Showing posts with label Royal Wedding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Royal Wedding. Show all posts

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Wedmin

In a week of catching up I've been asked about wedmin, inevitably, a couple of times every day.

The good news for me and TLOML is that wedmin is being kept to an absolute minimum. The venue was so obvious it chose itself and took a couple of emails to book. We've decided to put off tackling the oversized guestllist for as long as possible (and since we're not getting married till July 2012 that's some way off).

The only other biggie, the kind of thing people can really get exercised about because apparently it takes months, is the wedding dress.

On that, I really got lucky. On a sunny Easter Sunday wander down the High Line into SoHo, TLOML and I saw an interesting looking vintage shop I mused that might be worth a second look one day when he wasn't around. 'Come on', he said, 'We're here, why not look now. And hey, that dress in the window's kind of cool, isn't it?'

So in we went. And that dress in the window was more than cool: it is glamourous, fits like a glove and was 20% off for one day only. Reader, I bought it.
My dress is the one that's missing. If you look closely you can see it in the blue plastic bag I'm holding in the reflection

One more thing to tick off in my bridal planner. Will have to get one first, but once I have, I will tick off 'buy dress'. Hurrah!

It's not like this...

...or this...

...or this.


The slightly lame thing about all of this is that pretty much my favourite thing about the dress is the story of the dress. How jolly fabulous to be able to say 'Oh, I just picked it up in a vintage shop in SoHo, you know...'. This smug feeling's going to last a long long time.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Wedding fever

Do I give two hoots? It turns out I do. I just looked at the clock and realised I've spent 45 minutes looking at Royal Wedding nonsense online. From the Guardian's interactive map, to the Hello! coverage of nutters sleeping outside Westminster Abbey, it's all proved rather fascinating.


London appears to have gone bananas, union jacks and crazy Royal watchers on every street. I feel a bit sad that I'm going to land the day after it all happens. I also feel a bit sad that I feel that way. What's wrong with me? I'm a Smiths fan suddenly bewitched by a Royal spectactular. Shame on me.

Shame on me also that I was touched by their complete anodyne statement 'The affection shown to us by so many people during our engagement has been incredibly moving, and has touched us deeply. We would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone most sincerely for their kindness.'


Long live Kate and Wills! (provide your own fanfare)