We made a little wait with Vianney to join the guests in our famous lil wood. We don & rsquo; were not far, Hidden in the forest with Marianne in a pose between the sheets, and we heard the joyful music (great playlist concocted by my sister, dispo sur unbeaujour) and the laughter of the guests off.
But the & rsquo; impatience everybody is felt, Virginie, the shock of my marriage Manager D-day, Vianney therefore calls for us to make our entry.
I think c & rsquo; is by far my best memory. After passing under the & rsquo; balloon arch that gave the place the look of d & rsquo park attraction, the table of our guests all smiles, grouped together on the dance floor under the ivy and lanterns for us throwing rose petals paper was the most moving. I read the joy in their eyes, I was very moved (but that the you & rsquo; ve seen, about Baptiste the beautiful video – parodiée here in P&P ce week-end).
Everyone has his little ball hanging on the arm for a shot that n & rsquo; has never happened because nobody wanted s & rsquo; separate… Me first !
The guests had discovered with great curiosity kindling we were talking about them for months, people strafing anything goes, we don & rsquo; was very proud !
We who had taken so long to arrange everything : the corner for tea and cocktail to serve as a “Hall” in the evening to dance, small lounges installed here and there to s & rsquo; sit among the trees, the tent area for dinner. There was also a small campsite for those who were still sleeping on site (whose married yes yes) and everyone loved the decor : a great giant mirror bought at Emmaus.
The taste starts to be served : Maria Chemor the my super catering shock with which j & rsquo; spent months imagining appetizers and funny dishes to surprise my guests did a nice job. A waiter passes among invite distribute packages of candy and popcorn as in a cinema.
There are cherries d & rsquo; love, sweets of all kinds, marshmallows, amazing floral waters : captivating the lotion & rsquo; rose water and flower elixir d & rsquo; orange beard neatly arranged on our stand at Dad… Everyone s & rsquo; marvel, dance a little, humming to the music of Peter Pan, je suis super happy :)
Mais il y a un hic… Some men & rsquo s shirtsleeves, working around power generators : l & rsquo; a d & rsquo; is not working and making test they lost the second candle in its metal casing. More generator = no cotton candy, no light, no music, no party. It makes me believe that & rsquo; one of them is in the harbor and all is well, but I feel that c & rsquo; is stretched.
I then decide to cross fingers and hard not to think about it. On the intimate & rsquo; order now my husband d & rsquo; go photos with family and friends in our photobooth with me and not to s & rsquo; address these pb d & rsquo; electricity. And it has relaxed us (these are the only pictures “asked” marriage which acted as group shots).
And… And then c & rsquo; s all for aujourd & rsquo; hui ! Until tomorrow !
The wedding is at 15:30, we decided to split that & rsquo; called “wine d & rsquo; honor” to taste and cocktail. After sweets and delicacies, Place the festivities !
The party continues despite the small stress starts to eat away at my stomach : it n & rsquo; there is still no d & rsquo; electricity. The music always works through battery enclosures that we had the right idea d & rsquo; bring (initially planned to put music in the toilet).
The cocktail is served and distracted this little world, we forget the & rsquo; electricity with champagne flowing and Saumur afloat. My father, Touraine birth living in the Bordeaux s & rsquo; had dealt with all the wine, and m & rsquo; had make labels. Think if it m & rsquo; rained ! (him less when he had to stick the…).
As for the champagne, they had a nice label, we were surprised “Cuvée happiness, Elodie & Vianney” ?
Regarding the cocktail menu we had a good laugh with Marie (My caterer) and we proposed :
The true blood was presented as syringes labeled with different blood groups (yum good gazpacho). The Polyjuice Potion was actually a cold artichoke soup which was d & rsquo; s have & rsquo; yucky look good, served in vials “drink me”. Yarrow Hamburg was a hamburger miniatuer, the porager impaled pretty vegetable skewers, hot dogs hot dogs and Swiss mystery fresh preparations of chipmunks, d & rsquo; herbs and shrimp.
And without my m & rsquo; noticing in all the worries are solved. Heureusement, there are sacred handymen in the family, my father who spun like a knight at Castorama repairs the first generator, my uncle who dismantles engine retrieves the lost spark in the second.
To celebrate that, we did fart cotton candy ! And we went for dinner.