Finding time to update my blog more often was something that I told myself I’d do in 2019, and writing posts whenever I get the chance is turning out to be more therapeutic than I first thought – who knew?
Finding the line between oversharing and shutting myself off is something that I haven’t quite managed to work out yet, with me mostly falling into the latter group; I’m trying to work on that though, so maybe the half-written, discombobulated paragraphs will make their way onto this blog one day. With that said, one thing that I most definitely haven’t mentioned is the fact that I’m engaged. Like, for at least five and a half months.
Harrison proposed to me at midnight on New Year’s Eve/Day and as much as I’d like to say I’ve been caught up in the whirlwind of wedding planning, it hasn’t been that stressful. So far, every detail has seemingly fallen into place quite well and whilst I’m sure everything will suddenly be on top of us a couple of months before, we’re very chilled about it which is the best thing I could’ve asked for.
I think the main reason why everything has been so easy this far is down to our location. Harrison and I had spent literally every hour possible looking for a wedding venue, but nothing around here seemed to be the right fit. With my family living in the Cotswolds and Harrison’s in Bristol, as well as ourselves and our friends in Devon, we knew that people would have to travel wherever it was based. We pondered over the idea of having a festival-style wedding, equipped with glamping and tipis and as many fairy lights as you could chuck at a tent, but with the price adding up, and our post-house purchase bank savings, it just wasn’t a viable option.
If there’s one thing about us as a couple that sticks out, it’s the fact that we have an absolute inability to stay in this country for longer than three months. This can occasionally mean that we’re booking holidays whilst away or even the night before a flight – it’s costly but we make it work. To think that I’d never been abroad before we met is ridiculous, but it’s now our favourite thing to do together and I’m most definitely not complaining! Before we got engaged, Harrison had dropped the idea of getting married abroad into conversation, although we weren’t sure where we wanted to go. We toyed with the idea of Greece, but ultimately settled with Italy as it’s somewhere that neither of us has visited.
Our wedding venue is set near the border of Tuscany and Umbria and is quintessentially Italian. Complete with olive trees and swimming pools, we love the idea that we’ll be able to get married outside and (hopefully!) have sunshine! Not only is the location gorgeous, which means that we’ll be able to take some incredible pictures, but it offers accommodation for all of our friends and family, with separate pools to give both groups some alone time.
As we’ve booked a villa, the owners help us to arrange every detail of our wedding, from the prosecco and ice cream vans down to the pizza wedding cake for our evening snacks. Whilst it means that we have to be more cutthroat with the guest list, the idea of roaming around the Italian countryside with my best friends is absolutely dreamy.
Although it’s still ten months away, the waves of excitement that I get whilst talking about the setting are real! I’m still pinning décor ideas like mad, but I’m sure I’ll have my mind set on about a thousand different themes before I settle on the final plan. I mean, we’ve only just settled on a colour scheme!