In exactly 6 months time, this will be Oli and I. Minus the perms. (Or will we have perms? You'll have to wait & see!)
Despite being highly, highly unorganised, and squandering away my free time by blogging, daydreaming, reading, or staring into space, I still wish it were 6 weeks rather than 6 months. It's impossible to put into words how esctatic I am to become Olis wife. To become a Tabak, and finally share the same name as my children.
As I sit here daydreaming, pushing aside all of the things I am yet to tick off the list, all I can see, clear as day, is Olis face as I walk towards him up that aisle. His goofy grin, and my overwhelming emotions, joining forces for life. Will we laugh? Will we cry? Will I break into a run? The anticipation is killing me!
Admittedly, for the past 7 months, majority of my wedding thoughts have been totally focused on how the bridal party will look, how the venue will look, and mostly how I will look. Given, it is a big part of the day, alas, the biggest part is marrying the man of my dreams, which was somehow overlooked. This hit me with force on Saturday when Oli stepped out of the changing room in his wedding outfit. I nearly fell over. 'I get to marry this gorgeous man? The one with the sparkling blue eyes, cute butt, and strong hands? The one with the hilarious sense of humour and the kindest soul?' No. Freaking. Way.
Let's do this already!! (Ok maybe I do need a bit more time, but 6 months is going to feel like a lifetime)
I feel like we are on track anyway, the only major thing we need to organise now is our rings, the rest is just bits & pieces. Zee pièce de résistance (dress), is still underway, I haven't had a fitting in yonks, but one is scheduled in for next weekend. This fitting is a biggy as it is the first one with my actual dress, all the rest have been prototypes, so I am über excited to see how she looks! It's bittersweet doing this dress business alone, on the one hand I have only my opinion to trust, yet on the other hand, I have no one else's opinion on it. See the dilemma? I desperately wanted to bring Oli in to help me choose but apparently that's a big no no. At the end of the day, opinions can do more harm than good, and if no one else loves it, at least I will right? Right.
One thing I am struggling with is a speech. Do you go for the comedic audience pleaser approach? Or the sentimental tear jerker? Do I really want to hear crickets at my dry jokes, or have Oli blubbering like a baby at my side? Tough one.
The amount of decisions you make for one day is mind blowing! Well, the amount I make is anyway. Out of the 300,000 total, Oli makes around 3, and the remaining 299,997 are all on me. Which is fun..
Approximately 100,000 will be made in February when I shoot over to Bali for a week, which is a huge relief, international organising is a real pain in the ass.
And that's where we are at with it all! And here I am, procrastinating for another day. The circle of life continues....
In other news,
Summer is here!! In all of it's glittering glory! Time to bust out the cocktail shaker & BBQ tongs & cork hats!
Thank F I actually get to have a few drinks this year, instead of waddling around a hot, sweaty, hormonal mess. Sayonara pregnancy, see you never!
Both infants are snoozing, I'm going to try to tackle this speech business/ browse Pinterest for recipes
Happy Monday folks,
Gem
Thought of the day "
All I want for Christmas is new boobs.
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