Jun 24, 2013

Welcome! We wanted our wedding simple, elegant and classic. Everything has been chosen with care and love and we hoped to create a day to remember without distracting from the most important thing: getting finally married to each other. We wanted an overall-look that after 50 years would have been just as timeless and beautiful to look at as today
  • Last updated on September 26, 2009 at 3:47 am
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I love love love flowers,

but the ones I most love are freesias, lilacs and orchids.

lately i have fallen in love with baby breath , I think it is such a gorgeous un expensive alternative for decorations in general


                            I think we will put a garland of babybreath over the entrance door of our home 

and here is my bouquet




  • Last updated on September 25, 2009 at 5:25 am
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every guest will get: a tiny ladurée chocolate box



our favors will be sitting in this lovely box

further they will get a cd with songs we will play at the wedding


aaaaaaaaaaand these lovely silk duchesse bags

they are ready!!


  • Last updated on June 20, 2009 at 12:59 am
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I love love love tea and biscuits and Macarons and all the rest. So I thought it would be nice to have a bridal shower with a tea party theme






  • Last updated on June 19, 2009 at 2:42 am
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I was born in the city center next to (100m distance) to a beautiful castle.

When  I was four years old my Grandma brought me there to show me the castle and since she had told me that

the princesses once danced there, Naturally I dreamt to do that too. I brought my ballett slippers with me and when we were there I gave my sweetest smile to an oldish guardian who allowed me after much begging to put on my ballett slippers and dance in the big hall all alone for 5 minutes while he and my Grandma waited at the entrance.I was enchanted.When Alex asked me to marry him and I started checking on possible places for the ceremony, I got out that in this very castle is a section where you can get married. I cried my eyes off.This way my Grandma will be even closer in my heart this day...

this is the castle (view from the park side where we will take pictures.

the ceremony photo 1         the ceremony photo 2

the ceremony photo 3         the ceremony photo 4.


the ceremony photo 5 .       the ceremony photo 6.

they have so many diffierent flowers that there are hundrets of butterflies


  • Last updated on June 17, 2009 at 10:44 pm
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Dear Ladies,
I decided to start my biography today and let You share a little bit what is going on in my life.
I was born in Berlin in March 1977. My mum was fond of French names so she called me Nicole.
She really wanted a boy so she tried to put me into little trousers and make me look like a sailor baby.I cried so badly that she stopped immediately. This is when my career as living doll started. :-) No ,seriously, I was a terrible kid. I was always clean, I didn't make noise, I was smarter than my play-partners, especially the boys ,giggle.
My state of perfect kid endured until high-school. Always had the best votes, went to the best schools, and then a man in the neighborhood found me cute. And this is when the trouble started. He tried to ask me out for several months but I was just not interested. In the end he heard somewhere that I had a boyfriend who was living abroad and decided that if he couldn't have me ,no one else should- and Mr nice-guy decided to kidnap me.
This is why for my 18th birthday I was the number one huge picture on the biggest local Berlin magazine because all the world was looking for me. While everybody imagined I could already be dead, I was having a lovely two weeks with Mr Nice , somewhere near the Polish frontier, locked up in a tiny room,being beaten and psychologically tortured. I did not dare to defend cause he was much stronger and evidently crazy.
One nice day he dared to threaten to do something to my parents and in this moment the HULK came out of me. I have bitten him ,I do not tell you how..... got the keys, ran out and escaped.
A few months after they caught Mr Nice and the court condemned him to a looooong nice stay in prison.
The bruises on my body healed ,those on the soul remained. After two years they decided that he had to have one day off from prison in order to slowly reintegrate into society.
He decided not to go back in the evening and this is when I decided , that I had to get away for a while till they put him back in.
This is when I came to Italy and started studying here.
It all went very slow, language problems in the beginning, depression and probs with myself and NO trust in men.
Now after years I am here , ready to graduate from university... and strangely enough I found tadaaaaaaaaaaaa a man I could trust.
It was not at all easy for him to convince me to go out with him.