Following on from the last post, here is my photo from today. I did get a couple of pieces cut out ready for sewing. And stitched about two seams and did some pinning. I would love to do more tonight but my eyelids are getting very heavy.
I’m deep into the wedding research, or I should say deep into the flailing about trying to figure out what’s important and what I want. And balancing that against what I can have. The way C deals with living with this is one of the reasons I’m marrying him. He has downloaded two wedding planning apps now. The first was free and gave a “comprehensively detailed list” of everything that needs to be done. The second he came across through research as the best reviewed and he liked that one because it enabled the user to be the groom (rather than the bride) and for the groom to have a groom. I’m a pencil and paper person myself. Still, the other day he says to me: “We’ll work through the list, and colour all the boxes, you’ll use a colour that’s different to everyone else in the world, because you’re you, and we’ll have a wedding. Oh and you have to start your moisturising routine, now!”
And that is why I am marrying him.
Still, I always knew those mags were rage inducing and that’s why I’d never read a bridal magazine before. And now I am trying to read them with a sense of irony or at least to get some ideas or jog some and because there are some good snippets of information. And that’s fine as long as I can hold strong against the industry brainwashing for wanting all kinds of things that are totally over the top. But every now and then, they catch you in a weak moment and you can’t set apart the sensible from the ridiculous.
I gotta go now. And moisturise.
Mirrored from
Champagne and Socks.