I think I have mentioned previously that I was never one of those girls who by the age of five had their whole wedding mentally figured out.
I had never really been too bothered about it. Of course, I had always believed in the depths of my mind that I would get married one day but the finer details of the event were a haze.
Once the arranging of our Italian nuptials were underway, my friend kept asking me so what kind of dress? What kind of place? Church or hall? Summer or winter? What’s your colour scheme?. I knew about the dress but didn’t tell a soul about it, not even my bestie! I knew it would be a hall of some description and I knew I wanted it at the end of summer. It’s far too hot in Italy to have a July or August wedding and far too cold in December and November for a winter wedding!
About the colours, I had no idea at all.
Over a usual coffee and cake brunch with my bestie and made of honour, she grilled me, even forced me, into making a colour decision. Peach? No! Mink? No! Olive? No!
Every colour option just seemed a bit, well, obvious. Until she had a beautiful brain storm.
“What was your Grandma’s favourite colour? As she can’t be there, choose that and you’ll feel like she’s involved in some way.”
Perfect. Purple it is!
My Grandma had passed away not long before and I was really upset at the thought of her not attending my wedding. This was a lovely sentiment and the fact that my bestie came up with the idea made it even more special (she knows me well!).
So the hunt for all things lilac and purple began. I only wish that Pinterest existed then because these pictures from my board, La Mia Bella Matrimonio, would have been my absolute guide and Bible. How lovely and rich does a purple wedding look?
And my very own wedding bouquet incorporating all my Grandma’s favourite colours and flowers!
What colour did you choose? I’m interested to know your sentimental feelings. Do share!