Solange Marries Alan Ferguson

Drop everything. We need to discuss this. Solange (my style icon) married video director Alan Ferguson. BOOM!

Is this not the most perfect wedding album? 

OH MY!!! 

Arriving on vintage white bicycles, the bride looked HOT in a white pantsuit. And the bicycle basket? It was the wedding bouquet. Seriously. Details! 

Honestly. My heart is skipping a beat. This is tipping me OVER THE EDGE.

What? Yes. I am excited. DOES THE CAPS LOCK GIVE IT AWAY?

PS - how great is this family photo from Instagram?? Beyonce, Solange, Tina. That gene pool. Ermagherd. 

Day 15:: Frocktober - Is That Wedding Bells I Hear?

Oh sweet love! Tiny proposed to me today. Almost newd, on the footpath, with a cigar box and a vintage diamante necklace. She's a little bit avant garde, a little bit cray cray - but my Lord. I love that girl like there's no tomorrow. 

Rather than donning my wedding dress today (I couldn't bear full length all day - sorry to disappoint) I went a little bit bridal with this vintage number I picked up at the Bondi markets approximately 203 years ago. 

The woman in the know, Kelly Doust, tells me it's an 80s rehash of a 20s shape. And who am I to argue. 

And my oh my, I love this frock. So floaty and feminine. Much like the nightie I wore as a veil ( Does my bun look big in this?), and then Tiny wore as her frock. 

Today's outfit:
- vintage frock from Bondi markets
- Country Road cropped cardi
- vintage diamante necklace
- my wedding earrings
- Trenery heels (I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, the only company to make shoes that fit me)
- And Tiny is wearing a vintage nightie that I do believe once was worn by my Mum (thanks Mum!)

Thank you to ALL OF MY AMAZING sponsors. I am so stoked that we have hit over $1800 - and we're only half way. I am truly chuffed and will stay away from my jeans! It's hard work! It truly is! 

Can you spare $5 and help me stay out of jeans for Frocktober? All funds go towards ovarian cancer research. 

Renewing Our Vowels

Holy toledo. No one ever told me that marriage was so difficult. 

There now. Someone's said it. It might as well be me. 

Hardest thing I've ever done. But also one of life's most rewarding.

Today we're celebrating our seventh wedding anniversary. I don't know how we got here, but we did. Go us! And without even an itch.

Who knew seven years could fly past so quickly? 

Happy Anniversary lover - I'm so glad we're stuck together. (And sorry I lost your card. I put it somewhere *special* - and now can't remember where that place is. I will find it!)

Lovers. And Hey It's Your 7th Wedding Anniversary. You Love Copper. Right?!

image source

you could buy this beautiful copper colander here

Matt and I are celebrating our seventh wedding anniversary next week. And wedding anniversaries always leave me in a quandary. 

Who the heck came up with the random meanings attached to the number of years you're married?

Last year was sugar. This year it's copper.

What the Hector am I meant to get my husband that's copper, besides going to CopperArt (is that even still open?), a copper bracelet to fend off arthritis, or a copper saucepan. Enter the snoozefest. 

Last year it was sugar. And if you know Matt and I, we already have a sweet tooth. So that was out. But instead we were at the markets, I spied a vintage sugar bowl - and though (sugar) snaps! And we bought it. Simple, practical, and very much loved. It happened to also have a man and a woman on it. And a cat. One day we will have a cat. When we brainwash our landlord. 

Copper piping? The single of Copperhead Road? 

Has anyone got any inspiration to share with me? 

A private show by David Copperfield?

A hot copper?

Or maybe, while in bed, totally neeeeewd, I'll turn over to my husband, present him with a gift box, he unwraps it, and inside is this... er.. Swarovski Squirrel. Everything he could ever hope for.

If you have any uber bright ideas, please do share with me. I am all ears. Someone help me. I need your help! Actually, we're going small. We'll find something small again together. 

Wedding Bells: Echoing Six Years Later

Matt and I are celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary today. Those six years have passed by in a flash. I might sound like some old fogie, but seriously, as you get older, time seems to travel at such ridiculous pace. I can barely keep up.

Tonight we've booked a babysitter and we're heading out for a low-key pizza and beer. Well Matt doesn't know that yet, because he's at work, but that's where my head is at. That's the kind of evening I want to have. Low-key. Low-maintenance.

I bought myself some sweet peas and roses at the markets to celebrate. It's all about low-maintenance. Uh huh.

Lily Allen:: Beautiful Bride

Couldn't resist sharing these pics from Lily Allen and Sam Cooper's country wedding.

How radiant does she look? And man I love her dress, it reminds me of my grandmother's wedding dress, that lace - wow. And her veil, man she is a stylish bird. How gleeful does she look? Loving the joy and the cute waves at the photographers that no doubt would have encircled the celebration.

The flowers. The faces. The setting. Long may the love reign!

You can read more about the wedding here or here.

Just For A Minute

Look at Ricky Gervais with Victoria Beckham!

What? It's not Ricky. Well then. It's Ricky's doppelganger.

A Royal Hangover

Just when you thought it was safe to pop back over to PottyMouthMama, I'm still swooning over the Royal Wedding.

Like I said, I love the love.

How cute is this photo?

Did you know that The British Monarchy has their own Flickr and Facebook pages? Well wicked!

It's Love

Oh man. Loving the love. Love the dress. Love the coy glances. Love the lip reading of my sister who told me Will said to his bride-to-be: Hello, you look beautiful.

Hello Kate and William. You both look beautiful.

What a beautiful, amazing, ridiculously emotional wedding.

Now I'm awaiting the kiss.

PS - Come join me on Twitter or Facebook. I've been banging on about the Royal Wedding all week. Did you know Kate did her own make up?

ARE YOU WATCHING?

I'm in my pyjamas, hogging the couch, Matt's relegated to the floor. We're drinking champs.

Are you watching? Boy, you better be!

I'm Ready! Wedding Countdown Is On

I told you I'd dress for the occasion. We've hosted our own shoot and here I am, ready and waiting for 5pm to roll around.

My partner, Earl Grey and I will be attending the weddding together.

We're excited. In fact, I may even have butterflies.

Loving The Love:: Mario Testino

New pre-wedding shots by uber photographer, Mario Testino. I've clearly gone wedding crazy. I'm so freaking excited. I broke it to Matt last night that we'd be watching the wedding tonight. With some bubbles.

This is love! I LOVE LOVE!

Wedding Bells

It's no secret that I am so excited about tomorrow's big day.

For me, it's one of those days you will always remember. Yes, it is. Don't fight it!

Tomorrow I'm dressing up. I'm going to have to go and ransack my wardrobe and find something suitably bridesmaidy and wear it to work.

I don't have any gloves. Dang.

I can steal Tiny's tiara. She won't mind. Much.

Will you join me to celebrate? Pork pies and Pimms?

Best of British:: What Will Kate Wear?

I've taken it upon myself to appoint me as chief wedding stylist. Kate probably doesn't have time given she's busy polishing her tiara, so I've gone through the racks and pulled some dresses for her for the big day.

I tried to stick with British designers. I tried.

Untitled by lexlou featuring a tiara necklace

Two sleeps to go peeps, two sleeps to go.

What are you wearing on the big day?

Two Sleeps:: What Will PMM Wear?

And I've just decided on three outfits for the big day on Friday. Which one shall I choose?

What Will PMM Wear? by lexlou featuring bow jewelry

Life as a glamourpuss is fraught with big decisions... Alexander McQueen, vintage Halston? Which one people? Which one?

If You Can't Be There...

In case you haven't noticed, I've got Royal Wedding mania. I'm crazy for it. And I'm crazy for this video.

Where's My Invite?

No invitation to the Royal Wedding and I'm a bit peeved.

So in lieu of attending the ceremony, I'm thinking about going and staying here.

If you can't join them, be them.

More here.

Date-a-rama

I have snuck off. While Matt's reading in bed, I am sneaking in some time on the computer-tutor. I am some book-ish nerd, only with computers. It's the zing and the zap that gets me.

We're just back from a night out for dinner and a meander through our very favourite of all time, ever and ever and ever and then some book store, Ariel. If I was flush to the gills with cash-a-roo I would go absolutely berko in that book shop. As it is, I bought some Haigh's frogs for my lover and a funny little card. They have the very best selection of cards.

We had dinner at Fratelli Fresh Sopra. It is very, very good friends. I recommend everything on the menu. But not all at once. Tonight I had parmesan encrusted chicken, a side of brocollini with lemon and olive oil. For dessert, chocolate and hazelnut praline semi-freddo. A cappuccino tipped me over the edge and I had to make a fast getaway to grab some fresh air.

This time five years ago we were enjoying our first night as a married couple. Tomorrow we would be travelling to Byron Bay for our honeymoon, with our sweet little five month old firstborn snuggled in close to us.

Man I love the love.

Five Flipping Years

It's almost our 5th wedding anniversary. I can't believe how quickly that five years has floated by, and yet it has. It's hardly 50 years, but to me, it's still a milestone.

When we first got married I truly thought - Marriage? It's going to be so simple! It's going to be a cinch! Marriage can't be hard!

But it is hard. Not that Matt's a terrible person, Matt's an awesome person. But as with every relationship, every now and then, when things don't go the right way, I have to remind myself that Matt and I are two different people. We love each other, but it doesn't mean we want to do the same things every time. Sometimes I have these revelations when we are butting heads with one another, and I have some time to myself and an almost *cha-ching* moment, and I think, hey Lexi - back off, he's not part of you. You're married, but you're not a two-headed monster. I mean that would just be Wrongtown.

Back to 5th wedding anniversary. It's wood. That sounds almost Wrongtown on it's own. What does one give a man that's wood? (Ok, keep the suggestions CLEAN!). Wooden spoon? A ticket to Huon Valley in Tasmania so I can brainwash Matt into letting us finally move there?!

Help a gal out. Got any genius ideas that I can present my Mr with on Friday?

Don't Drink & Dance

Yesterday we went to my cousin's wedding. It was a beautiful afternoon.

And now I realise I really have two feet. Because they are really stupendously sore. I should have worn ugg boots instead of stilettos. Stylin'.

According to the sister that took these photos of my other sister and I, I turned into a real boozehound. And carved up the dance floor in a most unruly manner. I think the final photo is testament to someone having spiked my lemonades.

Oh and you see that there - -- that's my faux undercut - I fashioned it from a heck of a lotta hairspray and some bobby pins. If I can't have silver lame leggings, I gotta have something.