When Mr. K proposed to me in February of 2006 we imagined we would have plenty of time to plan and arrange a wedding in September. Since we never do things the easy way, we decided we would have our wedding in Madrid, and not in a church. It turns out that non-residents are not legally allowed a civil wedding in Spain, all the venues were booked up a year earlier, finding a caterer was near impossible and the music choices we were given oscillated between bongo drums and techno beats.
The dress was a chapter in its own. After being nearly reduced to tears in several bridal shops I opted to have a dress made. By a flamboyant Latino in a basement flat on the Fulham Road. Let’s just say we had a few snags along the way and that the night before we flew to Spain for our wedding I was really not sure I’d have something to wear.
Tonight I am wearing my wedding shoes. They were the easiest choice I had to make for the entire wedding and spoke to me instantly. I knew before I had any idea what my dress would look like that I wanted a statement shoe, but also something well made enough that I could dance all night. Also, a shoe I would keep forever.
Did I mention that in the end my dress was fabulous, the venue magical, the food Michelin star and that all or guests seemed to have a genuinely good time?
That really was a magnificent wedding! You looked stunning, the ceremony setting in your home was inspiring, the dinner at El Casino delicious, the conversation scintillating (I sat next to a member of the selection committee for the Nobel Prize for Physics) the libations freely flowing… Such a great night!