First comes love, then comes Marriage, then.. lets just pause it there!
So, as stated in my previous post, I'm currently in the process of planning my wedding! With the help of my mother of course, who by the way is a wedding-planning goddess or some shit, it's insane!
It was the morning of September the 26th that Robin and I announced we wanted to get married. To the confusion of my family as to why we aren't even engaged yet, we explained the same thing over and over: If we're to get married down Cornwall in June of next year, by the time Robin proposes to me in the way he wants to, it may not leave enough time to not only plan a whole wedding, but to give his family in Sweden (and Norway and Spain!) enough time to plan their travel over to the UK. It's one thing to pencil in a date, but it's another to take a whole week off work to hop on a plane and travel over to another country to celebrate a wedding!
Basically, we had the main things sorted within the first freaking month! You know, the venue, reception, bridesmaid dresses, MY dress, the guys suits.. It felt like my Mum was in her element!
I have my Maid of Honor, Emily, and my Bridesmaid, Charlotte. They were both super excited when I asked them to be in my wedding. So much so that Emily took me out dress shopping the next day!!
When It came to picking out my dress and finding my style.. I thought I knew what I wanted: Straps of some kind (halterneck, one shoulder etc) Empire waist blah blah.. but no. None of them looked quite right on me. I mean, they looked ok, but nothing hit it out of the ballpark, so to speak.
The next day, my mother takes me dress shopping and basically the second one I try on was THE ONE. This dress is gorgeous, and ironically, it's everything I said (I thought) would not look good on me. It's strapless, sort of A-line dress with a poofy bottom and layers and shit! It's stunning. Just in case my fiancé sees this, I will refrain from posting any pictures for now :) Lets just hope he doesn't read it at least...
Now that it's only 11 weeks to go (as my MoH keeps reminding me, she's so freaking excited!) a lot of the planning has been done.. here's my checklist:
-Venue - Check - Carbis Bay Hotel, bitches!
-My dress - Check
-Suits - to be ordered in May
-Photographer - Check x2!
-Entertainment - Check - my brothers friend will be singing at the reception
-Dinner - Check - Fish & Chips! Awww yiiss
-Wedding day transport - My uncle's Rolls Royce!
-Hair and Makeup - Family is helping out
-Wedding Cake - Check
-Reception - Check - A ma-hoosive Marquee on Beachside!
-Reception decor (tables, chair covers, surroundings) - Check
-Guest list - Check
-Wedding theme - Check
-Wedding Rings - Check
-Flower Girls/Pageboy/Bridesmaids gifts - Check
-Marriage notice - Check
-Wedding favors - Check
-Booked Chalets for Family (both sides) and guests - Check
All that's left is finishing up what music we want at the Ceremony, what our first dance song is going to be, getting my shoes and what gifts to give our parents!
Since we're having everyone stay in Chalets on Beachside, and they are all staying for at least a week since the wedding is on a Wednesday (even the Swedes!), we thought we would do little Welcome Packages waiting for them on the table as they enter their new temporary home!
Aside from having their beds all made and ready for them and put some money in the electric meters so they can make a cuppa when they arrive, we're also added some extras!
The Welcome Packages contain:
Toilet roll / Washing up Liquid / T-towel / Dishcloth / A Yankie Candle / Breakfast stuff: Milk, bread, eggs, bacon, sausage, juice / Snack stuff: Salad, Ham, cheese / Coffee / Tea / Sugar / Chocolate (a cheeky little treat!) / A week plan (so everyone knows whats happening) / A Welcome note! / The wedding day Itinerary.
We think with all of this, it will help them all settle in and feel comfortable and welcome without having to worry about where the nearest convenience store is and how to get to it! This way, our family and guests can all relax and have an awesome week!
A little side note: I'm so lucky to have my wedding in Cornwall. It's basically a wedding holiday! Some girls only get 1 day.. I'm getting a whole freaking week!! *happy dance*
Thursday 3 April 2014
I'm Engaged!
As of 1/1/14 at exactly (or near enough) 00:00am, I am officially the Fiancée of my lovely Husband-to-be Robin!
We went to Sweden to visit his family for Christmas and spent New Years there too. He proposed at midnight outside on the balcony with fireworks going off in the distance :D Aww!
And by the way, my ring is gorgeous, If I say so myself..
I love the traditional style engagement rings. It's so freaking shiny!
However, the ring is probably the only thing traditional about us. We actually decided to get married back in September of 2013. We announced to our family that we were going to be married in June 2014, as we're also planning on moving to America in the near future (hopefully in August of 2015)...
Backstory:
Me and my family have always gone on the same holiday every year in June for.. well probably since I was born! We always go to this lovely 'campsite' in Hayle, Cornwall. It's called 'Beachside'. My Nan and Grandad have been going there for over 50 years, and ever since my Grandad passed away and has his ashed scattered and buried in the sand down there, we made it so we go every year in June around Father's day.
Robin has been coming with us to Cornwall now for the past 4 years, and he's always known that if we were to get Married I'd love to do it down there. He informs me back in September '13 that he would like to propose to me sometime soon, but for us to achieve my dream wedding, and allow sufficient time to actually plan one (and also still have that wow-surprise factor of a proposal) we would need to inform our families A.S.A.P! So we did, and both of our families were over the moon :)
We went to Sweden to visit his family for Christmas and spent New Years there too. He proposed at midnight outside on the balcony with fireworks going off in the distance :D Aww!
And by the way, my ring is gorgeous, If I say so myself..
I love the traditional style engagement rings. It's so freaking shiny!
However, the ring is probably the only thing traditional about us. We actually decided to get married back in September of 2013. We announced to our family that we were going to be married in June 2014, as we're also planning on moving to America in the near future (hopefully in August of 2015)...
Backstory:
Me and my family have always gone on the same holiday every year in June for.. well probably since I was born! We always go to this lovely 'campsite' in Hayle, Cornwall. It's called 'Beachside'. My Nan and Grandad have been going there for over 50 years, and ever since my Grandad passed away and has his ashed scattered and buried in the sand down there, we made it so we go every year in June around Father's day.
Robin has been coming with us to Cornwall now for the past 4 years, and he's always known that if we were to get Married I'd love to do it down there. He informs me back in September '13 that he would like to propose to me sometime soon, but for us to achieve my dream wedding, and allow sufficient time to actually plan one (and also still have that wow-surprise factor of a proposal) we would need to inform our families A.S.A.P! So we did, and both of our families were over the moon :)
New Blog, Fresh Start
I'm even going to use a different font because, fuck it.
My old blog was.. Meh. Read through some posts and was like looking back at your Myspace page when you was 14. Rough.
I'm going to give something new a go. It's seemed to work fine for those that have, and a change would be nice. It's basically not giving a fuck. I couldn't count on both hands how many times I've hesitated to do or say something in wonder of how people would respond, and my god it's exhausting. Once, it took me half an hour to respond to a friends message on Facebook because I didn't want her to 'get the wrong impression'.. What did she ask me? "How are you and whats up?". I mean, really.. Get a grip. It's mentally draining. I actually believe that I've lost friends because of it. I mean, of course there's a difference between really not giving a fuck to the point of being cold-hearted, and just being honest. I'm going for the latter, obviously.
So here we are. New blog, fresh start..
Not to self: Next time you see someone wearing an awesome pair of earrings, but think there's no way you have the confidence to pull them off.. Buy a pair and rock 'em. Fuck those haters, yo ain't got time fo dat!
My old blog was.. Meh. Read through some posts and was like looking back at your Myspace page when you was 14. Rough.
I'm going to give something new a go. It's seemed to work fine for those that have, and a change would be nice. It's basically not giving a fuck. I couldn't count on both hands how many times I've hesitated to do or say something in wonder of how people would respond, and my god it's exhausting. Once, it took me half an hour to respond to a friends message on Facebook because I didn't want her to 'get the wrong impression'.. What did she ask me? "How are you and whats up?". I mean, really.. Get a grip. It's mentally draining. I actually believe that I've lost friends because of it. I mean, of course there's a difference between really not giving a fuck to the point of being cold-hearted, and just being honest. I'm going for the latter, obviously.
So here we are. New blog, fresh start..
Not to self: Next time you see someone wearing an awesome pair of earrings, but think there's no way you have the confidence to pull them off.. Buy a pair and rock 'em. Fuck those haters, yo ain't got time fo dat!
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