We met online. Back when it was very uncool and less swipy. James’ proposal was perfect. It was Christmas day and we were skiing in Chamonix, France (that sounds pompous, but it wasn’t like that at all). Considerately, all the Europeans were hungover from celebrating the night before, so we had the slopes practically to ourselves. Unknown to me, James had packed a backpack of goodies – panettone and champagne, you know, just basic survival food. Since it was Christmas day I wasn’t too surprised when the champagne came out of his backpack but then as he got down on one knee to hand me what I thought was some chocolate, it all came together. It was pretty spectacular to have had that event witnessed by no one but mountains.
Ingrid Starnes Vetyver Bergamot – Hand poured botanical wax with natural perfumes of heady, intoxicating vetyver, fresh green bergamot, grapefruit and lime, set in handmade ceramic beakers created by one of Crown Lynn’s last mould-makers.
Illustration by Sarah Larnoch
Issue 3 available here: Issue three
My 1.5 meter long bouquet took my breath away, I always wanted to be able to create my own wedding bouquet but as I was stuck up a Scissor lift it kinda became impossible, so my right hand wing woman Yvonne reconstructed my floral vision and put her amazing skills to work.
James proposed in Rome, where we’d gone for a few days for my birthday (we live in the UK). I sort of knew it was coming but wasn’t sure. We spent a day in Vatican City and I had no idea James was wanting to propose that day, I was too hot and sweaty so it wasn’t the right moment… Later that day when unpacking his bag the ring box fell out and rolled across the floor! I threw a top over it and ran into the shower, he had no idea I saw it. Then I knew it was real! He waited until my birthday day, and asked me when out at dinner, in the most amazing restaurant, outside, with pretty fairy lights. It was very romantic.