Like any die hard shoe fan I decided that my shoes HAVE to be fabulous for my big day. So I saw my opportunity and grabbed it with both hands (and both legs...just to be sure!), and found myself deciding on the 'Carrie Bradshaw' Something Blue, Manolo's as worn in her wedding to Big! I mean there are SEVERAL reasons why these are an obvious (only) choice as far as shoes go for the big day.
Namely;
1, They are awesome
2, If they good enough for Carrie!!!
3, They are extortionately priced, therefor making them an investment!!
4, Not only are they called Something blue, they'll be my something blue
5, Did i mention...Awesome?!
So the real question is, why NOT have them?
Well my mum would say they are "not even nice".....Mother, are you blind!!!!???!
And also they are blue....The problem with this is my wedding colours are not blue, or any colour that would go with blue, but this really isn't the point...THEY ARE AWESOME!!
But I will not be shifted, and the Manolo's are now budgeted for. WooHoo!!!
P.s, Yes I am more excited about the shoes. I'm a woman of varying shape and size and the only part of me that has been loyal, and reliable over the years is the feet. I reward them with pretty shoes! I'm nothing if not appreciative!!
But as we are only 52 weeks away from the big day I had my arm twisted to look at dresses for me (seriously, shoes and cake...all that matters!!).
So there I am. A vision of beauty...Tina Turner hair (a 'cute' nickname given by Toni to describe how my hair looks before it is treated by the wonderment's that are hair straighteners...seriously think Tina and you're not far wrong!!), no make up, pasty (and I mean pasty) pale skin tone, and ill fitting underwear. V.I.S.I.O.N!!!!!
In my defence I wasn't aware until 5 min's before leaving the house that I was going dress shopping.
Anyway.....I'm a vision....and I'm being helped into the first ever wedding dress Ive tried on. Der der der der.....It doesn't fit. Not even nearly!! GOOD...this is going well!!!!!!! Second dress...its on. THE DRESS IS ON PEOPLE!!!! Curtains open to my awaiting mother and sister....cue cocked heads (simultaneously) and grimacing faces. "Thanks ladies that's just the face I was wanting to see when I enter the church". Ok, third dress. Its on, not entirely closed at the back but we'll skip that part, open curtains, simultaneous "No". Ok then...does anyone care to embellish?!?!
And we go on and on in this fashion for a further 5 or 6 dresses. In the mean while my mum is telling the owner what kind of dress I need as in her words "they're doing nothing for my figure". Behind the curtain I have the woman telling me my mum is choosing dresses too old for me, and the woman is pulling out dresses that she wants me in.
This stopped being fun approximately 4 mins after entering the building, but I am assuming that as everyone (in the world it seems) is saying how much fun and how exciting bla bla bla dress choosing is, I should shut up, put up, and do it for them if not for me! So I do. Sorry world, but I just cannot get excited over a dress. Anyway....my brain is consumed with the fact I have missed lunch, my eyes are trying to settle a gaze anywhere except on the extra pounds around the middle of my waist and I think my face is telling everyone how uninspired I am.
I think my problem lies in the fact i NEED approval. Seriously if you question the brand of Vodka I drink I'll ask which one I should be drinking. So if I think even one person at my wedding will think I look remotely ridiculous, then I'm not buying the dress! Which goes against everything everyone is saying to me..."once you find THE dress you wont care about any ones opinion". But the fact is, I do.
Ive reached a point where Ive admitted defeat, and I'm giving them two more dresses max before I declare I want to go home. "Why don't you try this one" the shop owner asks...Yeah yeah whatever, whack it on me!
Oh.
Now actually, hang on a minute. This doesn't look half bad I might allow myself to take a proper look at myself rather than a passing glance at the mirror.
Do you know I think I might actually like this one. Sure it has the neckline that I didn't want, and its the shape my mum didn't want me in (see earlier figure shape comment), but I look almost Ok in this. Tina hair and all!!
Curtains open and I receive a pause. This is a good sign!! We are a vocal bunch us Marsh women. Never more so than when we don't like something. So silence is definitely a good thing!
"I like it"....Toni
"I like it too"...Me
"Turn around"...Mum
Mum approaches the dress, she's discussing the various colours this comes in with the shop owner. Just then another customer in the store says "You need to stop looking as that's the one". SEE THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT PEOPLE!!!....Approval. Lovely...Sold!!!
Only problem is its a smidge over budget. So its gonna have to be Bye bye Manolo's :( Ill miss you.
Friday, 30 April 2010
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
A whole lot of nothing!
So im told I should 'blog' more (and here's me thinking I will only subject you to substantial nothing-ness!!). Well you asked for it!!
After my recent attempt at wedding fayres you'd think i'd learn and avoid them at all costs. But once again I was fooled into attending one! This time by a pesky wedding co-ordinator. So off's I trot. I was quite intregued as it being held in a marque. Now I didnt think I wanted a marque but you have to check all options dont you. Needless to say, it wont be in a marque (it was the wobbly, creaking floor that was the final nail in the coffin). The ONLY salvation at the fair was the chocolate fountain lady was giving samples!
The rest of it was a disaster. There was a female singer that actually made me stop talking to a stall holder and say the words "Bloody hell". Now call me a cynic, but that cant be a good thing?! A woman who did "finger print" wedding rings (is it just me that thinks they look like you've damaged your ring somehow?), and a wedding photographer that CLEARLY doesnt like my face. Well I cannot think of any other reason as to why you'd pull a face at me upon hearing my venue and saying "Well there is a bin enclosure at the back which, as a background in photos, can give you a contempory feel". Honestly, you can tell me, is my face that offensive that you'd try and put me off using you. As there is NO WAY ON THIS EARTH that he could scoff at my venue (a lovely grand house), and then suggest I take my ridiculously expensive Manolo's and pose infront of a bin?!?!? And this is overlooking the "contempory feel" comment, which as a photographer I would think he'd have the knowledge that I'm not looking for contempory photos in a non contempory venue. And before we think maybe he's a contempory photographer, and maybe I should have picked up on that by his photo's....no....all four of his albums were in stately homes or listed buildings. Shockingly, one of those albums was taken at the very venue we are having!!! Needless to say this man will NOT be getting my buisness.
And breath!!!!......As you will also notice aswell as being a sulk, I also can be a tad rageful, (Matt is such a lucky chap!!!).
So another pointless visit to the fayres. You'd think I'd learn.
Before I go I have just a quick note to all you wedding fayre stall holders....PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE can you not pressurise your prospective brides. I am aware that my wedding ring, along with my photos are the only things ill have after the day itself. This however doesnt mean you can bully me for 45mins about the morality of spending £2000 on my ring! Yes love I know times are hard and we all have to make a buck, but honestly 15mins in and i'd decided you were waisting my time and nothing else....take note of the glazed over eyes next time!!
After my recent attempt at wedding fayres you'd think i'd learn and avoid them at all costs. But once again I was fooled into attending one! This time by a pesky wedding co-ordinator. So off's I trot. I was quite intregued as it being held in a marque. Now I didnt think I wanted a marque but you have to check all options dont you. Needless to say, it wont be in a marque (it was the wobbly, creaking floor that was the final nail in the coffin). The ONLY salvation at the fair was the chocolate fountain lady was giving samples!
The rest of it was a disaster. There was a female singer that actually made me stop talking to a stall holder and say the words "Bloody hell". Now call me a cynic, but that cant be a good thing?! A woman who did "finger print" wedding rings (is it just me that thinks they look like you've damaged your ring somehow?), and a wedding photographer that CLEARLY doesnt like my face. Well I cannot think of any other reason as to why you'd pull a face at me upon hearing my venue and saying "Well there is a bin enclosure at the back which, as a background in photos, can give you a contempory feel". Honestly, you can tell me, is my face that offensive that you'd try and put me off using you. As there is NO WAY ON THIS EARTH that he could scoff at my venue (a lovely grand house), and then suggest I take my ridiculously expensive Manolo's and pose infront of a bin?!?!? And this is overlooking the "contempory feel" comment, which as a photographer I would think he'd have the knowledge that I'm not looking for contempory photos in a non contempory venue. And before we think maybe he's a contempory photographer, and maybe I should have picked up on that by his photo's....no....all four of his albums were in stately homes or listed buildings. Shockingly, one of those albums was taken at the very venue we are having!!! Needless to say this man will NOT be getting my buisness.
And breath!!!!......As you will also notice aswell as being a sulk, I also can be a tad rageful, (Matt is such a lucky chap!!!).
So another pointless visit to the fayres. You'd think I'd learn.
Before I go I have just a quick note to all you wedding fayre stall holders....PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE can you not pressurise your prospective brides. I am aware that my wedding ring, along with my photos are the only things ill have after the day itself. This however doesnt mean you can bully me for 45mins about the morality of spending £2000 on my ring! Yes love I know times are hard and we all have to make a buck, but honestly 15mins in and i'd decided you were waisting my time and nothing else....take note of the glazed over eyes next time!!
Thursday, 1 April 2010
Do these people not realise we are in a recession?!?!?!?
So with the church being the only substantial decision to have been made so far, it is decided that I should attend some wedding fayre's.
I wake up on the first Sunday morning of wedding fayre season, bright eyed and bushy tailed. It was only 18months ago that I attended wedding fayre's with Toni when she was getting married and they were BRILLIANT! All that cake to be tasted, all the lovely Champagne freely flowing. Who care's if there is anything else there to be fair....what more than cake and champagne does a girl need?! EXACTLY...nothing!!!
I CANNOT WAIT!! I love cake. I love champagne. Surely thats half the battle with these things!
My first mistake was driving to the fayre....I mean I can be a bit scatty, but a drink driver I am not. So fueled with the knowledge that there will be a conciderable lack of champers lining my stomach, this only ment more room for cake-right?! Like any die hard cake fan, it is the first (only) thing my eyes scan for upon entering the venue. "So who's hidden the cake, people?!?!?" Sulking (I sulk a lot!!), I trudge half hartedly around the room. No champagne, no cake, no point!
20mins later I decide to go home.
Lesson learnt, Kelly no longer drives to wedding fayre's!
So wedding fayre take two. Mum's driving...good start. Champers here I come!! We are doing three fayre's today so I am MORE than excited about giving this wedding fayre freebie thing another bash!
W.F number 1-Champagne that happens to be pink!!! EXCELLENT, EXCELLENT start!! Full marks to this place, infact I may even concider this venue for my actual wedding. I mean they CLEARLY have their priorities in order!! For some reason I feel much more attentive at this fayre than last weeks attempt, so I dont even fake interest whilst looking at the stalls....I AM interested...and vocal?!?! "Wow yes your balloon features are simply magnificent" ( I HATE balloon features...balloons, in my opinion, belong at childrens parties and other such like events...they CERTAINLY have no place on my wedding tables!!) "Oooo, yes, I could think about changing my entire colour scheme for that equisite lurid green bridesmaid dress" (I dont need to embellish why this is sooo wrong do I!!). In short, I am waffeling with the best of them! And this fantastic mood I appear to be in, is not only fueled by the wonderful pink champagne, but also the DELIGHTFUL display of TWO cake stalls in the corner!! ACE!
Oooo look at that small child walking past me with an enormous muffin in his mouth which he recieved from that wonderfully talented women on the muffin stand!!! I can feel my mouth salavating in anticipation for the cake frenzie that will shortly be occuring.
I finally reach cake heaven corner, and spend 25minites charming the woman responsable for the masterpieces infront of me (Oh im in for such a big peice of this cake, she CLEARLY loves me!). "Ok Kelly well it was great to meet you. Goodbye"............GOODBYE? GOOD? BYE?...WHERES MY DAMN CAKE? Fine then. Dont give me any of your poxy cake, ill go to the muffin lady and she'll give me a muffin, we'll laugh, we'll talk and you'll SOOOO be jealous when she gets my cake order!! ( Ok the muffin lady, technically, wont get my order as I DONT want muffins-but cake lady will never know). I walk over. I stop, smile sweetly at the muffin lady and....nothing. No "hello", no "here take a cake or two", nothing!! Come on Mother, we are leaving.
W.F number 2-Champagne arrival. Why thank you I need this after the rude rude women at W.F num1. Look around. No damn cake....what is going on with these people? Ok ok, they have a chocolate fountain that will have to do!! Anna (my daughter, who was also attending the fayre's with us) frog marched straight to the chocolate fountain (she's her mothers daughter!!). Two mini dounuts, a piece of fudge, a strawberry, and a grape later we are greeted with the demand "£2.50". No not from my daughter (who is 11 and going through an extreamly opinionated phase, so barking demands is not uncommon from her...infact thats probably her most polite way of communication these days!), but from the chocolate fountain lady. "£2.50? urm ok" was the responce she got in return. Well I mean the thing was damn near digested already, so I couldnt exclaim my horror and tell her to shove her chocolate fountain kebab. Now is it just me, but this woman wants me to pay £350 for the hire of this fountain for a measly two hours for my wedding and she begrudges my offspring so much as a taster of it in goodwill. Well, guess who's not getting my buisness! After a quick look around and a wonderful makeover where my skintone was changed dramatically to a good 15 shades darker, we decided to leave.
W.F number 3-Champagne, bla bla bla...where's the cake? Ah-ha!! I found you!!! Coupled with the fact this woman was a genius (I mean the woman makes cake for a living...helloooo...genius!!!) she also had prime position of being front and center to the entrance of the venue...I like her already! So whilst mum talks to her about cookie place settings (One word mum...no!) me and Anna expertly elbow several women away from the taster box, and proceed to taste test all 3 flavours. Twice. Well its an expensive cake, you have to be sure right?!
With our tastebuds satisfied we move around the rest of the venue and hit upon my second favorite wedding related stall...Photographer. He was fantastic and as my mum informed him, the mere fact I stopped at his stall ment only good things (I dont think of myself as a photography expert, but I am very picky. I mean 'Reservoir dogs' poses for the men...hellooooo what year is this please?!?!?) So all in all a good end to the day. Potential photographer and a belly of chamagne and cake!! Winner.
Fast forwards two weeks and I decide to brave another fayre. By chance actaully. We were interested in the venue and upon phoning to arrainge a viewing they informed us of the fayre. This time its me, the other half and my son, Ben (who was in a bad bad mood so coupled with me driving=no champagne, I wasnt holding out much hope). True to form Ben was crying throughout, Matt (other half) was less than no help when discussing idea's with stall holders (honestly, they want to know what you are doing wedding wise as its "their day too" but when it comes to actual real life people, even perfect strangers, they act all matcho, grunt a bit and proclaim to have been "dragged here" and crack out that one liner sure to equal in divorce long before theres a marriage "I dont know what your bloody planning do I?"). So as you can imagine its not going well!! Til we embark on the cake stall (savior...she has a taster box....someone give these men folk some cake and see if either of them perk up a bit). Cake devoured I find myself genuinly interested in this womans cake. As in to purchace, not just eat! She has some beautiful designs and seems very reasonably priced. So I enquire about visiting her shop (she works from home), I ask about an online gallery (doesnt have one), but she assures me she can come to our home, portfolio in hand and ill get some pictures from my (many) wedding magazines and we can discuss designing my bespoke wedding cake. And then once we have designed, quite frankly, the most important part of my day I just need to give her a £200 deposit to hold the day...............(pause)...........£200? To hold the day? All she has to do is make the damn thing. Its a fruit cake....she's starting it in November....we get married in April??? Whats to hold? Im only paying £250 to hold my reception venue day, and that is costing me a conciderable amount more than the £300 the cake is costing.
Hanging my head in exhaustion I leave not knowing if im cut out for this wedding malarky.
Needless to say the rest of this wedding is getting planned online. That way I dont have to hide my shocked face when someone wants yat another enormous deposit for something that I wont be seeing for another year!!
I wake up on the first Sunday morning of wedding fayre season, bright eyed and bushy tailed. It was only 18months ago that I attended wedding fayre's with Toni when she was getting married and they were BRILLIANT! All that cake to be tasted, all the lovely Champagne freely flowing. Who care's if there is anything else there to be fair....what more than cake and champagne does a girl need?! EXACTLY...nothing!!!
I CANNOT WAIT!! I love cake. I love champagne. Surely thats half the battle with these things!
My first mistake was driving to the fayre....I mean I can be a bit scatty, but a drink driver I am not. So fueled with the knowledge that there will be a conciderable lack of champers lining my stomach, this only ment more room for cake-right?! Like any die hard cake fan, it is the first (only) thing my eyes scan for upon entering the venue. "So who's hidden the cake, people?!?!?" Sulking (I sulk a lot!!), I trudge half hartedly around the room. No champagne, no cake, no point!
20mins later I decide to go home.
Lesson learnt, Kelly no longer drives to wedding fayre's!
So wedding fayre take two. Mum's driving...good start. Champers here I come!! We are doing three fayre's today so I am MORE than excited about giving this wedding fayre freebie thing another bash!
W.F number 1-Champagne that happens to be pink!!! EXCELLENT, EXCELLENT start!! Full marks to this place, infact I may even concider this venue for my actual wedding. I mean they CLEARLY have their priorities in order!! For some reason I feel much more attentive at this fayre than last weeks attempt, so I dont even fake interest whilst looking at the stalls....I AM interested...and vocal?!?! "Wow yes your balloon features are simply magnificent" ( I HATE balloon features...balloons, in my opinion, belong at childrens parties and other such like events...they CERTAINLY have no place on my wedding tables!!) "Oooo, yes, I could think about changing my entire colour scheme for that equisite lurid green bridesmaid dress" (I dont need to embellish why this is sooo wrong do I!!). In short, I am waffeling with the best of them! And this fantastic mood I appear to be in, is not only fueled by the wonderful pink champagne, but also the DELIGHTFUL display of TWO cake stalls in the corner!! ACE!
Oooo look at that small child walking past me with an enormous muffin in his mouth which he recieved from that wonderfully talented women on the muffin stand!!! I can feel my mouth salavating in anticipation for the cake frenzie that will shortly be occuring.
I finally reach cake heaven corner, and spend 25minites charming the woman responsable for the masterpieces infront of me (Oh im in for such a big peice of this cake, she CLEARLY loves me!). "Ok Kelly well it was great to meet you. Goodbye"............GOODBYE? GOOD? BYE?...WHERES MY DAMN CAKE? Fine then. Dont give me any of your poxy cake, ill go to the muffin lady and she'll give me a muffin, we'll laugh, we'll talk and you'll SOOOO be jealous when she gets my cake order!! ( Ok the muffin lady, technically, wont get my order as I DONT want muffins-but cake lady will never know). I walk over. I stop, smile sweetly at the muffin lady and....nothing. No "hello", no "here take a cake or two", nothing!! Come on Mother, we are leaving.
W.F number 2-Champagne arrival. Why thank you I need this after the rude rude women at W.F num1. Look around. No damn cake....what is going on with these people? Ok ok, they have a chocolate fountain that will have to do!! Anna (my daughter, who was also attending the fayre's with us) frog marched straight to the chocolate fountain (she's her mothers daughter!!). Two mini dounuts, a piece of fudge, a strawberry, and a grape later we are greeted with the demand "£2.50". No not from my daughter (who is 11 and going through an extreamly opinionated phase, so barking demands is not uncommon from her...infact thats probably her most polite way of communication these days!), but from the chocolate fountain lady. "£2.50? urm ok" was the responce she got in return. Well I mean the thing was damn near digested already, so I couldnt exclaim my horror and tell her to shove her chocolate fountain kebab. Now is it just me, but this woman wants me to pay £350 for the hire of this fountain for a measly two hours for my wedding and she begrudges my offspring so much as a taster of it in goodwill. Well, guess who's not getting my buisness! After a quick look around and a wonderful makeover where my skintone was changed dramatically to a good 15 shades darker, we decided to leave.
W.F number 3-Champagne, bla bla bla...where's the cake? Ah-ha!! I found you!!! Coupled with the fact this woman was a genius (I mean the woman makes cake for a living...helloooo...genius!!!) she also had prime position of being front and center to the entrance of the venue...I like her already! So whilst mum talks to her about cookie place settings (One word mum...no!) me and Anna expertly elbow several women away from the taster box, and proceed to taste test all 3 flavours. Twice. Well its an expensive cake, you have to be sure right?!
With our tastebuds satisfied we move around the rest of the venue and hit upon my second favorite wedding related stall...Photographer. He was fantastic and as my mum informed him, the mere fact I stopped at his stall ment only good things (I dont think of myself as a photography expert, but I am very picky. I mean 'Reservoir dogs' poses for the men...hellooooo what year is this please?!?!?) So all in all a good end to the day. Potential photographer and a belly of chamagne and cake!! Winner.
Fast forwards two weeks and I decide to brave another fayre. By chance actaully. We were interested in the venue and upon phoning to arrainge a viewing they informed us of the fayre. This time its me, the other half and my son, Ben (who was in a bad bad mood so coupled with me driving=no champagne, I wasnt holding out much hope). True to form Ben was crying throughout, Matt (other half) was less than no help when discussing idea's with stall holders (honestly, they want to know what you are doing wedding wise as its "their day too" but when it comes to actual real life people, even perfect strangers, they act all matcho, grunt a bit and proclaim to have been "dragged here" and crack out that one liner sure to equal in divorce long before theres a marriage "I dont know what your bloody planning do I?"). So as you can imagine its not going well!! Til we embark on the cake stall (savior...she has a taster box....someone give these men folk some cake and see if either of them perk up a bit). Cake devoured I find myself genuinly interested in this womans cake. As in to purchace, not just eat! She has some beautiful designs and seems very reasonably priced. So I enquire about visiting her shop (she works from home), I ask about an online gallery (doesnt have one), but she assures me she can come to our home, portfolio in hand and ill get some pictures from my (many) wedding magazines and we can discuss designing my bespoke wedding cake. And then once we have designed, quite frankly, the most important part of my day I just need to give her a £200 deposit to hold the day...............(pause)...........£200? To hold the day? All she has to do is make the damn thing. Its a fruit cake....she's starting it in November....we get married in April??? Whats to hold? Im only paying £250 to hold my reception venue day, and that is costing me a conciderable amount more than the £300 the cake is costing.
Hanging my head in exhaustion I leave not knowing if im cut out for this wedding malarky.
Needless to say the rest of this wedding is getting planned online. That way I dont have to hide my shocked face when someone wants yat another enormous deposit for something that I wont be seeing for another year!!
Monday, 22 March 2010
Start as you mean to go on???
WoooHooo!!!!
He did it...I'm Engaged!!!
So I think its only fair you get some background.
I have been a smidge obsessed about weddings ever since (birth!) my baby sister did the very un-decent thing of getting married before me. I know right....how dare she!! I knew you'd be on my side! (Yes it is about sides...we're sisters...Its ALWAYS about sides).
So there it is. Toni (the sis) is getting married and there I am in the very first flushes of romance. Sooo far removed from marriage talk of my own that the fact I have decided already exactly which wedding cake im having seems maybe a bit inappropriate. But anyway, its fine....I truely believe that as soon as Toni has her wedding ill calm down. Its just the whirlwind of her wedding thats sweeping me up with all the romance right??
Fast forward a year, Toni had her wedding. It was beautiful. And suprisingly so, the tears shed by me on the day were not jealousy tears, but tears that my un-cooperative son wouldnt remove his dummy for any of the photos! (As you'll no doubt also discover later on I also have a small obsession with photography, aswell as weddings....which makes the dream of wedding photographer a compleatly plausable one).
So its all over..Toni can bask in the glow of new bride and ill go back to allowing my boyfriend to have a conversation with me about something other than weddings, right?....WRONG!! Now im not usually the sister who is known for her "opinionated view's" but something inside me had changed. I had become (in the words of my new brother in law) a bunny boiler. Personally, I think his words are harsh! I have to admit I was wedding crazy, so coupled with the fact that EVERYONE seemed to be getting engaged made not a very happy Kelly! Needless to say the subsequent romantic trips we went on were mainly spent, by me, waiting for him to get down on one knee! This did not happen. So like the mature, dignified adult I am...I sulked. And sulked and sulked some more. I think the turning point was when some close friends got engaged and I threw an almighty strop. At this point I knew not only had I lost the plot, but something needed doing about my wedding attitude.
But then because Matt is the superstar that he is (or I eventually wore him down...the minor details are not relevent) I got my proposal!!! WooHoo!!
So after the mandatory phoning of the parents and close family, I did what any sain person of our time does...and notified the world through Facebook!!!!
Kelly Marsh is now Engaged!!
comments: (I wont name the friend who commented, I dont do confrontation!!) Congratulations Kelly, My marriage broke down today!
.............(pause)...............Oh!
So...start as you mean to go on is the turn of phrase....Lets hope not eh, or I may drive poor Matt to distraction with my new found oppinionated view's.
He did it...I'm Engaged!!!
So I think its only fair you get some background.
I have been a smidge obsessed about weddings ever since (birth!) my baby sister did the very un-decent thing of getting married before me. I know right....how dare she!! I knew you'd be on my side! (Yes it is about sides...we're sisters...Its ALWAYS about sides).
So there it is. Toni (the sis) is getting married and there I am in the very first flushes of romance. Sooo far removed from marriage talk of my own that the fact I have decided already exactly which wedding cake im having seems maybe a bit inappropriate. But anyway, its fine....I truely believe that as soon as Toni has her wedding ill calm down. Its just the whirlwind of her wedding thats sweeping me up with all the romance right??
Fast forward a year, Toni had her wedding. It was beautiful. And suprisingly so, the tears shed by me on the day were not jealousy tears, but tears that my un-cooperative son wouldnt remove his dummy for any of the photos! (As you'll no doubt also discover later on I also have a small obsession with photography, aswell as weddings....which makes the dream of wedding photographer a compleatly plausable one).
So its all over..Toni can bask in the glow of new bride and ill go back to allowing my boyfriend to have a conversation with me about something other than weddings, right?....WRONG!! Now im not usually the sister who is known for her "opinionated view's" but something inside me had changed. I had become (in the words of my new brother in law) a bunny boiler. Personally, I think his words are harsh! I have to admit I was wedding crazy, so coupled with the fact that EVERYONE seemed to be getting engaged made not a very happy Kelly! Needless to say the subsequent romantic trips we went on were mainly spent, by me, waiting for him to get down on one knee! This did not happen. So like the mature, dignified adult I am...I sulked. And sulked and sulked some more. I think the turning point was when some close friends got engaged and I threw an almighty strop. At this point I knew not only had I lost the plot, but something needed doing about my wedding attitude.
But then because Matt is the superstar that he is (or I eventually wore him down...the minor details are not relevent) I got my proposal!!! WooHoo!!
So after the mandatory phoning of the parents and close family, I did what any sain person of our time does...and notified the world through Facebook!!!!
Kelly Marsh is now Engaged!!
comments: (I wont name the friend who commented, I dont do confrontation!!) Congratulations Kelly, My marriage broke down today!
.............(pause)...............Oh!
So...start as you mean to go on is the turn of phrase....Lets hope not eh, or I may drive poor Matt to distraction with my new found oppinionated view's.
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