Two weeks ago, my husband and I threw the biggest party of our lives; a three day wedding in the far north of New Zealand. On the morning after the last day of festivities, I blew through packs of polaroid film. They're the only photos I took.
You've seen so many pictures of other people's weddings on the day, as it happened, perfectly lit, stylishly arranged, kept
Here's what mine looked like after it ended.
the happily ever after; when life carried on.
It was a beautiful, bittersweet mess of smushed cheesecake, broken pink goblets, friends nursing hangovers behind their sunglasses, tipped over chairs, swimming in a waterfall, Woody the neighbour's sausage dog, my mum continuing to worry and direct pack up, and flowers, flowers, flowers.