Happy Monday All,
Good weekend? We’re just about recovering from a shared virus in our house, but with a poorly toddler sleep has yet to return! The weather really seems to have turned over the weekend, so much so we got the fire going for the first time since moving in – I just love the smell and ambience of an open fire…now it feels like winter. And we went on a couple walks, a good excuse to bring out the wellies and introduce my boy to splashing in puddles.
With colder climbs in mind I started thinking of all you winter brides and how you might be dressing for your big day and I remember having to drag my own wellington boots from under the stairs on our wedding morning as our “Indian Summer” celebration turned into the coldest and wettest September day in decades…
(Image by Lucy Shergold)
For me there’s just something about a bride in boots that never fails to give me the warm and fuzzies and shout an inner “huzzah” at those who dare to boot up. I think it’s that sense of “keeping it real” – a genuine need of practicality from earthy, sanguine tempered women – the Bride who choses to ride to her ceremony on the back of her beloved horse, or the bride who decides walk to the venue through the cobbled streets of her village in the middle of winter – or those who simply wake up on the day of their wedding, see that it’s raining cats and dogs and just says “bugger it – pass me my boots”!
Booted Brides – I salute you. So here’s my homage to you in hope of inspiring others…
So what do you think ladies? Are you firmly in boot camp with me? Or do you perhaps feel a wedding is neither the time nor the place for a boot?
I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Love Sarah xx