Feathers, Kidston and jam jars, oh my!

You’re going to think I have become obsessed with decor, and the truth is I have. This was always going to happen – I’m a person who even managed to change The Sims from a strategic life simulation video game (thanks Wikipedia!) to a delightful Grand Designs-style hobby, where I take on the role of a God-like Kevin McCloud, building and decorating properties for my pixels to live in. As a result, the look of our wedding has become something of an obsession.

Napkins on Elm Street

I have been AWOL for a week. I had no choice – I had to remove myself from the world of weddings for my own sanity. It was all getting a bit too much. And it all started with something so simple – napkins.

Frocky Horror Show

For me – and I would imagine many, many others – one of the most exciting things about getting married is choosing The Dress. While I was worried about venues, stressed about guests and nervous about the nuptials, the dress was the one thing I could be excited about. After all, I had been dreaming about it for decades. It seems I was wrong.

Stressed? Don’t go to a wedding fayre

I recently attended my first wedding fayre – an occasion I was sure would teach me many valuable things about planning a wedding. It did – don’t go to wedding fayres.

Do soap operas lie?

OK, the above question is pretty easy to answer – of course they lie. The main aim is to be unbelievable. Case 1: Three women (three!) fighting for the affections of John Stape in Coronation Street. Case 2: Sam Michell having sported at least two different heads – an abnormality none of the residents of Albert Square have ever commented on. Case 3: Hollyoaks.

How bizarre?

The other day my dad described my wedding as “bizarre”. There is still a year to go and so far the only thing we’ve done is book a venue, but already mine and D’s wedding has gained a reputation. My dad did try to back pedal, saying he “liked bizarre”, but the damage was already done.

The big question

So far all I appear to have done is worry, moan, stress and moan some more. Which brings us to the big question – why bother?