Happy New Year - my mothers New Years Eve Lacoste winter wedding

I've been light on posting over the holidays, too much feasting and too little internet access, and thrown into the mix was helping pull together the wedding day of my mum on New Years Eve.

After a few days of strong biting cold Mistral wind and rain - the sun came out and made for an incredible clear Winters day in Lacoste. The girls got ready together, my granny (who came from Ireland), my sister (from London), my mums best friend (Deveren), her canine best friend (Emma) and I.

The beautiful bride wore a young Irish designer, Simone Rocha, we had seen it online and she managed to pick up the last dress (and fortuitously in her size) in Bon Marché in Paris. She accessorised this beautiful dress with a pair of burnt orange Prada heels, a lovely Jenny Packham jewelled hair clip. The something borrowed  - a pair of pearl earrings from her friend in Miami and the something old - a vintage Pucci fur (it was -2 degrees out) and a pair of antique Irish lace gloves.

I love the Simone Rocha dress, regal and delicate with a beautiful gold Irish crochet lace trims.

I love this pic of my granny and I getting ready in my mums bedroom for the ceremony

My sister Janey looking glam in my mums vintage coat and my new step sister Leora

My two rascals, Charlotte (the flower girl) and Louis (the brides best man)

Outside the home getting ready to leave for the Mairies office

The two bridesmaids, my granny (85) and my stepfathers mother Jacqueline (90) pose for photographs with Marc & Leora before the ceremony.

Just married - the happy couple pose for a photo under the obligatory state photograph of Frances president, Francois Hollande  he he he....

Two very happy newlyweds leaving the Mairies office in Lacoste

The party was held back in the house, great simple food; smoked salmon on Irish brown bread, sliced roast beef, truffle laden green salads ...oh and lashings upon lashings of good cheese.

My granny, who is 85, was my mothers witness and she made the trip especially for the wedding, smuggling this amazing traditional Irish christmas cake in her suitcase - made lovingly by my Aunt Teresa back in Enniskillen.  It was decorated with willow branches from my grannys own garden (my mothers childhood home).