pasties and petticoats wedding blogger donna sharpe on her own wedding day

I guess it was around 7am when I woke, bleary eyed, excited, nervous, happy… it was 07.07.07, I was in the bridal suite at The Alverton accompanied by my trio of bridesmaids, and the sun was shining. It was my wedding day!!

 

After a New Years Eve proposal, we’d had 18 months of preparation to get to this day. A ceremony at The Alverton in the beautiful Great Hall, pimms on the terrace then back to my Uncle’s garden for a stunning marquee reception which we’d spent many days with all hands on deck to get looking gorgeous.

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The Bridal Suite soon became a hive of activity – hairdressers, bridesmaids, my Mum arriving with the two little flower girls… there wasn’t time to be nervous, and before I knew it, it was somehow time to step into my dress, do the ‘official bits’ with the registrar and take my Dad’s arm. I’m not sure who was beaming more – Dad or I – but I know it was a very happy and special moment for both of us, and my heart swells with love and happiness as I remember him walking me down the aisle, and seeing my Mum looking absolutely perfect as he joined her, and I joined The Husband-To-Be.

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The ceremony I’d been so nervous about flew by in a flash. A couple of little faux pas by the registrar raised some laughs, as did my scowl at the guests as they were asked whether anyone had any objections to our impending marriage!

We walked down the aisle as Mr & Mrs, both beaming from ear to ear, to the tune of Bill Withers Lovely Day, and headed to the terrace for congratulations and a catch up with guests.

The photographers made the most of the gardens and backdrop at The Alverton, grabbing group shots and couple portraits before we headed off back to the marquee.

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I’d always had a vision of how the marquee would look, and I worked hard to bring together various elements that I thought would work. But as I’d left the marquee the previous evening with it not quite finished, nothing had quite prepared me for how it would look. The gang of family troopers we’d left working on Wedding Day Eve had transformed it. I couldn’t have wished for better.

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The day flowed seamlessly – amazing food, great speeches, fizz galore, chatting, smiling, dancing… you hear people saying how amazing their wedding day was and how fast it went, honestly, none of it is a lie. You can’t really appreciate it until you’re there in the moment but it really is so special.

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And so today, The Husband and I celebrate 10 years of marriage.

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I can’t lie, there have been ups and downs. Times where we’ve struggled to like each other, but we’ve always loved each other, and when the going gets tough that’s always what pulls us through.

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He is my rock. He’s always there when I need him. He makes me laugh, I love that he loves to cook, doesn’t take any shit from people that don’t matter, is firmly protective of those he loves, plays ukelele around the campfire and humours my little foibles. He’s my person, and I’m his. Today I’d say we’re probably happier than ever before. Maybe it’s down to being older and wiser, to having a few more years under our belt as a couple, I don’t know, but our strength comes in our togetherness. We’re a team.

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Whatever you’re looking for in marriage, let it include friendship,
love, support, mutual appreciation and respect.

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I guess I feel this now even more than ever. As we celebrate our marriage milestone and look back on our wedding photos, it’s hard to believe how many of the loved ones who shared our day are no longer with us. Life is precious. Keep the ones you love close to you. Let them know you love them. Cherish them.

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                           Mrs Sharpe

                                          (I still love saying that 10 years on!)

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Here’s some pictures… apologies for the poor quality, the originals are stuck on a broken hard drive so the best I could manage was these which I found on and downloaded from facebook…

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