Recaps/Details: Hair

For those of you who didn't see the very hurried photo I slapped on to Twitter this is the back of my hair.

More importantly this is the hair slide that the very lovely Rebecca made for me. Trying to explain who Rebecca was and why when she is so lovely she still wasn't coming to the wedding (asked myself that question about a billion times) was quite tricky*.

*I may have told a couple of incy wincy white lies to my family

Recaps/Details: Flowers

I hope from my terribly cropped photos that you can see how wonderful my flowers were.

Photos by our photographer and family members

Recaps: Morning of

I woke to the shipping forecast – awesome! The radio had been on all night to try and help me sleep - actually leading to some pretty bizarre dreams. 

I’m going to be sick, I’m going to be sick, I’m freezing cold but sweating like a pig and I’m going to be sick. These were mainly the thoughts going through my head from 5:30 the morning of my wedding. 

I waited a reasonable amount of time before texting my Dad and asking for my Mum to come along to keep me company. She ran me a bath with the rose petal bath bomb that O’s Mum had given me the night before. I’d just sunk into the bath and started to warm up when the hairdresser arrived. I got up, locked the bathroom door and sunk back into the bath for another fifteen minutes or so. During which time plug sockets* were located, straighteners were switched on and my bridesmaids finally arrived. We were all staying at the venue apart from O who was staying at our flat.

probably on twitter

Soon I felt that I was missing the action, there were questions I needed to answer and really as an adult I couldn’t spend the morning of my wedding hiding in the bathroom trying not to be sick**. Breakfast finally arrived and I managed to eat some really not very pleasant grapes and a square of toast.

having my naturally curly hair curled

Hair was coiffed, make up was applied and panics were had. We had forgotten to arrange any music and the radio and TV music channels weren’t really cutting it so an emergency message was relayed to my Dad to bring his i-pod and speakers immediately. My Mum, sisters and I spent the rest of the morning singing (we know all of the words) to Graceland – Paul Simon and anything by Bruce Springsteen*** much to the bemusement of my niece, hairdresser and make up friend. 

The morning was interrupted by me bursting into tears several times for no apparent reason (frequently after I’d read a tweet/message for you lovely lot) and insisting that no one be nice to me the nastier the better to stop the tears.

being asked to look meaningfully at my dress was amusing for some reason

Our photographer finally arrived, he got lost trying to find O at our flat so we had a few photos taken. Time was marching on at this point so it got to be a bit of a rush. We finally managed to kick the photographer out of the room and I was put into my dress. It was TIME!!!!!

*if you are getting ready at your venue make sure there is enough plugs in the room for hair dryers etc. and a big mirror.

**if that is what morning sickness feels like it is going to take some time to persuade me that babies are a good idea unless O can carry them instead of me (medical miracle in the offing?)

***we were brought up on that music. 

The photos in this post are a mixture of family and professional photographer. As our photographer is a family friend and doesn't usually photograph weddings I'm not going to link to him. If anyone is desperate for his details please contact me.

Recaps: My biggest regret

My biggest regret is therefore my biggest piece of advice.

If at all possible spend the night before your wedding with your husband to be. 

Do not spend it in a massive hotel room in a strange bed. 

O and I frequently spend time apart, he is away for his stupid sport or I go away with work or to spend time down south with my family. We’re used to being apart and quite frequently sleep better when we’ve got more room in the bed. 

All week I’d been questioning why we were spending the night apart but it is traditional, we’d paid for the hotel room that night, it is expected, etc. etc. 

Bollocks to them all. I couldn’t sleep for shit. Felt absolutely appalling all morning before the ceremony. Sickly sweet and soppy whatever you wish to call it but I was nauseous and on the brink of tears until I saw O at the other end of the aisle. Then I started to enjoy our day. 

Would I have felt better if it weren’t a strange bed, would I have felt the same if O and I had stayed together? There really isn’t anyway of knowing but if I were to have my time over I’d be snuggling up to my man whispering, "we’re getting married in the morning, sweet dreams". 

Recaps: The day before

Friday started as a relaxed day. Mum and I had appointments with make-up friend to get our nails done. Mum had a manicure, I had a manicure and pedicure, and my eyebrows tidied. After her treatment Mum, left me too it and headed into town to return something and headed back to our flat. O came into town and met me for lunch we sat chatting about random stuff slightly in a daze that we were getting married the next day. We picked up a couple of thank you cards and then headed to the station to welcome Mum2 off the train. My parents took Mum2 to her hotel to get her settled in and O and I went home. Where in general we just lazed about our best man came over to show us his slightly sunburnt face! We made up a few of “reserved” signs for our usher (nephew) to put on seats in the ceremony and printed the readings in big type for our readers. My parents came and took the dresses up to the venue. We received text messages that #1 and her family were delayed – thanks sleazy jet. Apparently, there was a shortage of air traffic controllers for Scottish skies that day which affected all flights coming north. Quite late in the afternoon we realised that we still had to pack and transport all the rest of the “stuff” to the venue. After a little frenzied activity, we chucked everything in the car and dashed up to the venue. Chucked everything into the bridal suite and went to see the function room all set up. Handed over the place names, table plan, table names etc. to the venue staff and went to find our guests. The staff at the venue did a great job with the tables.

After much chatting and numerous/repeated introductions of the different sides of the family we sat down for dinner. We hadn’t thought to make up a seating plan for the meal so there was a bit of an awkward moment and the families split into their respective groups but hey what could we do. #1, her husband, #2’s partner, niece, and nephew finally arrived and managed to grab some dinner.

During the meal I remembered all the essential things I’d managed to leave at our flat* so O and I did another dash back to the flat and back to the venue where I was spending the night. By this time, I was shattered and went straight upstairs. Then I remembered that the hairdresser had asked that I wash my hair the night before so I jumped in the shower and finally fell into bed with wet hair. Ping! I was wide-awake. I read the tweets I’d missed from the evening and read some blog posts via my phone. Then just tossed and turned thinking about everything and anything. I had a serious cry over the fact that I hadn’t remembered to get a card for O to tell him how I felt and how excited I was to be his wife (#fiancéfail). I also had some hairy ‘I wish I had chosen a different dress moments’. I turned on the radio and tried to fall asleep. I listened to the shipping forecast and then the national anthem, which they played before switching to World Service (very odd). I finally fell into a fitful sleep.

*make a list of things to pack for the day of and remember the next day I forgot a jumper for the next day and O had to wear his brogues under his jeans as he'd forgotten shoes. Oh and remember to look at the list while you pack instead of assuming you will remember everything.

Recaps: Start at the beginning

I need to start somewhere, the problem is that I’m not sure where to begin. But I suppose to begin at the beginning makes sense. 

Can I please ask that you don’t get your hopes up over pictures? 

When I asked, my then fiancé, what photos I’d be allowed to put on the blog he stated that I could put as many pictures of me on as I wanted but he didn’t want to appear. When we got the photos (yes we have them) I suggested that I would pick a few photos for his approval to be put online. He has even suggested that I put celebrity heads over his face so please do not be mistaken into thinking that I married Leonardo DiCaprio or Orlando Bloom. My husband is much better looking but very shy. I’m also very shy and still have anonymity worries.

I’m going to make my way through events in order. My brain works better like that although there will probably be some random details thrown in all over the place.

A year ago

A year ago today my boy wrote magical words in the sand

Today we have been married for eight days

*image by me

Today

 

 

Today is the day we get married.

Inspired by this lovely lady's post on this lovely lady's wedding day.

All images from here apart from the 10 which is from here.

(A scheduled post I'm not actually blogging on my wedding day!)

A big shout out to Stacy and Ryan over at You Can't Take it With You who are also getting married today.

See you on the other side

So lovely readers this is me signing off until after the wedding. Thank you for keeping me company on this crazy journey. 






I suspect I won’t be able to resist a hop on to twitter every now and again. (I'm only private on twitter to prevent spammers so just ask)

Not our first dance song 3

When we first got together O made me a mix CD. Putting all cheesiness aside I loved it – can’t bloody find it now (haven’t properly looked because it is somewhere in his CD collection which is too huge and scary to contemplate) but I played it a LOT. There was no romance (never has been) there was no soppiness. This was a taster and insight into O’s music collection. They were songs that went together well and he’d obviously put a lot of effort into it. The song we have chosen for our first dance is on the CD.


He maybe should have listened to the words a bit more because some of the songs aren’t really appropriate for your new girlfriend. Still it is a great song and Belle and Sebastian are still one of O’s favourites.




Belle and Sebastian Lazy Line Painter Jane