Rev-ing it Up

There's nothing like seeing a vicar fill in some official paperwork to remind you that you are really getting married. Really. Getting. Married.

I don't mind admitting to you that my tummy did some serious somersaults as I saw it all go down in black and white. While I'm really excited about becoming Damian's wife - there's also some terror mixed in there too. I really do need to take up yoga in a bid to calm myself down before the big day, I may be the first bride to say her vows with her leg behind her ear...

Our vicar also booked us in to do a questionnaire next time we meet up, this will apparently work out how compatible our thoughts are about marriage. He then went on to tell us about a couple whose results were so massively different - they split up. Ouch.

Anyway, moving swiftly on, I've managed to get some other jobs sorted out - including importing some table decorations from the States. I discovered I could save loads of money doing it that way, even with the postal charges. They arrived intact and are every bit as lovely as they looked on the website, so everyone's happy.

I'm struggling to find bridesmaid dresses in both the style and colour I'd envisaged, but I'll have to get my dress first before I can make any firm decisions about that, so I'm trying not to stress. The hunt is still on for a hairdresser for the big day, and I'm resigned to having to have my shoes made to get both the style and heel height that I want. It's more than I want to spend, but actually less than a lot of the 'off the peg' bridal shoes, and at least they will be EXACTLY what I want.

Every time I get one thing sorted, another one pops up - anyone else feeling like this?!