a love story
act one
Two lovers were organising their wedding for November 2021 after a year of turmoil and change: moving interstate, getting a new kitten named Beans when they realised they wouldn’t be having any children of their own and renovations to their new house. They would later find out to be previously owned by drug dealers which explained the smell of cigarette upon arrival.
This was it. The reward they get for getting through so much in such a short time and making it through together.
They had planned, booked and paid for the perfect wedding after an incredible proposal. On top of Mount Buffalo in Victoria the previous year, on top of the mountain the Groom presented an incredible, huge engagement ring crafted by a much sought after jeweller Annelies (@annelies.ellanora.jewellery)
The wedding was to be in Tasmania, at the most lux hotel in November, they clicked with the celebrant (@cinta.celebratelove) immediately, post ceremony the small group of ten (their families, too big, wouldn’t all be able too attend which would kick the bride right the hell off as was her right as the bride) would be taken out by yacht around the harbour for drinks and canapés while the newlyweds went for photos with the grooms favourite and very sought after photographer (@ninahamiltonphotography)
Parents were strictly not invited which, pissed the brides mother right off - howmstever I believe it was Winston Churchill who said “Too bad so sad.”
act two
This changed things.
act three
The couple were scared but not enough to stop their plans of being heppily merried (funny old Bridgeton voice) and finally transitioning into the local community of boomers and Self Funded Retirees. The bride went about canceling the wedding, chasing refunds and sourcing new vendors. Most venues also proved to be booked short notice and if they sniffed a wedding instead of your insistence it was a ‘large group booking’ to prices shot up because they thought you were born yesterday and not dying tomorrow as per your medical certificate.
They decided their original party (as in no parents) (as in, mum was BOILIN’) at the retro beautiful, Pink Hotel with delicious grazing boards, cocktails in secret bars and a slumber party the night before.
The other would be at the registers in le secrét (french now) as they required special circumstances to break the one month rule. They locked in the next date available and decided to tell no one and keep it a surprise for the mothers to finally meet. They would tell the mothers to meet in a neighbouring hotel they were going for lunch and then surprise them by getting married instead. The perfect surprise, despite the brides mother incessant guilting she wasn’t invited to the wedding - Again, I believe it was Ghandi who said “Too bad so sad”
Anyway, in broad daylight, in the middle of Brisbane city, in one of the busiest hotels, they met…
TYSM to our vendors!
Mitch & I’s insane engagement & wedding rings: @annelies.ellanora.jewellery/
My beautiful wig: Lisa Mackenna @petertiganiandco.hair/ & @nicmackennarokstar
Mitch’s killer hair: @electric.mermaid.barbershop/
Make Up by the incredible: @belindanicoll/
Custom dress by the beautiful team: @ella_moda
Pink Hotel Coolangatta: @thepinkhotelcoolangatta