A note on gifts.
Your presence is the gift, truly. If you'd like to mark the day, a contribution to our honeymoon fund or a piece from the registry would mean the world.
Send us somewhere.
We're saving for two slow weeks in Sicily. A bottle of wine on a balcony, a long lunch by the sea, a postcard back to you. Any contribution goes straight to the trip.
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A few favourites.
A handful of things that would make the house feel more like ours. Tap any item to view it at the retailer.
Linen tablecloth.
For the long Sunday lunches we have planned. Stonewashed, deep oat, seats ten with room to spare.
Cast iron pot.
The one that gets passed down. For stews, for bread, for the soup we'll make the night someone drops by unexpected.
Crystal decanter.
For Saturday red. Hand-cut, weighty enough to feel serious about pouring, light enough to lift one-handed.
Liberty print throw.
For the corner of the sofa where Buchi reads on Sundays. Cotton, oversized, made to be slept under.
Silk pillowcases.
For better hair days and softer mornings. A small thing that turns out to matter more than expected.
A breakfast hamper.
For the morning after the wedding when neither of us will want to cook. Tea, marmalade, the proper kind of biscuits.