Hello you gorgeous people, it’s me again with my second post already…can I have the past month back please, I have done nothing productive since my last post!
Being that wedding planning has been a bit on the slow side this month; I have decided therefore to chat to you about my feelings of being engaged and my loved ones who will be my super special guests at the wedding.
Time after time.
We got engaged a year ago on the 20th November, so coming up to a year pretty soon, and when that day comes around it will be just a mere three months until the big day (well, three months and five days to be all Monica about it). Crikey! We knew we were going to get married probably about a month into our relationship, and we have since said probably at least once daily how much we can’t wait to be husband and wife. When he proposed we had been together about 18 months, not very long by some people’s standards but why wait when you know it’s what you have wanted all along. However I have found that a lot of people have an opinion on other people’s relationships and even more so when it comes to marriage! A whole lot of people (I mean mostly women too) have felt the need to say “ Well you’re still in the honeymoon period aren’t you, when you have been together 5,6,10,15,20 years (yes these are all time frames that have been quoted to me) you don’t feel as soppy and as excited about being married/spending time together. Oh and the ones that have said “You’re counting the days until the wedding?! Have you ever seen people counting the days since the wedding?” “You will have to have a new project once the wedding is over, what you will do with your time, you will have post wedding blues!” WHAT IS YOUR POINT EXACTLY?!
I am twenty seven years old, an adult then in most countries I presume, so why would I not be able to make sound decisions about my future? I spent seven years in a relationship before; I didn’t marry him, so therefore if I felt certain that Mr M is the one a few weeks in (or more or less straight away) then I am pretty sure I am doing the right thing. Seriously, people need to think before they speak! Is there an acceptable amount of time for people to think its ok to get married, did I miss that? And when can you say that the honeymoon period is over? I am all fingers crossed that I feel the way I do now about Mr M the rest of my life, that’s why I am marrying him no? I am a pretty sensible person, I don’t make rash decisions…you should see me in Topshop/make up counters (seriously, hours!) I know it’s not all plain sailing and what have you, we have lived together just as long as we have been together…we know it works well. And you know, you can be together as long as you like pre-marriage…if it isn’t going to work out then it just won’t work out, marriage or not.
The skin you’re in (with a bit of help)
On a brighter note, (I realise it sounds a bit morky that first bit, I won’t be all surly for the full post or anything) and literally it is brighter…my skin! I have been for the first of three skin sessions, they involve micro-dermabrasion and a peel and make your skin all fresh and smooth and lovely.
I am thinking this could turn into an obsession; I am paranoid about ageing as it is without going to somewhere a bit like a restaurant for your skin where you can order almost anything off the menu…and come out looking better! So with a bit of luck (and a fair bit of money, I won’t lie) I will be all glowy and dewy without the side order of oily come the big day!
I suffer with dry/sensitive skin prone to a bit of flaking and let’s face it; the only flakes I want to see come wedding day are the yummy chocolate kind for my breakfast (It’s allowed on wedding day, the diet relaxes for a couple of weeks)!
Here come the V.I.P.’s (sang in “men in black” tune)
Now to talk about a couple of special guests at our wedding, you will be seeing them once the photos are up on these lovely polka dot pages so I thought I would introduce them now.
My mutti first of all who is hands down just the bestest mum in the whole world (I realise everyone says this about their own). My mum and I go way back (like you do) and she practically brought me up all aloney on her owney in a strange land. This is because my dad moved us to France to live when I was seven; he always worked away anyway (and subsequently played away, made a new family and buggered off to live with them!) I loved my life in France, horse riding on the beach, everybody says “Bonjour” to everybody, cheese and baguette every day…bliss! However, my mum had no friends, no language skills, no car and no husband there, for seven years. My sisters were grown up and lived in England (visited when they could obviously), and so did my dad. So it was her and me for the biggest part. And then dad declared his other life and woman and we moved back to blighty. How she coped with all this I have no idea, she is like superwoman or something! So it has always been us two, us against the world, and now I have ended up living next door to her! Haha, she will never get rid of me you see!
I adore this woman; she is one of my best friends and mum/dad all rolled into one. She listens like nobody else, she never asks for anything (well, not much), she can sew on a button or two and is the most awesome stain remover lady ever! When my sisters me and mutti are together…we do little else other than laugh, mainly at her, but still they are the best family you could wish for. And they are pretty much the only family I have, I do still keep in touch with my dad and he will probably give me away…and then go. My mum will be doing the speech instead of him and my middle sister is also doing one as she is my best friend and knows everything about me, I am going to ask my other sister (equally awesome but lives away) to do a reading. So my mum will be the one in the photos mostly crying, she cried just going to a wedding event, and mostly beaming from ear to ear. My sisters (obviously they are V.I.P.’s too as are my nieces and nephews) and me will be the ones laughing hysterically at something stupid my mum probably just said or did (I will also be wearing a white dress too if that helps)!
The only other family I have coming on my side are my godparents and their children and partners (cousins of sorts). The only difference from other family is that they are not actually blood relatives, but that really makes no difference to us. My auntie is my mum’s best friend, they have been friends for sixty years (my mum would like me to point out they are sixty four…not ninety or anything) and have been a huge part of my life.
When we lived in France they came every summer, and we alternated with Christmases/new years, one year in England one in France. We had the best times and the most raucous home videos you could ever imagine; seriously they once made up a mock Rovers Return in the kitchen complete with bar pumps and everything, and then donned outfits/accents of the biggest characters!
I was only a mere nipper at this point and can remember laughing my socks off at them all, a bit too young to realise they were pretty drunk at the time (Don’t tell the press)! We had bouncy castle competitions, abusive hand puppets, and karaoke nights that are legendary.
They are my family, and I do have blood family on my mum’s side but I have not got that much of a bond with them and don’t see them very often, and luckily my mum totally understands this and has made no issue of it.
So they are my guests of honour and I can’t wait for you to see them in the photos of our day now you know a little more about them and why they are so special to me.
I hope you lovelies enjoyed this and don’t hold it against me that it wasn’t filled with wedding planning, by the time the next post comes round there should be much more on that front to fill you in on!
I will leave you with yet another photo of my chocolate bear, this time along with my amazing Mr M.
Lots of love, Alex xx