How hard could it be?
You’d think I’d know better than to utter such arrogant words and rouse Fate from her sleep. The Co-pilot and I figured we could pull together a wedding in 3 months as we’re both organised, practical people and, honestly, how hard could it be?
3 months and some sedatives later, I’m left eating humble pie. This wedding certainly tested my patience and sanity at points. The term “bridezilla” may have been uttered more than once. To be fair, most parts of this wedding were simple – I bought my dress and shoes in under 2 hours. So efficient was I that my matron of honour, L-bean, had to ask whether I had actually tried them on. Those parts were easy – what tried my patience continuously, even as late as 2 days ago was the venue…
“Did anyone mention the building works to you?”
“Oops, we’ve actually hired your space out to someone else”
“Oh – so installing in lecture chairs in your hall is going to be a problem for you?”
So if you had to change your wedding plans 3 times in as many months because your venue was being run by a number of circus monkeys, I’m sure you’d be short with people too. But, despite their trials and with the constant support of our very calm family and friends, I think we’ve survived. My sanity though a bit shredded is still intact, we have managed to plan for the wedding we wanted (read: lots of good food and wine involved) and it even looks like we might have even hit the weather jackpot and have miraculously coaxed the sun to shine during an entire summer of miserable weather. And there are mushrooms growing on our venue lawn this morning! Surely that’s a good omen!