Let me preface this by saying that we’ve already established I’m a total fraud. In coordinating my blank canvas venue I’ve discovered I know an awful lot about pretty things but I’m not a fan of logistics. Or expense. Or reality.
So the other day I was innocently minding my own business on Twitter when one of my lovely friends asked the rather innocuous question: “so, how long until the big day?”
Now for the last few months I’ve been floating along in a wonderful wedding blogging bubble, busying myself with talk of lace and tulle, marvelling at pretty pastels and generally having the time of my life. And all this time it’s been in my head that I’m getting married in a year.
So imagine my shock when, in answering this well-intentioned question, I counted up to August on my fingers… and once I’d reached seven fingers I’d reached my wedding date. Scarcely believing it could really be that soon I counted again. Nope, no mistake. Seven months till the wedding. SEVEN MONTHS? To give you an indication of what that is in wedding time, it feels like I wrote this post just a week ago – I wrote it in July!! That was 6 months ago. Time goes fast.
So what did I do? Well, first of all I freaked out. Yup, I totally freaked out.
Then I rang all my friends so they could listen to me freak out.
The scenarios I was freaking out about include (but are not limited to):
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So after freaking out about all of the above I went into wedding planning overdrive. I began frantically running around the house, shouting garbled orders at John about invitations and guest lists and insurance. I’m not sure he knew which nag to follow first. So after hours of wearing myself out I decided to do things one at a time.
I rang the marquee company for a quote so I could get the final plan for the day underway.
I had looked at their quote estimator online and was expecting it would be along those lines. Relatively expensive, but still affordable. No such luck.
OK so it was a lot more than I was expecting – mainly because I didn’t understand that PLUS VAT means plus several hundred pounds. And because they appear to charge top dollar for everything. Ouch.
So with the help of my lovely Twitter friends I’m on the hunt for a better deal – and as soon as I find it I’ll let you all know. But for now I’m going to try to help out other brides having their first big bridezilla moment. So sit down and read:
Have you had a Bridezilla moment? Care to share? Leave me a comment! ♥