A Girl Loves To Dream...

Often whilst I'm searching on Etsy for the elusive perfect black dress {which I haven't found just yet} I'll stumble across the most perfect black wedding dress. I see it every few months {I'm sure I saved it to favourites but I can't find it again now}. And it has me dreaming almost immediately.

I dream of a wedding in a beautiful sun-filled field. The sun's not too hot, it's late afternoon and we're all comfortable, without a bead of sweat on our brows. There are handmade patchwork quilts laid out with love on the lawns, and personalised picnic baskets for our wedding guests. They're filled with teeny little sandwiches in the shape of love hearts made with the softest white bread one could ever find. Fairy lights are strung in the beautiful, aged trees. They soft light will illuminate the sky as we dance into the night.

The women sip pink champagne from mismatched antique glasses, and the boys stand around and laugh together, beers in hand. The kids run around in the grass. The girls in teeny vintage frocks and the boys in little shirts teamed with dirty converse. There are cupcakes, and laughter, flowers in our hair and love fills the air.

And I'll look up at Hubby and start to say, If we get married again...

And he looks at me as if I've completely lost my marbles, Babe, we got married. You only have one wedding. Ours was perfect.

And I know it was. I wouldn't change a thing. But a girl loves to dream...


Print is my all time favourite which I have framed at home from Abby Try Again.