When the Marriage Amendment Act passed in August, Amanda Betts, co-owner of model and talent agency Red 11, and partner Richenda dived head-first into planning the day of their dreams. This week, the quest for a cake.
I've been dreading it: the cake. Richenda and I have never really been cake people, though I did manage to acquire 17 kilos and end up a size 14 back in 2011. I suspect some of this was from having a little too much of my cake… and eating it too.
About that cake. I see some beauties at New Zealand Fashion Week (cakes as well as models) this year when New Zealand Weddings engages designers and marries them with cake companies to produce some spectacular cakes. Engaged… married… get it? Okay, silly joke.
There were cakes from the likes of Cake Alicious, Ed's Cake & Coffee House, Eves Pantry and a whole host more. All so decadent and gorgeous. Richenda and I have differing views on the cake, though we both agree we're not after the classic marzipan number. Not that there's anything wrong with classic wedding cake. It's just that I'd prefer to take off all that almondy icing, heat the fruit cake in the microwave and serve it with hot custard. Yum!
We consider a cheese cake – as in a cake made of cheese. When we run the idea past friends, we see they're smiling, nodding their heads and they think it's kinda cool. But we know them too well and can read them: ‘Yeah, yeah… Naaah.’ Back to the drawing board.
I'm at Catroux in Westmere when I spy their custard and jam doughnuts. I try one, you know, to check whether we go down the track of mountains of sweet treats, and OMG! Are those doughnuts delicious! I ring Richenda and excitedly inform her of my great discovery. ‘No honey, it's our wedding.’ So. Annoyingly. Hard. To. Please.
I come home, tail between my legs, and navigate through a bunch of blogs and websites. Among them all, a picture of a cake and a really sweet girl grabs my attention. Maybe it's the model agent in me, but she's engaging and so very cuuute! Her name is Amelia, she's 15 years old and she has a blog. This girl is amazing and I absolutely love that she is a new talent, yet to be discovered. I get in touch with her and it appears she's been obsessed with baking since she was seven. We arrange to meet and I am most chuffed with myself until, a few days later, an email comes through: she forgot her parents have booked and paid for Christmas holidays and they're taking her with them. Of course they are. Watch her face and space, though; she's a girl who will go places.
So we’ve come to a standstill on the cake matter. Can't deal with it.
Since then, though, we've been working at the list of what we can deal with – and we start with wedding styling. I love the art of weddings and want ours to be artistic, elegant, beautiful, fun.
I have the perfect wedding stylist. I met him at New Zealand Fashion Week one year and we got on like a house on fire. His name is Richie (nicknamed 'Dish') of MOR Cosmetics. We love MOR and Dish knows how to make a table look fabulous. We invite him over for dinner and start the planning. We're in styling heaven, so will keep you posted on that one as we establish the theme. It's still evolving.
Next is my shoes. As an ex-model, I love my heels. If dancing all night and feeling sexy in your shoes is important to you, you can’t go past Kathryn Wilson; now it's just a matter of which pair to get. I’m leaning toward the tortoiseshell, but I'm also thinking the white crossover with incredible gold filigree heels. But I still haven't decided on the dress.
And as for that bloody cake…