The Fourth of May isn’t just Star Wars Day – it is our wedding anniversary. We were well into the wedding planning stage when we realised that the Fourth of May turned around becomes May the Fourth be with you. You’ll be delighted to know that I didn’t sport Princess Leia buns for my wedding ‘do.
We love to celebrate our wedding anniversary with the traditional gifts assigned for each year. The eleventh anniversary is marked by gifts of steel. The vintage marble-topped Singer table I just couldn’t leave at the local antique dealers a few months ago became our wedding anniversary gift to each other. Luckily, as it closed the week after. The Welshman presented me with the sweetest little steel gifts – heart-headed pins, bunny-shaped paperclips and tiny alphabet cookie cutters. Bless.
From me, the Welshman received a classic Salvatore Ferragamo lemon elephant tie – for no apparent reason other than I loved it and we honeymooned in the Okavango Delta, Botswana with hundreds of elephants – and a copy of the Five Year Engagement on DVD. A somewhat odd choice for our eleventh wedding anniversary, you would think? It was the movie we saw on our tenth wedding anniversary when my usual winter lurgies struck particularly early at the end of April, and I was too sick to justify spending a small fortune at Aria. Perfect date night rom com – and did you know that Saturday night movies now have a mobile bar?!
The Welshman popped down to the Orange Grove organic markets in the morning, returning with pain au chocolat and escargot and a gorgeous bunch of tulips in our wedding colours – lavender and white. What a sweetheart.
We cancelled our original restaurant booking, one of our old pre-Boyo date night favourites, as it had received consistently bad reviews lately. Oh dear. The Welshman managed to finagle a last minute table at Public Dining Room, smack bang on the gorgeousness of Balmoral Beach. We dined at the senior citizen hour of 6.45 pm – surprisingly lovely, actually. It was delightful to have the room fill up around us as the evening progressed.
If you’re within striking distance of Balmoral, and you have food allergies, have I got the restaurant for you! I have an allium allergy – members of the onion and garlic family. There wasn’t a hesitation when the charming waitress ran through the menu in her head and Chef whipped me up a special salad to replace something on my dish. Love that! I discovered the head chef is gluten intolerant, so the entire menu is designed so that items can be altered and replaced.
We started with oysters, including my absolute favourites, the Clair de Lune; moved on to kingfish carpaccio and pork belly, then confit of duck and ribeye. Sides of broken nicolas with marjoram and broccolini with lemon zest were not required, but oh so delicious!
The Welshman, who knows much about these things, was impressed with the wine list and ordered a selection of wines by the glass. I discovered a new Champagne – Paul Bara. On the shopping list! Excellent service, gorgeous views and the perfect table, right in front of the beach, overlooking the pier.
Let’s not forget dessert! I was extremely tempted to order one of everything. Hello! Check out that menu. Sanity prevailed and, whilst I longed to order the 1950s Bathing Cap Bombe – as if the meringue, strawberry and chocolate ice cream wasn’t enough to tempt me, I was
frilled thrilled to bits by the idea of “frilly bits” – I plumped for the Mango soufflé, coconut ice cream and mango caramel. It was possibly not required. Make that definitely not required, but could you have passed it up? It was delivered with a sweet message piped in Valrhona chocolate. Yum!
We finished with lemongrass tea for me, and decaf espresso for ‘im indoors, and a romantic walk along the pier. With all the fishermen.
Now on to the important stuff – what I wore for date night! The process of getting ready for date night always takes a bit of time. I’ve always planned the outfit in advance but fail on a crucial element, like I can’t find a clean pair of nude fishnet tights, or the particular bra I need for a particular dress is still drying. So, I started trying on outfits at 4.00 pm. As you do. I was completely just after 5.00 pm – very odd! Still managed to faff around for a while though.
What I wore in the end was a Zimmerman dress that I thrifted from Red Cross Rozelle, with my genius B String Smooth from Verily to
stop my boobage from falling out of my dress protect my modesty. A deep V neck is beautiful on delicately-chested ladies but on those with a more, ahem, robust bosom, it’s a bit OTT. Boyo selected the shoes – it’s what he does, apparently. The Welshman and Boyo went for a swim during the day and it was gently suggested to me that I select my outfit during the day to save the last minute panic. Boyo insisted he wait until he was back to make the shoe decision. Boyo Style in action!
I teamed the dress with merlot coloured Spanx opaque tights and amazeballs Steve Madden black suede peeptoe booties, which were thrifted from Lifeline Vintage in Manly. Good choice, Boyo! I don’t usually get my legs out, being more of an old boiler than a spring chicken, but there is something about opaques and booties that just made me think I could carry off a mini. Tres liberating.
I brushed out my curls into a 20s inspired finger-waved look, added L’Oreal Paris Shine Caresse lippy in Milady, a statement Mimco necklace and classic onyx silver drop earrings. My Lotus Mendes Goddess ring added a pop of colour. I carried a Mimco sequinned envelope clutch in Bordeaux. Last but not least, a spray of Prada Ambre and my white gold pave diamond heart earrings the Welshman gave me for our wedding, and the Tiffany bangle he gave me for my thirtieth birthday.
It was finally chilly enough to whip out one of my favourite vintage pieces – a 1950s English mohair car coat. It’s oh so glam and warm to boot. I just feel like a retro cute vintage glamour girl in it. That works for me!
I realised I had completely forgotten to snap a photo of the two of us – rest assured, the Welshman was extremely suave in GAP jeans, tan English brogues, Oroton belt and Thomas Pink shirt. You’ll just have to make do with a wedding photo instead. Ahhh, young love.
Do you follow the traditional gifts for wedding anniversaries? I think it is such a sweet idea.
Kimba Likes Style Notes:
- Zimmerman dress – thrifted from Red Cross Rozelle
- Vintage mohair car coat – thrifted from Rozelle Markets
- Spanx opaques in Merlot – David Jones
- Mimco accessories – purchased
- Steve Madden booties – thrifted from Lifeline Vintage Manly
- B-String Smooth – purchased from Verily
Kimba Likes Image Credits:
- All images by Kim-Marie Williams
- Wedding photographs by Daniel Linnet from Linnet Foto
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