Oh hey, remember that time I got married? It was a year ago, to be precise – and if you’d asked me then I’d never have believed it would take me a whole 12 months to get around to writing about it. Even now, I’m not sure why it did. Because I wanted to hold it
I know, I know – it’s mid-September. I got a little distracted. Here’s what with: 1. New social media profile pic, for the first time in years. Always find I prefer it when you can’t see my face too much. Do you think that’s a disadvantage when making connections online? 2. This series of sponsored
Because it’s taking over my life right now, and my secrets are safe with you, right? The thing about a DIY wedding is it’s all details. There’s nothing but details to think about! Less than a fortnight to go until my pretty dress day! Um, I mean, until I marry my one true love… y’know.
It’s faintly ironic, I suppose, that the commitment I’m most worried about for this whole wedding fandango is the one that I’ll make to a dress. On the other hand, perhaps it’s just logical: I spent the best part of 30 years carefully selecting R; I had a year to find a dress. Less, when
I’ve been deliberating about my married name. At first it seemed simple. Before he’d even proposed, both R and I loosely assumed I would take his name; I liked the romance of it, felt my typical longing to belong. It seemed such a fait accomplis that we readily registered Orla at birth with his Irish
I don’t want a wedding. Ok, that’s not entirely true – I want a big party, I always want cake, & I’m thrilled to be officially teaming up with R for life. That stuff really appeals. I guess what I really mean is, I don’t want a conventional wedding. I don’t want chair covers and
January in iPhone snaps… 1. WE HAVE A WEDDING VENUE! PHEW – with only seven months to go, that was feeling kind of close. It’s a big, beautiful cowshed on a big, messy old farm, and I’m suddenly VERY excited to wed this fella of mine. 2. The first snowfall of winter came, meaning the
At the start of the month we visited Barcelona, albeit very briefly, for my elder sister’s wedding. Because of R’s job in education, and because I point-blank refuse to spend time with my family without my backup team around, we flew out on the morning of the wedding & had to head back after only a day-and-a-half.
I’ve been delaying looking for a wedding dress. In fairness, I’ve sort of had the perfect excuse – without a venue formally agreed yet, I can hardly be expected to have the details finalised. Yet the truth is, I think, I’ve been procrastinating. How do you set out to choose just ONE perfect dress from