Here is the news...to our friends and family.

1. No, my father has not written us an enormous blank cheque to cover the entire wedding. We're paying for most of it and are doing so by using that radical concept of saving money.

2. No, we didn't choose the day, venue, time to inconvenience you. We chose them because they work for us and it's what we want.

3. It's also entirely our choice on how much we intend to spend on this wedding. It doesn't matter if you spent more or less on your wedding. That worked for you and this will work for us.

4. We're not getting married to try to upstage what you did. Get over yourself.

5. You may think that spending that much on a wedding is a waste of money but we don't. If you feel that strongly about it, don't come.

6. My dress and accessories have been chosen to my own taste. That's because I shall be wearing them. If you don't like them, you don't need to tell me. I wouldn't dream of saying that to another bride so who the hell do you think you are?

7. Likewise, the theme, colours and attendant's outfits have been chosen to our taste so they fit the kind of wedding we would like. Again, if you don't like them, just be polite and smile nicely. I may not have agreed with your choices but I don't remember telling you that.

8. No, you cannot bring your video camera. You are the father of the groom and we would like you to enjoy the day and the attention. Also, you know how much your son hates them. It was an intense bargaining situation to even get a professional booked for the day.

9. I'm sorry if you feel it's expensive for you to attend our wedding. Surely that is the case of most weddings you attend that are not in your home town? Your attendance is not mandatory. You can choose not to come.

10. It's our wedding. We would like our family and friends to be happy for us. If you're not, that's your problem. Please stop making it ours.

Whose wedding is it anyway?

I’ve been a bit quiet recently due to being so busy but I’m bursting to spill all about the latest developments on the wedding... at some point I'll get to everything but hey ho.

 About 4 weeks ago I had an epiphany. Or maybe I was just shown the way…?


A random evening out with friends – thrown together in a pathetic attempt to celebrate a 2 year old’s birthday(shameless I know) ended with 8 people putting the world to rights in a friend’s dining room surrounded by wine and Indian takeway. 3 of the 4 couples are all due to be married in the next 6 months so the evening was punctuated with stories of wedding song choices, bridesmaid sagas, envy at some Louboutin wedding shoes (not mine unfortunately!) and hilarity of a certain usher having to wear a kilt. Anyway after a few too many glasses of rosé I might have been a little indiscreet about some of the problems I’ve faced so far. I tried to keep the identities hidden to protect the not-so-innocent but on the whole the culprits were sussed…. Ooops sorry! Anyway, I was pleasantly surprised to receive the reactions that I did. No mater how much I tried to justify my girlfriends’ behaviour over the last few months, all were horrified at the situation and I was told off quite categorically for sticking up for them considering quite how awful they had made me feel. My two guy friends, whom I have known for around 20 years now, were most adamant that I adopt a new mantra. They made me repeat it over and over again. I’m shocked to say that I quite enjoyed it although I’m still finding it difficult to say out loud. You may have heard it before but who says your mantra has to be unique?!

“It’s my f***ing wedding!”

Nuff said. So I’m trying to implement it wherever possible. It’s not always easy to do it without becoming a bit Bridezilla but I have been assured by 2 grown men that in this instance I am perfectly entitled. Well chaps, if you insist!

A bit behind

I wanted to start writing a blog as soon as I got engaged but anyone who has ever been involved in wedding planning will tell you that you just don't have time to blink! It's now been almost 4 months since The Boy stepped up the plate and turned me into a sobbing, dribbling mess.  Seriously, I was that bad.  Onlookers must have been convinced he'd just dumped me or told me of impending death or something.


So, I'll try to recount my thoughts to this little blog in a sensible order.  If not for your sake, then for mine.  I want to remember everything about this experience because hopefully I'll only be doing this once.  Though, for the life of me, I'm not sure why I'd want to remember some of it.  If you read this then you'll probably wonder that too.  But hey, who needs boring and predictable?