On the summer solstice, I spent a magical day at my old school friend’s wedding at Mannington Hall in Norfolk. It was a truly lovely occasion set in the grounds of a fifteenth century house, encircled by a moat and set amongst heavenly rose gardens and fields of lambs. (Warning: this post is very image-heavy.)
I travelled from London to King’s Lynn by train the night before with my friends Lottie and Karl and spent the night in Lottie’s equally beautiful family home, located in Sandringham. My room had triple (!) aspect windows with William Morris curtains and stunning views over her mum’s pretty flower beds and my much beloved Norfolk countryside.
We went to investigate our bell tents which we were renting as a group. They were situated metres from the reception marquee, within the grounds of the stately home, and were very welcoming – complete with vintage crochet blankets and enamel kitchenware. (In my opinion, the experience of camping is infinitely improved when the tents – and beds – are are already set up prior to arrival.) There was even a log burner in the bell tent for chillier evenings.
After Vicky and Tom’s wedding ceremony, there was plenty of time to explore the magical grounds before sitting down to enjoy the picnic-themed dinner. Several traditional games were in full swing, including boules and coconut shy.
I wore a very special vintage 1940s rayon dress I spent far too much money on and hardly every wear as I feel it is too precious for regular use. After wearing it on this occasion, it reminded me how much I love 1940s tea dresses, how unique the prints are and how they are often more wearable they than their flouncier sisters from the fifties and early sixties. I paired this dress with a 1940s raffia and early plastic handbag I found in Snooper’s Paradise in Brighton, a vintage 1950s grey wool cardigan featuring embroidered roses from Rokit in Covent Garden, a vintage Art Deco cut glass necklace I procured for a mere £2.50 at an impromptu flea market outside Lewisham church and the black Mary Janes are originally from Zara, although I purchased my pair from eBay.
As I was recycling an entire outfit from my existing wardrobe, I treated myself to a new lipstick – a NARS satin lip pencil in Luxembourg. I now have my beady eyes firmly set on Cruella and Dragon Girl.
My ultimate goal in life now is to one day own a house with a moat. And a mock ruin of a Greek temple.
The wedding was a lovely reunion of old school friends and I even had the opportunity to share a table with my history teacher from secondary school! As we posed for group photographs in the golden hour of midsummer’s day, there was a pause for reflection on the seven years that had passed since we sat our A-Levels, before we returned to the marquee to dance the night away and to drink the bar dry
There were sore heads all round in the morning however, a cup of tea made from water boiled in an enamel kettle (and five aspirin) alleviated the pain and was further assisted by a roast lunch, followed by a very sleepy train journey back to London.
All photos by Jian Wei and I.