Author: rebeccahalfway

Saturday 16th April was, without a doubt, the happiest day of my life. I think I had a ridiculous grin plastered to my face for pretty much the entirety of the day.

It was the day Jonny and I got married and became Dr and Mrs Huck.

Here are just a few of my favourite photos from the day captured by our amazing photographer Jono Symonds. If I were to post them all you’d be wading through around 400 photos! (Be warned, this post is still fairly photo heavy!)

I hope you enjoy a little glimpse into our brilliant, happy party.

 

 

 

 

My wedding dress is definitely the dress of my dreams. After doing the whole expensive boutique try-on rigmarole I couldn’t find a dress that felt like ‘The One.’

After much deliberation and online searching I decided to go high street for my wedding dress.

My Mum is essentially the hero of this piece. She took my £150 dress and made it AMAZING. She altered it so that it fit my figure perfectly. She wasn’t annoyed when I ordered some sparkly stuff on Etsy to be turned into a sash. She changed the neckline so that it suited me better. She altered my bra so that it worked with the shape of the dress (and my not so enormous boobs!) She even embroidered our wedding date in blue into the underskirt.

As if that wasn’t enough, she also hand knitted me a little cardigan in the same shade as the bridesmaids’ dresses to keep me warm should the April day turn chilly.

I love my Mum for being such an integral part of making my wedding dress perfect. Without her I wouldn’t have had the unique garment I ended up with and for that I am eternally grateful.

It wasn’t too frilly. It wasn’t a big meringue. Most importantly it fitted my two dress hunting criteria; to be able to eat a full wedding breakfast (we had an amazing game pie and I didn’t want to miss out!) and to be able to go for a wee without needing an entourage of assistants!

It was the dress of dreams. I was able to dance away like a loon without anyone tripping over an enormous train and the bargain price meant I wasn’t precious about it getting a little grubby all in the name of a great party!

And yes, I did end up being the sort of bride who dances to classic rock anthems with a tie around my head…

All our amazing wedding photos are courtesy of the very clever Jono Symonds.

 

It’s been a manic old couple of months. I was debating whether or not to continue blogging but decided to do so. So, here’s to many more posts about things that I’ve been up to, things that make me happy and potentially a few little rants!

I know that this little space of the internet isn’t going to attract hundreds of readers, but that isn’t why I started it. I started to have my own spot to keep track of what was going on in my little world, and to share my opinions with whoever might be reading out there. Not all my posts need to be long winded, or trying to fit in with a certain style (that I’ve enforced upon myself in my head!)

For today, it’s all about an amazing afternoon tea I had with a lovely friend earlier today. Sunbury is a little tea room in Lancaster that I’d never visited before. It looks fairly unassuming but definitely went beyond expectations when they produced their own scone menu with 8 different scone flavours!

Should you ever be in the Lancaster area I would definitely recommend a visit; if not for the afternoon tea, for one of their incredible scones and a cup of tea! I can wholeheartedly recommend the cherry and white chocolate scone. (Insert all the heart eyes emojis here.)

If you’re still reading after my little hiatus, thank you for sticking around. Also, be prepared for a bit of wedding spam over the next week…

So far 2016 has been a mix of incredibly high, highs and horribly low, lows.

On April 16th I married Jonny. It was a genuinely amazing day. Even thinking about it now puts a silly little smile on my face. I’ll do a proper post about it all once we get our photos back (our sneak peek of these so far has been fairly exciting!) Here’s one of them.

On May 9th my Grandad died. I’m still at the point where somebody being nice about this can reduce me to tears. His funeral was on Friday and I really think it’d have been all he wanted from the day. I did a reading at the funeral and it was honestly one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But I like to think I made him proud by getting up there and doing so.

I’ve included a happy photo in this post; of my family who are, as always the heroes that keep me going. (Jonny is obviously included in this but this photo just makes me smile.)

2016 you’re being a real rollercoaster so far.

I hope it’s treating you all well.