Shelley- White dragonfly 06'.
Shelley was married this june wearing the Dragonfly design, made up in white silk, with a long fishtale skirt, with silk chiffon overlays. Decorated with shades of pale turquoise and blue dragonflies scattered over the skirt and corset. The laces were on a contrasting blue satin, matching the dragonflies and the bridesmaids outfits.
Shelley's make up, which looked stunning, was done by Mac make up artist, Sarah White, 07765716666.
" The only thing I can say is thank you, but that never
really seems enough.
Finding your little oasis of dresses fit for fairy princesses was something
I never really thought would happen to me.
I'm sure all brides dream of finding 'the dress' but I never actually
expected to find one this perfect.
I think my maid of honours words were "re-mortgage the flat your getting
it!" Of course that wasn't necessary as you were incredibly supportive
and
patient and I thank you for that as well.
Our wedding was perfect in every way and although my wonderful husband,
amazing friends, family and of course incredibly array of bridesmaids and
ushers are undoubtedly the reason for this wonderful day your
fairy-dress-making-magic was the finishing of that perfect dream. lots of
love Shelley xxx''
Congratulations to Shelley and Michael, Who's moving ceremony was this June, a quote from there ceremony is at the below, for me, it it the best meaning of love and marriage I have seen put to paper.
An extract from Captain Corellie mandolin;
'Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcano's, then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision You have to work out whether your roots are so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because that is what love is.
love is not breathlessness. It is not excitement. It is not the promulgation of eternal passion.
That is just being in love, which any fool can do, love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both Art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow toward each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree, not two.'
