Chances are you'll know the music you want at your wedding, you just won't be able to name it. After humming unrecognisable tunes down the phone to my fiance for…
Written by Louise Holt Last updated: September 4, 2006
With a month to go, imagine my horror when I looked in the mirror one morning and saw a sty the size of a baboon’s arse attached to my eye. Closer examination (with one eye) revealed the stye was accompanied by a sizeable cyst. Not only did I not look very pretty (the photographer would only be able to take pictures from one side) but I couldn’t put my contact lenses in either. As I’d lost my glasses several weeks previously, I was forced to walk around partially blind until I could make an appointment at the opticians…
Stumbling along the high street I eventually found the shop and spent more money (which I don’t have) on new glasses. It’s an alarming fact that this wedding business can get you so used to signing cheques for large sums of money that you hardly flinch at the sight of another one.
Although the sty has now subsided, the cyst is sticking around and to top it all I woke up with a cold sore this morning! Why is it that all ailments that have lain dormant since childhood seem to be suddenly rearing their ugly heads! What next… acne…?
On the positive side of things, all this stress means I don’t have to worry about watching my weight, so I can join Jamie eating lots of chocolate (alongside my vitamins) and watch everyone else begin to panic. Close friends and family have suddenly started to worry about babysitting arrangements, presents and of course getting a new stunning outfit to wear.
Our mums have both been busy attending church to listen to the banns (we had to have them read in three different churches as we’re not getting married in either of our parishes). My mum has been making my niece’s bridesmaids dress, in-between baking the wedding cake, which my sister Jo is decorating and my other sister, Vanessa, volunteered to write the 100-odd name place cards.
With three weeks to go and everyone bar one person having replied, only one thing remained – the seating plan, which caused more stress than I’d imagined but thankfully didn’t quite amount to a huge enough argument to call it off. At least I don’t have worry about writing a speech! In fact, I’ve been taking great pleasure watching Jamie put off the inevitable and with thre To kickstart him into action I sent him Confetti’s Speeches book, which, gives you a basic outline of what’s expected and who to thank. I’m afraid he nowe weeks to go, he’s doing rather well.
thinks it’s so easy he’ll be writing it the night before! Whilst I hate writing speeches and public speaking, I’m tempted to get up and say a few lines – after all you can’t have a man have the last word, can you?