Weddingnesday… a year and a half in the making (sort of)

Before the wedding, the idea of blogging
about it seemed very simple.

After the wedding, our wedding,
well it feels quite different.

Where to start? How to start?
Should I even do it?

I know some of our pictures are already ‘out there’
but I guess what’s missing is our take on it.
The things we loved. The things we learned.
The people we’re proud of.

When I was engaged, I loved other people’s wedding
stories… loved reading their how-tos, their recaps
and their insights. So it only seems right
to return the favour.

So how to start…
well, how about at the beginning?
(It’s a very good place to start after all.)

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We were engaged for over a year and a half.
(Ah the fresh-facedness of people yet
to experience wedding stress!)

For almost a year, we didn’t really plan a wedding
so much as ponder a wedding.

We knew what we didn’t want
and that we wanted to make a lot
of it ourselves but that was it.

Then in November last year,
we started to get organised,
slowly but surely (but stressfully).

And before we really knew it,
it was the week of the wedding.

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Monday and Tuesday were a blur
of last days at work and people
asking how nervous we were.

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Wednesday we very unfortunately
had a family funeral. Sitting in
that church so much of the wedding
stress seemed a world away.
We still had so much to do but
that day put a lot of it into perspective.

We returned to Edinburgh that night
and found my sister, friend and Dad’s girlfriend
all sitting in our living room
diligently cutting out and crafting.
It was a little overwhelming.

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Thursday the flowers arrived.
To make sure they didn’t
die before Saturday, I filled the bath
with them. And any spare vases.
Buckets. Plastic boxes. And even
my vintage water jug.

Then last minute planning.
Last minute shopping.
Last minute baking.

Last minute cake bunting making.
Last minute panicking.
And dress stress.

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Friday and 7am the phone calls
from suppliers start.

We start packing up everything
for the wedding. All the china.
The bunting. The bits and bobs.
Oh yes and the flowers.

My not yet husband takes one car load
along the windy roads to the venue.
Me and my sister take the other car.

My Dad and his girlfriend have hung
a little ‘Mr & Mrs’ from my windscreen mirror.

I feel like I’m moving house,
going on holiday and doing
an exam at the same time.

Which might explain why I’m
giggling and scowling
all at once.

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{Next Weddingnesday post… the set-up.}