Wedding world

Rings purchased, caterers catering, sisters decorating, photographer photographing, wedding band tuning up….one week to go and all’s well in wedding world.

N and I spent the afternoon doing test shots on the South Bank with our lovely photographer. N did his surly, ‘I don’t want to have my photo taken’ scowl – I did a cheesy grin. Then we went to Liberty and bought the over budget wedding ring I’d been 

Bad dreams

Last night I dreamt that Allison Janney (the stepmother in Juno) was our registrar. Half way through the ceremony she said she needed to take a quick break and disappeared into a side room. We waited and waited but she didn’t return. After a couple of hours we spotted her all dolled up,

Royal couple stole my wedding

The community centre confirmed! We have a venue! We’re now full steam ahead with arrangements.

This excitement only tempered by the discovery that the royal couple seem to have stolen many of my wedding ideas. The low key arrival at the ceremony? Champagne and canapés*? Buffet style reception? RAF fly past? Come on royals, have a bit of imagination.  

*Alright – cava and kettle chips

The highs and lows of wedding planning

Well – I apologise for not writing sooner. The truth is you see, that I have SO MUCH to report, I haven’t had time to write. But now I’ve settled down with a glass of pinot noir nestling in my hand, and a lamb rogan josh bubbling on the hob, I’ll fill you in.

I’m afraid we have to start on a downer, because that’s how my day started yesterday. I woke up to a killer sore throat and the news that the community centre we had hoped to hire for our reception venue is

ARRGGHHHH! LISTS!

After two weeks of almost non stop dress shopping, I am still no closer to deciding what I’m going to wear. If anything, I’m more confused than ever. N, on the other hand, has bought his suit. After one shopping trip. In one shop. In the same shopping trip he also managed to choose and order his wedding ring. That’s him pretty much sorted.

In contrast, I seem to be spiralling out of control. I think my problem is I make too many lists. Lists should be de-stressing – a way to bring order to brain mess. But perhaps there comes a point when the

Packing

Today I have bought a huge suitcase and started packing. N thinks it’s too early to start packing, but I say you might as well start when the mood takes you. It wasn’t long before I needed something from the bottom of my suitcase and had to unpack everything again, which bolstered N’s theory slightly, but he’s not in a position to give advice about suitcase packing. He once packed for a five day holiday entirely from the dirty washing basket (he can’t explain why). It took us four days to find a laundrette.

Running regime starts tomorrow.

Dress confusion

I whittled down the six dresses to four. Then my sister, best friend, mother and nephew were treated to a wedding dress fashion show and invited to vote on the four finalists. That’s when the trouble started. My sister and best friend voted for number four, my mum and nephew went for number three, while number two got two special mentions. I want to disregard my nephew’s vote, he is five years old after all – but what if he’s the next Alexander McQueen? What if I’m disregarding the sartorial advice of the next design sensation? He also claimed that my three month old niece preferred number two – but I’m pretty certain he made that up.