Back when I was at university, about a month away from moving 300 miles away to Brighton to live with a boy, I started doing some research about the place that would soon be my home.
I would know no one other than the boy I’d met less than 15 times, and I thought I should probably do some volunteer work to find new friends. I didn’t end up doing volunteer work in the end, but whilst browsing the web that night I came across an art gallery.
This gallery was in the heart of the city, and the building was a church that had been gutted. It blew me away. There were pictures on their website of the space decorated for wedding receptions, and I spent the entire evening looking at them admiringly. I think it was this moment when I saw this place for the first time that I told myself “I will have my wedding there”.
I was drawn to this building like no other. When I first moved to Brighton I went to look at it, and I would continue to go and see the art exhibitions even if I wasn’t bothered by them. Each time I would step into that space and look around in awe. This was it. This had to be it. My imagination ran wild—just look at this space!
We had been engaged less than a day when I suggested we go look at it, and I already knew what my decision would be before I had even arrived. Luckily Jack loved it too. He said it was obvious that no other place would suit us better, and he agreed that we’d never top this.
We just aren’t Country Manor people. We wanted a venue in the centre of the city we loved and a place that was important to us. I needed a blank canvas. Though sure enough my parents weren’t exactly thrilled that we decided on the first place we’d seen—especially as nothing came included. We would have to outsource everything. I understood that it must have been hard for them not being here with us, seeing it in person, but it was hard to get across to them the “when you know, you know” feeling we had about this place. They suggested we go look at a venue on the seafront, but when we did it only further cemented how we felt about Fabrica. Nothing would ever compare.
Then I struck gold on a Google image search. There was a picture which displayed the potential in this space, and the picture made my mother very pleased. Oh hello there, beautiful, beautiful venue! It’s so nice to see you all dressed up!
Both images via Theme Works Weddings
What do you think?! Did you book the first venue you saw, or were you actually sensible and have a few options lined up?