My wedding dress (8 months before, I must be mad) is already secreted away in the mother-in-law-to-be’s wardrobe (to hide it from claws and B at ours). Without giving too much away (although I did send out a help email to many of you going – is this the one!!??!! Help!!!) the dress is cute, it is simple, it is, I think, elegant, maybe even a little sexy, there are no ruffles, no big skirts, no bling, and no satin and luckily, as it was a sample (whoop) no £2000+ price tag. The dress is, well, me in a wedding dress form.
(Although please don’t take that as a reference that I am cheap!)
B, like I expected, is being himself too, it is one of the reasons why I love him – his individuality. He’s wearing a kilt (yippee) but a very different kilt (to this anyway so not sexy imo); it will be, like his personality, a little bit quirky. However, like him with my dress, I won’t see the kilt until our wedding day as he wants to keep it secret – fair play, I am too.
The question is if neither of us is seeing what we will look like beforehand will we match? Will our outfits make us look like a couple or two individuals, with our differences out there for everyone to see? It has been said that the wedding is the symbol of how you want the marriage to be seen. So you match. Look how we match, look how perfect we are together…
(Lets just ignore the fact the bride’s mother often has a strong hand in the wedding, just like she will for the rest of the marriage, ahem)
I’m going to call bullshit. I am going to call out all those perfect weddings that hide the differences, that make it all about how you look as a couple. B has a personality too. He wont suddenly disappear once we get married and neither will I.
B and I have struggled over the years to reconcile our relationship; there is no shame in this. Give me a couple who hasn’t and I’ll call them liars. There is nothing wrong with being different people, that is what, after everything we have been through, the ups and downs, makes us the couple we are today, the couple we want to become. That is what our wedding will be a symbol of.
Even if we both turn up in front of our guests looking like we put our socks* on in the dark…we still look like a pair of cute hobbits.
Miss S x
* Yes, one black, one blue. Again
Wedding Wednesday hosted over at Something Charming. You can read my other wedding posts under the Mr + Mrs Smidge tag.
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It is only 2 days, but look.
I am stubborn. Carrot does not work for me.
I need a stick.
A big stick to beat this bad habit out of me.
A disgusting 16 year habit.
I don’t want to be a smoking bride on my wedding day.
I don’t want to have to hide every hour from my niece and nephew on holiday in 3 weeks time.
I don’t want my wee brother to have a smoking big sister.
I don’t want to smell (although my breath right now is 10 times worse)
I don’t want to be puffing and panting as I climb stairs, into bed…
I don’t want to have spots, bad dermatitis and ibs (which I am sure smoking makes worse)
I don’t want to give in this time.
I still need NRT right now.
But come 3 months time I want to be finally free.
I am going to need all the support I can get.
Smoking be gone.
Miss S x
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Monday Sundries are otherwise known as ‘I’m rather brain dead right now and ill just update you on my life instead of writing anything’. Basically it’s the lazy blogging option, anyways…
Last week…
- B & I visited 21st Century Kilts where we were looked after by the fabulous Howie who served us Innis & Gunn from the Thistle Street Bar while we perused the fabric books and ate space raiders. It looks like B has made his mind up about it, so come summer time he’ll be getting fitted for it. He’ll look gorgeous, who says the wedding is all about the bride?
- The pub treasure hunt I organised went very well, despite the fact it chucked it down the whole time. The clues were at: The Pear Tree, The Brass Monkey, The Oz Bar, The White Horse, Captains Bar, The Malt Shovel and we started and ended at Holyrood 9a (where to be honest we hid for most of the night and ate their amazing burgers) surprisingly I was ok on Friday morning.
- Friday was movie night, we tried to watch the American version of the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, but honestly if it wasn’t for the lust factor of Daniel Craig, I would have turned it off a long time before I did. Yawn.
- I was working Saturday afternoon, well if you could call a trip on the ReUnion canal boat working. We went from Edinburgh Quay to Wester Hailes and bank on a glorious sunny day (well for Scotland). I may be called sad, but there I love the leisurely movement of a canal boat, there is something about traveling at 4 miles an hour that makes the stress of life just slip away. After a leisurely day I made my way to a friends BBQ, wine, chicken, burgers, good music (there may have been a bit of Proud Mary) good friends and great chat in the sunshine. As the others went off clubbing we were sensible and were tucked up in bed with a tasty pizza from the Italian Connection in Bruntsfield by Midnight.
- On Sunday, after the fantastic ending to the Premier League season (hahahahaha MUFC) B and I met B’s sister and her friend in 99 Hanover Street and then Bramble where we started to work through my wedding look. I am so excited about all the options. I may have to get used to red lippy between now and then as it is featuring strongly in my ideas. We finished off the evening at Bar Napoli with my favourite Polla al a Crema. It made me dream even more of our honeymoon on the Amalfi Coast…
So, onto this week:
- This is the end of a period of over indulgence. As of today I am on a holiday detox. In 23 days I will be lying by the pool and I have to get fit for it. No more winter comfort eating. No more stodgy meals. No more avoiding the gym. I am going to look fab on this holiday if it kills me.
- Secondly as of today there will be no more smoking. Yes that’s right I finally signed up for smoking cessation and I am giving up again. This is day 1… wish me luck
I’ll leave you with a few photos. How was your week folks?
Miss S x
Whilst Misswolfi and I were shopping for wedding dresses last weekend we had a frank conversation about my career. Compared to some of my contemporaries I have played it a little safe, R, as only a best friend can, was scolding me gently about this. In essense, she told me I hold myself back, that I won’t get anywhere if I don’t stop being so self-depreciating. That I need to start singing my own praises a little more.
It made me think – do I?
I didn’t think so, but then I had never really thought it was an issue either.
As a child, I was encouraged to get good grades, but never to sing about them. If I did well, well, then it was smiles all round, if not then it was good enough. Failure wasn’t a bad thing either; it just meant that you were better at something else. But success, well, then you had to think about all the things you couldn’t do and work on them too. No one was, is, good or bad at everything. All you could do was to try.
Hard work is important. Work hard and however well you achieve you will always get respect for it. Be a grafter. But don’t sing and shout about working hard either; I could shout that for the last two years I have worked full time whilst completing a master’s degree. But honestly, people run countries, families, 2 jobs and do much more than I did these last 2 years, sometimes I struggle to run my life and keep my health whilst working this hard.
My mum (the adopted one) jokes that she can relay my achievements (the big ones, not me getting out of bed every day) to her friends with pride because I wasn’t hers. She can bask in the glory of my master’s degree because she didn’t make me. I can understand what she means – she is able to bask in reflective glory, but not say ‘She did this, she did this because of me.’ it takes the smugness away, but leaves the pride behind
So for R (and my mum who has already told everyone) I am going to tell you something. In two weeks time I am going to an awards ceremony. An awards ceremony where a piece of work I project managed, wrote and delivered is up for a national award.
I am proud and I am allowed to be. Now wish me luck and someone please tell me what to wear!
Miss S x
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For this week’s Wedding Wednesday hosted by Something Charming please welcome back B with another take on our wedding planning, the budget and a very special part of the ceremony… You can read B’s other post too.
Welcome B! x
The budget for the wedding has been set. Smidge is doing her best to increase it, I’ve become nervous, turning into a miserable, tight fisted b*stard. I’m Scottish she might say, it’s expected, but I don’t normally care how much something costs – I encourage spending. Do you like it? Buy it.
We’re both happy with the plans so far; we’ve hardly spent a penny – yet. But it’s going to get painful. There’s a few things I’m happy spending on, Smidge’s dress* Smidge’s wedding ring to match her engagement ring and a nice hotel for her to spend the night before the wedding in** and for when we turn up blind drunk after the do and she has to undress me and put me in the bathtub***.
So, what about me you say? What’s being spent on you? Don’t worry about me. I’m being looked after. I’m now wearing a kilt, we have an appointment at 21st Century Kilts soon and I’m going to get a custom made number. Blow the budget.
This is what a kilt should look like....
One way we’re saving is on my wedding ring. I’ve decided to use what was my grandfather’s old ring. My gran cried when I asked if she would mind me wearing it; she remembered buying my grandfather it. I could’ve cried myself. She was so happy about it that she made my mind up for me instantly.
One of the most important guests at the wedding will be my gran, our gran. I’ve spent many a good Saturday afternoon in the Eastender’s pub with her and her gang and if anyone knows the pub near the Barra’s in Glasgow you’ll understand. I’ve never met anyone like her.
Plus the ring is big, very, very big, very gold, with a giant garnet stone - a gypsy gignet ring – you won’t miss it, especially on my hobbit-like hands. It is quite possibly the most Glasgow Gangster ring you could imagine. I love it, plus it’s a fitting tribute I think.
Mr Smidge-to-be.
Boys, what would you wear as your wedding ring? Do you like the idea of passing down a ring from grandfather to grandson?
Miss S x
* My dress is bought! So excited by this right now. The shoes are next. Btw the dress is Pronovias and so cute.
** Essential for the girls to use the night before to get drunk in
***This will happen. He will still be wearing his socks.
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