Friday, 10 June 2011
The Wednesday before the Big Day
We are back from honeymoon! And what an amazing time we've had - apologies for the neglect of the blog (I think I had a good excuse though eh?) but now that I am back, I will write up all the details of our wonderful wedding day. It really was so special – and it turns out there is quite a lot to write. So I'll do it in chapters so I don't bore you all to tear with one jumbo post.
So. Let's start at the beginning...
Leaving work on Tuesday to begin the build up to our wedding, was the best feeling ever. I was so excited and in my head, I had a imagined a relaxing three whole days to gently prepare and unwind, add touches to the marquee, quaff champagne, take a whole day to paint my nails, maybe every now and then taking a calming walk in the fields, hand in hand with my future husband, or perhaps sit at a writing desk, in the manner of a Jane Austen character, to make diary notes, sighing with contentment, as my suppliers made the final preparations and generally enjoy being a calm sophisticated lady.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
The reality was a frantic, hyperventilating, dishevelled, swearing, weepy, harridon, marching around Muckley with a Big Book Of Lists, desperately hoping I could tick something, anything, off. And my poor husband to be wasn’t much better. Or my parents. In fact, it was chaos.
The marquee was erected in the garden on the Wednesday, which was lucky, because we could see what was needed to decorate it. And also somehow it took a lot longer than we’d ever guessed to stick up the fairy lights, assemble the PA system, arrange tables, make a mad dash to B&Q for some softer lighting cos the main lights were like something from a football pitch and wrestle with 20 paper lanterns and a set of stepladders.
What was a huge relief was discovering much space we had. For months I’d been sweating about fitting everyone in, hoping it wouldn’t end up like a District Line carriage at rush hour. But there was bags of room for dancing and dining. (And, it turned out, high kicks, forward rolls, press ups and a Pan’s People style dance routine involving all the hens. But that’s another story)