Less than 100 days, dressing up animals and the wedding taking over.

It’s now just over 90 days until I get married? Where has the time gone? I prefer to count in months (just over 3)- it seems longer and I’ll panic less about getting everything done. Lately the wedding has become an entity of its own. It’s like a really bossy and self-centred member of the family. One that’s demanding that his rights come first, follows me around everywhere, wakes me up in the night telling me I’ve forgotten to do something and constantly reminds me how long my current ‘to do’ list is. In short, ‘The Wedding’ has taken on a personality of its own. Both Jon and I now agree that to a certain extent we both can’t wait to be married, just to not have any wedding planning to do and to go back to normal life without all the lists of things that need organising. 

The bridesmaid dress from eBay has arrived, and needs some work at the seamstress. I’m not sure how to put this but the cups are… Large and pointy. My Maid of Honour will certainly make an impression, I’m just not sure it’s a classy one. So we had a giggle over that and took some photos. Today she took the dress to my seamstress who I have used for years, and was concerned about having to politely explain what the problem was. Fortunately, it seems it’s so obvious, that as soon as she took it out the bag the seamstress said “Yes I see” and no explanation was needed. It hadn’t occurred to me that I was sending Alex off to a stranger, to get undressed, a potentially awkward situation. After regrets about not wearing matching underwear and some groping and cupping of the dress area in need of improvement, it seems my seamstress is keen to alter the dress and I’m relieved it seems possible. Unfortunately Alex has to return tomorrow for a second fitting.

Next is to match the men’s ties and other bits and pieces, to the colour. My wedding lingerie is purchased, which was a mission in itself, apparently I seem to be an odd size for which nothing fits! Maybe if I had decent underwear I wouldn’t need ‘wedding lingerie’- a concept most definitely invented by corset designers wanting to up their sales. The next mission is to find my wedding shoes, the challenge being that I need a height of heel that appears to be very uncommon, to fit exactly with the skirt length now it’s been altered. Our young bridesmaid now has shoes and has visited the venue so that it doesn’t all seem very daunting, very cute. And… The day invites have gone out, yey! They look amazing my parents have worked so hard, I’ve made 5 stationary orders due to miscalculations, wrong orders, mistakes and changes of plans! Now my parent’s production line has moved onto the evening invites… I hate to tell them there’s menus, name tags, a table plan and other stationary yet too!

Jon has been busy ordering various things like water carafes, glasses and instant camera film. Our band played a demo of our first wedding dance song, and I got all emotional and upset, what a girl! 

I messaged Jon and told him we had forgotten something very important… To include our cat! It seems people do- whilst reading wedding magazines I found some pictures of ways to decorate one’s dog. Is he my little family? Yes. Do I feel the need to include him in my wedding? No, he’s a pet.




Hats and being dumped by guests

Less than 4 months, eeeeek!

Very excited now. It feels very grown up getting married, the kind of thing that happens to everyone else including people who have their lives sorted.

My ‘to do’ lists of wedding planning at the moment seem to consist of very specific and random items. For example, check Jon has wedding shoes and does our photographer need feeding on the day. I read in a magazine that we should feed our suppliers, seems a little cheeky to me I just thought they would all bring sandwiches!


The invitations are being made as I write this. Literally- my parents phoned me to say they have a small scale manufacturing process going on at theirs.


There’s one less day invitation to make, since we got dumped by 2 of our friends (in a couple); it was a friendship on the rocks for some time now. They had both progressively let us down on several occasions and I had therefore not invited her to the Hen Do as I felt it did not properly represent our relationship anymore. When it got close to Jon’s Stag Do he said to Jon he didn’t think he could come anymore, and then said because of friendship issues they also wouldn’t come to the wedding. I’ve never been friend-dumped before! Well there’s a statement, they had our Save-the-Date card and then told us they wouldn’t come! My friends and I have done a lot of over-analysing since, and we’ve decided to move on. What is it about weddings that brings this all out in people? Friends are meant to be happy for us! Jon’s not really said anything about it which is odd, maybe guys deal with these things differently. So that left room quite frankly to upgrade someone else, from the evening party, to the daytime!


Our next door neighbours are getting married on the same day as us, which is a funny coincidence. We do all the usual jokes of “have you booked so-and-so supplier yet?”… “Quick, run inside the house and get them booked into the diary!” They are lovely, and we talk about wedding preparations quite a bit. She text me the other day to apologise for an argument they had been having about wedding invitations and hoped we hadn’t heard it, which we hadn’t at all. The next day, Jon and I had an argument about wedding invitations too, and Jon stormed off into the garden saying he was going to talk to next door over the wall, for sympathy. Very funny.