Breaking news: I am a thirty-year-old sequin and glitter obsessive.
Shit. It’s really happening people. In 4 months time, I’ll have said I do. Tied the knot. Be a Mrs. Cue the heart palpitations.
I have a major love affair with Etsy. I like supporting small businesses and people’s passions, which is why it’s the first place I always look for wedding inspo. Hence me dragging my mum into town Saturday for a little nose at the Etsy wedding pop up at West Elm.
I always knew I could rely on Selfridges shoe lounge in the hunt for my wedding shoes. My mum and I decided to visit my shoe Mecca and put my Manolo craving to bed.
Friend: “Where are your earrings from? They’re just adorable.”
Me: “Oh these? Just Oscar de la Renta. No big deal.”
The irony of me hating the heatwave but getting married in Antigua was pointed out to me this week. All as I fanned myself with a single sheet of paper, attractively wiping the sweat from my ‘tache, while googling to see if there was a product out there made to stop thigh chafe. All of this while on the sauna that is my crappy old train. It’s a glam old life.
OM Freakin’ G. Shit just got very real. I now have a wedding dress!!! And with one disaster appointment, an unsuccessful lug around all the London department stores and with 15 months still to go, I was not expecting it to happen at all.
Do wedding dresses really have to be whiter than white? Do they have to be bought in any kind of store, from bridal boutique to major department? Or can I just wear whatever I like, bought from wherever I like?
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been staring at a pile of wedding invites and stacks of beautifully crafted envelopes. Shit just got real. I’m getting married. And I’m now a mix of super excited and super terrified.