Don’t need no golden ring, it’d be no match for the love you’d bring

This post is part of Wedding Wednesday hosted over at Something Charming. You can read my other wedding posts under the Mr + Mrs Smidge tag.

The word wedding means marriage, it means B and I are getting married. By getting married we want to spend the rest of our lives together. But a wedding means we also get to tell our nearest and dearest that (and have them help us do it) and then have a damn good party. That is a wedding.

What I didn’t realise was the definition of ‘wedding’ also includes many four letter words.

&(&&%^&$%^$%$!!!!

It is so fricken easy to:

  • Get upset that you can’t get married anywhere nice without having your reception there afterwards. Venues are greedy. If Saturday is your day of choice then you need 100 guests, a 3 course meal, a wine and champagne package, thousands of canapes and a piper just to get through the door. If we want our reception somewhere else (and less bland and more us) we should be able to.
  • Get angry about having to make appointments to try on wedding dresses with your best mate. Wedding shops are rude. When you phone up to make your first ever appointment you do not want to be greeted by “do I need to make an appointment for Saturday? Yes. Can I make an appointment? No” Click. No naming names, but the shop is just outside Edinburgh.
  • Think that you actually need to go to every wedding shop to try on every dress type out there; as well, you know you might actually suit a meringue ivory dress with bodice bling even when you really know that at 4 foot 11 that simple is best. Maybe a little something from Chloe instead.
  • Worry that even though you want to look amazing that you feel really sick about only wearing a dress once. And being meant to spend upwards of a £1000 on it. Especially when your man, who you normally rely on for honest fashion advice can’t see it or help you with it. Panic!
  • Forget that if you buy the shoes you really really like you will get to wear them over and over again. Spending more money on the shoes than the dress is an option, if you make it one.

Then, as you are getting frustrated for the 10th time that the invites don’t match the table settings, the bridesmaid dresses, the napkins or the venue. (Btw who gives a frick, it’s just because people tell you they are meant to. Or because every design on Etsy has an option for matching inserts…) You are reminded that this is meant to be fun.

…and then you smile.

Just for a second….and then start panicking about the flowers, the photographer, the cake, the first dance, the favours…

..and seriously start considering eloping.

Miss S-zilla x

P.s hopefully next week i’ll be able to show you the ring!

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