It feels really strange sitting down to write my final post before we actually get married. For both Robin and myself it’s really started to sink in that all this crazy wedding stuff is actually going to happen in a couple of weeks’ time. At this point we have paid our final balances on everything except the catering (still working out our final numbers for the evening) and my little house is laden with decorations and half finished seating plans and all the other stuff you acquire in the final few weeks before you get married.
I have been crafting myself into oblivion for the past month after realising I had been slightly too relaxed about the tasks I had set myself. I can happily say that all my Mexican bunting is finished…over two hundred sheets of hand cut bespoke papel picado which almost drove me insane and made my fingertips numb. I can’t wait to see it hanging in the barn though. I have three pajakis left to assemble, currently twelve of them are hanging in our bedroom. They look fantastic, I really do love them, but they are constantly in my way. I have to crouch down and duck under them to get to my side of the bed.
I need to get my dress altered still and it needs to finally be hung up because it’s spent the past year folded in its bag on my dressing table which has left it creased. I need a hanging bag thingy, you know, one of those bags you usually have for suits that keep it clean (can you tell I don’t usually have fancy things), anyway I have no idea where I could get one from, although thinking about it now I should probably just google it and get one from Amazon or something.
I also have to tell you a huge dress related secret that has plagued my thoughts for the past year…
I bought my dress three sizes too small for me! I know, I know. I impulsively did it because I felt very uncomfortable as a size 16 after having a couple of kiddos. I impulsively did it because I’m impulsive. I impulsively did it because then I knew I’d have no other choice but to eat healthier and exercise more. I impulsively did it and then freaked out when I realised I couldn’t even get the zip moving let alone do it up.
I put my beautiful Temperley dress, the most expensive item of clothing I had ever owned, in its big bag on my dresser so it was the first thing I saw every morning. This was last spring, I ate healthily for a week or two and then got lazy about it. I joined the gym last summer but I didn’t make going a priority and didn’t make any progress whatsoever (it’s all looking pretty grim for me and my dress so far…) Then in between Christmas and the New Year I weighed myself and to my absolute horror realised I’d put on weight over the holidays (it really shouldn’t have been such a shock, it pretty much happens to everyone right?)
Like almost everyone else who wants to lose weight/get fit I made January 1st my start date and eagerly waited for my diet to begin. When I say ‘eagerly waited’ I mean I continued to gorge on Christmas treats until New Year’s Day. For whatever reason (super strong will power, the terrifying thought of getting married in my pyjamas because my dress doesn’t fit) I stuck to my plan this time. I used My Fitness Pal to log my food and started going to the gym properly. I didn’t really diet, I just cut out processed foods and as much sugar as possible (pear cider and Maltesers are classified as good sugars on my diet plan).
So, eight months later and two weeks before the wedding I have lost just under 3 stone and my size 10 dress fits me, other than being for a very tall lady in heels, not an average height lady in flats. Hooray for me and my dress!
If you want my advice, don’t buy your dress too small. It is stressful and just plain silly. Having said that if you are impulsive (like me), and if you already know you shouldn’t buy a dress that doesn’t fit you for the most important day of your life (like I did), but you’re going to do it anyway because you don’t care what anyone else says (like me) then go ahead and do it (you’re going to anyway).
Phew…I feel better getting that off my chest.
Everything is really coming together now. On Thursday I have instructions to meet my sisters in London with my passport for a mystery hen weekend. They haven’t even told me what to pack yet.
I suppose all that’s left is to let it all happen, I can’t wait for you all to see it featured after what feels like a lifetime of planning and waffling about it here. Thank you to everyone who commented and helped me along the way. A super special thanks to my fellow RMW Real Bride sisters (and brother) — good luck. I hope the sun shines down on us and the rivers turn into wine (us brides don’t ask for much do we?!)