What a Difference a Year Makes...
I thought to look back over thirtysomethingbride - this is what I posted on there on this day last year. What a difference a year makes!
So, now it's time for some actual wedding planning, as opposed to vaguely musing about weddings. In November, on the 5th anniversary of our first meeting, my Intended and I visited the country hotel that I had fixated upon for a Valentine's Day wedding. For some reason, it was of great significance to me to end my 30s with
a bang a wedding, and wake up on my 40th birthday a married woman. I might have mentioned this once or twice, but my Intended wasn't keen on the idea and so we were sort of haphazardly thinking about a June wedding (to call it' planning' would be stretching things a bit), until I splurged my feelings about it all onto these pages.
'Let's go and have a look at the hotel then,' he said. I called to book a meal at the hotel, and told them we were thinking of having our wedding there. I rang back later with the afterthought that we could stay the night there, too.
'We only have the Bridal Suite available, at £400.'
I told them we couldn't afford that, and after a muffled conversation the receptionist told me that they had managed to squeeze us in somewhere. On arrival, we were told that we had in fact been upgraded to the Bridal Suite 'free of charge'.
'So much to do, and only an hour before dinner!' I mourned, sinking my toes into the deep pile carpet as I surveyed the massive apartment with wood-burning stove, whirlpool bath, HUGE TV in front of the four poster bed, private garden...'We should have got here earlier!'
It was decided. We would have a small, intimate wedding here, on Valentine's Day, with a civil ceremony in the 'Orangery' with its view out on to the frost-covered hills, and spend the evening by the enormous log fire upstairs. I am swept away by the romance of this: the log fires, the hills, the escape to a country retreat - but most of all, the date. I never expected my Intended to change his mind and move the wedding forward, and the fact that he cares about my happiness - enough to indulge this whim, so silly but so important to me - feels like the most romantic thing of all
So, now we have 8 weeks to plan our romantic wedding. The invitations arrived today. I have 3 mail-order wedding dresses under my bed ready to try on when I get a private moment. Venue - check. Guests - check. Dress - we'll see. Anything that isn't done, won't matter soon....