colours of the forest into something unknown and unexplored.
“Sometimes you have to walk on your own,” she whispers to herself as she treads barefoot into the darkness. This is her forest, she has no fear, there’s nothing here that can bruise her or turn her away- she is not faint in heart.
Her lips tremble and she can feel every inch of her skin underneath the beading and silk of the white dress she is wearing. Flames from a thousand candles are dancing and throwing light onto the layers of ribbon and silk that surround her.
A ghostly fog starts creeping up through the trees and begins to cloud her vision. Before long it slowly clears and she starts to see a figure emerging. Is this what she has been waiting for her entire journey?
Her heart feels like it’s exploding, sending atoms filled with hope, love and joy to the very boarders of her body. Her breath catches in her throat and her hands start to shake.
“You are my sun, my moon and all my stars,” he says before coming towards her. She confesses her love then he takes her hand and they leave the forest for the last time to start their life as a couple, no longer single souls lost in the woods.
One more last and no less amazing thanks to our entire dream-team: The ah-maze-ing floral designs (including all the head-pieces) were crafted with love by The Sisters and the one and only Abbey Love dazzled us all with her make-up and hair styling artistry. Our aesthetically-pleasing models (to say the least!) Nicole, Kellie and Erin were dressed up by Dolly-up Vintage Emporium and Indigo Fleur. Our favourite boys from Evoke Images and John Benavente were our personal paparazzo for the day and No Limit Pictures captured it all to make our own little motion picture!
We love you guys to the stars and back xx
The warmth of the evening sun filters through the trees as she makes her way to a clearing in the forest. She’s dreaming up stories of love and desire while wandering through the trees.
It is at this point that she stops; she stands still, feeling the rough grass underneath her feet and she finds her first clear thought in a while. “My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations,” a quote from a book she had once read.
All these thoughts racing through my head and emotions bubbling in my heart and the feelings in my bones. Surely one person isn’t capable of fitting this much emotion into one heart.
She is truly part of nature and it’s almost as though she can feel every inch of air that’s touching her skin, filling her lungs and keeping her alive. Running her fingers through the leaves of a tree she turns catching a glimpse of movement in the corner of her eye.
Her eyes explore the bush. What did she see?
To be continued…