We ticked off the last item on our wedding to-do list last week. A three-piece navy blue number, complete with red bow tie and boutonniere. The suit on the mannequin caught my eye and I had to have that one. The others on the rack looked lacking, ugly shades of blue, and the wrong number of stitches. The salesman joked if we forced him to take it off the dummy we would need to buy it. And after we overhead his boss telling him off for a naked doll, we of course had no choice.
The colour scheme for this wedding is turning out unlike what I had initially imagined. I was meant to wear white (and only white), Conor was to be dressed in a black tux, the bridesmaids in grey, and the flower girls in pink. Instead I’ll be making a costume change to red after the ceremony, Conor will be in blue, the bridesmaids picked 5 different colours (and styles), and the flower girls will be in white. But like most things in life, plans rarely turn out how you want them to. Sometimes you have to roll with the punches and say no to a third dress shopping trip. Our photographs will look fun.
Conor and I sent out our own invites months ago, but my parents have only just got round to inviting their large circle of people. My Dad made a weekend trip up North to hand-deliver a few cards, because when you’re old-school Asian you literally go the extra mile.
I have a large box of wedding favours sat by the end of my bed, and shoes I need to start breaking in. I’m putting the final touches to our plans for Barcelona and Seville – at some point we’ll need to go holiday shopping for luggage and shorts. I’m going to eat a lot and Conor will work on his tan.
As I work through the hours of my final week at work, I am acutely conscious of the fact when I return in 6 weeks it will be as a married woman. With responsibilities, and
In a few short weeks I will no longer have a well equipped kitchen, and I will probably be baking a lot less than I already am while we find our feet. Is an egg timer absolutely essential? Conor’s own kitchen had never seen a sieve, nor a weighing scale, before I started moving in without telling him. I fondly remember doubling a glass bottle as a rolling pin, and grating blocks of cheese and an onion with a knife. We’re resourceful like that.
I’ve been keeping this raspberry and white chocolate chip blondies recipe in the pipeline for a really long time. I’ll get better at this again.