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My Bridal style.

Hi again, as previously mentioned I am now writing as a married woman, a little crazy, right? Seems that it wasn’t so long ago I just started dating, Euan and now here we are. A home, a baby and a marriage. Life can be a funny thing and take you in all directions. Some you, I, didn’t even think were possible. I’ve always said I’d be open about our wedding arrangements, the day, the looks, the photographs, so here I am writing this blog for you all at 11.04pm as everyone else sleeps.

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I’ll not dive right into the whole Wedding day round up right now as it would be impossible to put it all down and give it justice with my words. I’m still trying to process the whole day, the hype and buzz around it all and I am trying to get used to being known as a Mrs, or a wife.

I’ll start off the batch of my wedding day blogs lightly, I’d like to share with you some pictures of my bridal style. Not your typical white wedding. Not quite the pristine Bride and not very traditional but I made my wedding day my own and composed my look in a way that fitted around my personal style.

I opted for a yellow dress, yes, yellow. A high street gown In my favourite colour with a cowl neck, low back and a side split up the leg. Ankle grazing in length and a satin material. There wasn’t much to my dress, it was sleek and simple. A classic cut and classic style. The colour spoke for itself. I teamed my dress with some glitter gold fingernails and a bouquet of lillies and foilage. Again, keeping it simple and classic.

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Worn with a champagne faux fur stole which I bought from an etsy store and accessorised with a blue brooch my Mother purchased for me. Along with my stole, I accessoried with some chandelier rhinestone earrings with a hint of blue and a rather large, rather shiny tiara which matched the earrings perfect.I had a garter but I chose not to wear this as it was noticeable through my satin dress and gave the effect of a lumpy leg.

The earrings and brooch worked with the whole something blue carry on and the tiara made me feel like a little bit of a Princess, even though initially I wanted nothing that would draw attention or cause a fuss. Here I am on my Wedding day wearing a yellow gown, and accessories that would blind you if you caught them in the light. You have to laugh at the irony.

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_20180905_020109I wore Carvela rhinestone shoes in a grey/silver tone with painted red toenails to finish off my look. Block heels and an open toe sandal, my perfect cinderella slipper and no toes were harmed while wearing them throughout the day, something I was very conscious off. Who wants blisters? Especially before embarking on a Honeymoon full of walking. Not me.

With my hair I was torn between an up do and wearing my hair down. So many hair styles, so little time. The night night before we married, the night before my hairdresser appointment, I played around at the hotel and decided to go with a hair up style. It was around midnight, I’d had some champagne and I was downright tired. The decision was made, I’d settled for the option of a good sleep over countless hair tutorials.

A low bun with no strays. The decision wasn’t easy, but I wanted a look that would be hassle free and require little maintenance throughout the day. An up do also meant that I could secure my tiara and it would remain in place (with the help of a dozen hair grips and spray).

 

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With a baby who lowers to grab, pull, you name it and a September wedding with unpredictable Scottish weather, I didnt want to leave my hair down and risk looking as though I’d been dragged through a hedge. I wanted to have wedding photographs that would do the day justice after all, you only get married once, believe me, once is enough too. I was shattered by the end of the evening.

For my make up look, I contemplated doing this in my own but opted for a full face of make up to be done at the local hairdresser salon, Linton and Mac. Boy  I’m glad that I did, I’d have never pulled together such a look on my own. My make up turned out just how imagined. A light coverage of foundation, a dewy glow with a hint of bronze and a gold smokey eye blended with light brown shades.

I opted against false eyelashes and went for mascara instead to give a less harsh effect, and finished off with a pink lip. Initially we tested out a nude lip but it was just too plain for the desired effect and blended into my skin tone which I didn’t want. It just didn’t look quite right but the pop of pink worked wonders.

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I left the salon feeling totally over dressed and done up for a Tuesday but delighted with how my hair and make up had turned out. I walked back to the hotel feeling shy, my make up was extreme in comparison to my usual two minute fix up job and I thought that everyone was looking at me, after all it was a Tuesday morning, not exactly the timeof day for a Saturday night glam session.

I can’t thank the girls enough for helping to fix me up and I can’t imagine a better team to have  chosen to help with my Bridal glam. Plus, the glass of prosecco at 10AM gave some Dutch courage and went down a treat. Prosecco at 10AM by myself? Perhaps shouldn’t make a habit of that or announce it as public knowledge. Anyway, 1000 hair grips, a tin of hair spray and an hour later, I was good to go. Thank you Linton and Mac for a great Morning pamper.

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Overall, I completed my look with a rhinestone birdcage veil which I fixed myself before headed to the suite to marry. I feel as though my Bridal style was quite 1920s flapper girl, and I pulled it together just as I wanted. Certainly not my every day style, nor something I could rock on an average day but on my Wedding day, I got to rock whatever the hell I wanted and I decided to go big or go home on the sparkles. I certainly wasn’t going home, it was an all out sort of day and I’d do it all again in a minute.

I can’t imagine myself ever having been the bride in the white dress with the bouffant blow dry. I done things on my own scale and I felt pretty damn amazing. My dress was ruined by the evening, with Eleanor spitting her medicine onto me, drool, you name it.

I was kneeling on the floor, playing with my baby and hitting the cake way too hard. I hardly held my bouquet, my faux fur got stashed under the Pram and forgotten and my tiara was a little lopsided by the end of the day. My high Street yellow dress had served me well and I had the greatest day. It wasn’t about looking perfectly polished or smelling of roses. It was about becoming a family with my family and close friends around, the meaning of our marriage is much deeper rooted than the dress ever could be.

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As a Mum of a one year old, I expected no miracles and even as a Bride, I was still very much on Mum duty. My tiara may have fallen but my smile never once did. Can’t believe I’m saying this but I am. Now a Mother and a wife. I share the same name as my Husband and Daughter and I have high hopes for our future as a family.

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Lots of love, Mrs Ross (I had to) x