The main reason I skipped across the Atlantic at the end of August with two large suitcases and a garment bag?
Of course, since those of us in my family do things quite extravagantly, this is not their first wedding…in fact back in April they got married in Korea in Jiyeon’s hometown, a wedding which the REST of my family attended as I was drowning myself in espressos as I finished my thesis. However, with TWO weddings there was no way I was going to miss the Stockholm one since I am after all without a job to tend to
I’m sure as you can tell, my family is quite international, Finnish-Swedish-Arab, and now Korean as well, oh and my dad’s cousin married a man from Sierra Leone (who bytheway tore up the dancefloor like Michael Jackson at this wedding) so we’re rather intercontinental, yes?
As I am sure I have made apparent, Jiyeon and I have become fast fast friends since we met last summer all starting with our mutual adoration of a certain red-soled stiletto brand and anything with a brown and gold LV logo printed on it’s surface
For the day of the wedding however, I was honoured to arrive to the hotel early, Lanvin garment bag in hand to get my hair and make up done with the bride upstairs in the suite
If you remember my most recent video post, I know close to nothing about hair and make-up (besides the bare bare bare basics), plus my hair is a fry-fiesta of split ends, so I was more than happy to leave it to the professionals
She had originally wanted a Vera Wang, but the new Vera collection is a mermaid silhouette…yeah not exactly that cute, especially for those of us under 5’2 even with the help of Mr. Choo. And now I am softly kicking myself for having forgotten to photograph the beautiful (yet apparently painful) silver Jimmy Choos which Jiyeon wore (with a matching clutch of course) and an especially classy tiara ordered from our beloved London-based Harvey Nichols
Helena, the make-up and hair lady did me up as I sipped ice-chilled Evian in a bathrobe. Ahhh la dolce vita
However, when I turned around to look in the mirror afterwards I was quite frightened to see myself with so much action on my face an my hair done in pins and curls.
“Oh snap I look like a drag queen”
Well that may have been from the fake eyelashes Jiyeon bought for us, but luckily Helena noticed my failed attempt at seeming nonchalant and trimmed the faux-lashes to a more appropriate length so that I was a little less startled with all the hairspray, foundation, and “rouge”
Oh faux eyelashes. This was my first time and whenever I think of them I can’t help but think of them as “boy entrancers” as nicknamed by Georgia Nicholson in perhaps my favourite childhood book series…please someone tell me they also read “Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging?”
Oh well, I certainly felt special, as Jiyeon finished she gave me a hug and squealed, “We’re probably the only people at this wedding in fake eyelashes!” I love her.
The photographer soon arrived in the suite and started snapping photos like no other, and I admit it felt quite nice to be a supporting object of interest to la papparazzo…she snapped about forty pics of me putting on my rouge crystal-studded Lanvin pumps and strutting around the suite helping the wedding planner pin the veil to Jiyeon’s gown
At around 7pm, my uncle and I headed down to the mingle-fest where I met up with all the other guests who were already guzzling champagne and interacting joyfully on the balcony of the hall against the background of the sparkling Stockholm harbour; and then it was time to enter the main hall for the presentation of the bride and groom and ze dinnnnnnner:
The tuna tartar with caviar was my favourite- there really couldn’t have been a more perfect appetiser for a room full of Finns and Swedes
Glorioussss. It’s all about the seafood and steak in this country…oh and the CHEESE:
Course 3: Selected Cheeses from Herve Mons of Roanne with tomato jam, rye bread, and crackers. The far left one was a sort of brie cheese, the middle perhaps from the cheddar family, and the right was a pungent bleu. They were all so velvety and bite-able and swoon worthy and made me take back every time I ever made fun of my dad for choosing the cheese plate for dessert whenever we traveled
Between each course, we were all entertained by three HILARIOUS comedians (definitely humour recruited by my uncle, a man who surely shares the clever humour gene with my quite-unexpectedly-funny father)
And then, it was time for the cutting of the cake
But since Jiyeon and my uncle are a vair vair modern couple, this was their impeccable choice of matrimonial dessert:
Quite proper fuel for all the dancing in heels that ensued afterwards
There are a few moments in life which turn out to be treasures, which are to be savoured and milked for all their beauty and pleasure. This night was loaded with those moments, most memorably: Dancing with all my might and energy alongside my father’s cousins, my uncle, his beautiful new wife, my younger cousin, her babysitter, the joie-de-vivre exemplifying mother of the babysitter, Jiyeon’s brother (aka Korean dancing machine), and all the other wedding guests young and old. All in the spirit of love, joy, family, and life and all the tiny sparkling often underestimated diamonds that rim it’s lining.
It didn’t matter that it was 3am and we had a flight to wake up for
It didn’t matter how much my feet were BUTCHERING me from prancing around like a copacabana parade in stiletto pumps
It didn’t matter how dehydrated I was about to look tomorrow once all the poudre and faux-lashes came off my face
Because these moments are so rare and beautiful and need to be treasured and tucked away into a silk lined garment bag where no weathering can come to them
And hey, we didn’t look so bad at the end of the night, did we?
Much love xx
What are some moments in your life that have been treasures? Where you felt like “THIS IS LIFE”, or in other words were overtaken by a monsoon of joie de vivre?
Have you ever been to a wedding? Got ready with the bride? How about if you have HAD a wedding? What was that like?
Do you also come from an international family?
**Note: I’m un peu paranoid since this is a public blog which is why I don’t show faces of relatives