|I don’t even like cake.|
I’m getting married in a few weeks and I’m displaying quite a serious lack of any kind of urgency to make the necessary arrangements. This makes me think that I might be missing something that I see in other brides whose lives seem to revolve around their big day.
|Beautiful…but SO much hassle.|
I am the girl who visited Debenhams wedding boutique, tried on a dress (plain, cream, no frills) and bought it. My Mum and my ex-husband arranged everything else. This included them choosing my flowers to suit the colour scheme they’d also chosen and all that…other stuff.
The company that supplied my flowers made a point of telling my Mother that, in all the years they’d been catering for weddings, I was the only bride who hadn’t been involved in choosing their own bouquet. And I couldn’t have cared less. They were really pretty, though and I’m still proud to be out there in a league of my own. The OMG They’re Just Flowers! League.
Now, it’s not the wedding I’m against. It’s only the parade that comes with it, and is almost expected that you will partake in with a smile on your face. Not this girl.
The commitment part of the whole thing I had no issue with, and the same goes for the vows. If you don’t expect your wedding to last; don’t get married. It’s that simple.
As far as I’m concerned, your wedding day is the easiest day of your married life. It’s the subsequent weeks, months, years and (pretty please) decades that really count. So, this time, I’m turning the tables. I (along with LT) will do all the organising, which ensures that there will be minimum organisation required. Bingo!
|Sally doesn’t like Emma, and Steph once called Auntie Mavis an old bag, so THEY can’t all sit together…..|
We both had a big first wedding, which neither of were completely comfortable with. This time; it’s all about us – and only us. We’ve had some interesting feedback on this, particularly from acquaintances who are horrified that we’re leaving out our families. This isn’t what it’s about. Plus, my family is completely relaxed and lovely, so they just want me to be happy. They’re not going to get all pissy because I please myself this time round. Plus, I’m 38 years old, so they hope I might know what I’m doing by now. My family is just genuinely happy about the whole thing. And for those that aren’t? Tough.
There will be no guests, no family, no drama, no meal, no cake, band, flowers or any of that other unnecessary stuffs. There will be me, Les, a licence, a registrar and ceremony, and possibly, a couple of hastily procured witnesses. And this sounds like my idea of Heaven. As much as I love my family and friends, the only people that actually *need* to be present will be there.
I tried to convince Les that is was essential that Doug the Pug be the ring bearer, but apparently it’s anything BUT essential. Might have to rethink the whole thing now, tbh.
Anyway, although I am getting hitched soon, I have done very little. We have flights, an idea of area and details of how much the licence fee is. I only picked an engagement ring last week and I’ve been engaged for almost 7 months now. This is how quickly I move.
Luckily for me, my Mum has lots of experience of planning my weddings, so she’s already sending me photos of suitable dresses. I reckon she’s worries that if she doesn’t, I’ll end up exchanging vows in my best onesie. How well she knows me.
So, as I sit here, writing this and consequently STILL not planning my upcoming nuptials, I genuinely think I was born without the bride gene. And I’m not at all unhappy about that, tbh.
Who wants to be a manic, wedding obsessed, crazy lady, anyway?