Cotton Socks Gets Married.

This post is old now but an oldie is a goodie if you ask me. 

As you know, I headed to Bali in August to celebrate the nuptials of cotton socks and her now husband. 

I had never been to a destination wedding before, but now I think that everyone should have one.

I kind of wanted one so that we could cut down on the guest list. Not very nice of me, I know.

The wedding was held at Ayana Resort, where we were staying.  

It was The Business. Believe me. 

This was my outfit. It sucked.

I bought the dress from Howard Showers in Myer (and it was sold to me by a lovely blog reader – hello!!) for a steal at $70 down from $300.  When I bought it, I was 6 weeks pregnant and hardly even bloated.  It is a floor length fitted dress with a tie that goes around the waist, but on the day of the wedding I was over 10 weeks pregnant and showing.  The lining around the belly was too tight, I looked awful and was miserable.

I hiked the dress up with a pin here and there and suffered through the night hating my outfit and feeling 1000kilos thanks to the excess bunched up fabric.  I also hated my shoes (I was intending on getting new ones but never got around to it so these oldies had to do) and bag. And hair. Well, that makes for everything.

Oh, not my earrings – I liked my earrings. 

Holly was draped in some form of lovely feathery Sass & Bide dress. 

I'm not sure why she doesn't look shiny and sweaty - I know I was.

I kid you not, I was so emotional when we walked in here and heard the music playing. 

I teared up. Maybe it was my pregnancy hormones but it was just so beautiful, and the ceremony had not even started yet.

Really, does it get prettier?

No. It doesn't.

The sun was beating down on us but it didn't really matter, my excitement levels were too high - plus, I love any chance to work on my skin cancer tan. 

Out comes the bride, and the groom had the biggest grin on his face.

What a smashing couple. How dare they be so darn cute? 

Cotton Socks does not mess around when it comes to style. I'm still not sure why she is friends with me.

Her shoes are Givenchy Vittorias. Perfection some might say. 

After the ceremony we were taken by golf cart to the other side of the resort for cocktails (in my case, mocktails) and canapés whilst enjoying a view of the entire resort.

I adore these flower girl dresses and it makes me wish I went to more effort in finding mine rather than just popping down to David Jones and buying whatever came in both a size 2 and a size 8.  At least they matched my cake though.

These are the table settings that dreams are made of.
Holly and I were sure to take a bunch back to our hotel after the reception (with the brides blessings of course) and the hydrangeas lasted our entire stay.

Bonbonniere box. Inside lay a wooden yoyo laser inscripted with the couples names to match the rest of the paper suite.

Table 2 is where the cool kids hang out. Closest to the dance floor of course..

Do you like my laser beam eyes?  Don’t mind me ‘posing’ with a champagne, you can be rest assured I was not drinking.  

Nice sunburn also. Cannot believe I had tan lines from my bikini whilst wearing a one shoulder dress, terrible.

The food was great, as were the cherry iced teas that kept me refreshed all night long.

Holly prides herself on knowing how to work a camera but judging from this photo, she does not. We look weird.

Cotton Socks changed into her Miu Miu glittery sneakers, which I am dying for in grey.

They were not messing around when it came to cake time. Not at all.

After the cutting of the cake, the most amazing fireworks were set off – a surprise for the guests.

I for one, am always amazed by fireworks, they mesmerize me.

It was during the fireworks that I started to miss The Husband. I don’t know why.  Perhaps because we live in the city and whenever he hears fireworks he screams out for me to come on the balcony and we can watch them together. 

We definitely got our groove on.

The only thing stopping me from dropping it like it was hot was round ligament pain, ha.
The Baby is already embarrassed of my dancing, fancy that.

You can tell how much fun everyone had just by looking at our faces in photos, it was such a good night!!

I like to think this was towards the end of the night but I probably know better. 

Table 2 represent. Check out the Zombie bride.

CottonSocks has blogged a few short posts with photos, you can check them out at her blog.

I'm not sure why she is called Cotton Socks. I don't think I have ever seen her actually wear socks. 

I am so glad that we were invited to witness such a beautiful wedding, and it was an honour to be there. 

Bali - Part III, the final wrap up.

I’m sure you are getting sick of the Bali posts by now, but you just need to hang in there.

I have nothing else going on, and if I don’t blog these, I will have nothing to blog about.

I tried to do everyone a favor by completely over exposing this photo in instagram as I had no make up on and my pimples have gone insane. Over exposure is the key. If only I could be over-exposed every minute of the day. I suppose that is why they invented make up though.

I’m not actually in the jungle here. I know, I can see how you could be easily fooled by this.

Does the jungle even have ferns?

Either way, Ayana has a golf course and put put course so there is lush greenery everywhere you look.

I got this dress from Marcs before I left and on Saturday I chucked it in the wash with all kinds of other stripey clothes, black and whites included. I forgot to put it on cold but low and behold, the washing fairy must have been watching over me because nothing ran or shrunk.

It’s basically a modern day miracle. Lots of my dresses get shorter as the washes go on, I just don’t have a knack for it and may need to outsource.

Thankfully the weather in Melbourne has started to perk up, so much so that I might even attempt to walk home from work.  Its been a while since I did that. Since any form of exercise actually.  The Husband wants us to go for walks together before work but I really value my sleep.

We headed out to Potato Head in Seminyak for dinner one night, which was quite nice, definitely a tourist mecca.

 

As you can tell, I was dressed for serious eating.  It’s times like these when looking like a sack is acceptable.

Don't mind the Zombie eyes. 

It would be lovely to go there during the day and stay for sunset, just lounging around by the pool.

Photo taken by Holly

Potato Head was the same day as Jet Skiing which is the only excuse I have for leaving my room with curly hair.   I was hoping that my MAC Girl About Town lippie would distract from the hair. 

This was the only night that my cardigan made an appearance also, it wasn't even cold but you know.

Photo taken by Holly

I thought that it was about time that I sunk my fangs into some protein after living on pizza and curly fries, but struggled to get through the steak.

Prices were really reasonable (comparing to home, not usual Bali prices), at about AU$30 for my main meal. 

I must say that I was disappointed with the shopping in Bali. I don’t know why I expected more from it.  I suppose that when we were in Thailand, I was able to find a tonne of gorgeous dresses at the malls and the quality is so good that I am still wearing them to this day.

Holly and I went down to Seminyak for a day but I only bought a few cheap sundresses and some lovely cushion covers from a furniture store.  I was surprised when I couldn’t even find anything nice for my nieces or nephews. The quality of the clothes was terrible and I don’t think the kids would like to be itchy.  We also went to Kuta in search of market finds and I got another few sundresses, a ring and some baby fauxbans for Henry and Thomas.

I did however engage in the purchasing of pirated DVDs. I got about 50 for AU$30.  So far the quality has been about 70% perfect and 30% end up in the bin. Unfortunately The Husband had to settle for these as his gift which was a bit slack by me. 

My Marcs dress makes another appearance, its becoming a favorite of mine very quickly actually.

I wore it with witchery sandals and clutch.  My hair is at a lame length and I am hating it. I cannot wait for it to grow longer. 

We also went to Ku De Ta for dinner and as soon as we walked in I spied this passport on a table and rushed over, thinking some poor sod had lost their passport. 

It didn’t take me long to realize there was one on every table. Duh. 

For dinner I had the pan fried Barramundi fillet, scallop, fragrant tumeric curry, smoked eggplant, corn perkedel and tempe chips which was about AU$28 and was amazing. So, so, so good. 

I think that I preferred Ku De Ta to Potato Head but I cant really tell you why.

Maybe it was because we had a table in the fresh air with fantastic service at Ku De Ta. 

cotton socks and her husband jumping for joy. 

Apple Mojito – don’t mind if I do.   

Photo taken by Holly

I think that I am done with the Bali posts, except for when I post about the wedding!

You can all breathe a sigh of relief now.  I had better get cracking on taking photos of my mundane life again though otherwise this blog will burn to the ground. 

Bali - Part II

I hope you are ready for Part II!

I think I can probably squeeze Parts III and IV (out of curiosity – did anyone else not learn roman numerals at school? Maybe I was taught but I am certain that none of it sunk in..) into one blog post, coming up on Monday.

Lychee Daiquiri enjoying the view from Rock Bar.  

As you can see, when holidaying in heat, the best option is to slick my hair back and keep it off my neck.

Humidity (read: sweat) does not go well with curly frizzy hair. Not well at all, let me tell you.

We had a post wedding party at Rock Bar which pretty darn awesome. 

Photo taken by Holly

This is my “I don’t want this photo but Holly is snapping anyway”sleazy face.

I’m wearing a plain black sundress from a Bali market and my G.E.D necklace for a splash of colour in my otherwise boring underdressed outfit.

I didn’t think about the amount of flashes that would be accompanying photos that night and went braless – so to everyone who has photos of my nipples, I do apologise.

Looking moderately underdressed next to Holly.

Thanks a lot Holly.

How awesome are the jelly sandals that my sister sent me over from Ireland?

I love them! Takes me back to my childhood.

Does anyone know what these delicious morsels sent from heaven are called?

They are filled with coconut and brown sugar I think. Whenever they were not on offer at breakfast my heart broke a little.

Photo taken by Holly

We had a great dinner on the beach at Jimbaran Bay, where you literally dine on the sand and as far as the eye can see are restaurants all spruiking amazing seafood and meat.

We had rice, satay chicken, garlic prawns and bbq prawns which were all delicious.

Pretttttty sure my coconut wasn’t really this big. It's all an illusion. 

Perhaps I ate too many burgers, sandwiches and pizzas but I love the ol’ comfort food.

The spa was amazing and I was lucky enough to have two 75 minute Balinese Massages there.

You are give disposable underwear, slippers and a robe and then seated in the tranquil surroundings and given ginger tea whilst waiting for your massage.

I fell asleep both times, which I just hate to do since I feel like I am missing out (plus – I am a snorer after all..).

I don’t wear sunglasses but took Kates $4 fauxbans off her hands and they came in handy by the pool.

Lunch for one.

I smashed down about 10 pizzas during our stay. I am not exaggerating. 

I know that I should immerse myself in the culture and go crazy on the Balinese cuisine but I am a creature of bad habits.

We did eat curries and what not, and lots of Indonesian fare during breakfast though so I don’t feel too bad.

This photo was taken by Kieran

We had a day of jet ski-ing and water activities and it is fair to say that cotton socks will never get on a jet ski with me again.

We nearly rolled it one too many times, then got caught in a wave (it was pretty choppy in our defense) and had a race against time to get in the middle of the wave before the break. By this stage we were both hysterical, I’m not sure if we were crying or laughing though and I tried to take us back to shore and save the day.

Of course we got into shallow water, scraped the bottom against a rock and then had to face the evil waters again to make it back to the boat where our guides were waving their arms frantically and not looking very happy with us where I was hoisted on to the boat and cotton socks was taken back to shore – still on the jet ski.

Maybe you had to be there, but it was scary yet exhilarating.

This isn’t me, this is Alicia but imagine this photo with cotton socks and I both on there screaming and possibly crying for dear life. 

This photo was taken by Kieran 

Back on safe land in the comfort of my towel.

Ahh so good to be off that jet ski!

The others all had a round of the banana boat and donut but I gave it a pass, thankfully considering that everyone complained of Whip Lash for days to come.

I'll definitely go on a jet ski again, but perhaps in a lake.. on calm flat water.