Like a writer avoiding the next novel (I'm doing that too) or teen swerving study, I've been putting off the organising of my wedding and blogging about it.
Fear is the thief of time.
But I'm back, the wedding is but a change of season away (April 27, 2012) and there's lots to tell.
After hours of deliberating over some finer details, I realised this:
I have never left a wedding with a piece of cake, a favour or memory of the flowers. Am I alone?Granted, this could be partly to do with alcohol but I don't consider them very important.
Not so for many brides-to-be who give over a chunk of their budget to have the best and to be fair, I lost a a lot of daylight looking at amazing cakes on sites like weddingcakes and hitched.
I blame it on Wedding Porn as my friend Suzanne calls it - the magazines that ooze ideas and images of what you too could have. (Ooh, do you think I'll get lots of porn ads on my site now I've mentioned it?)
They're funny things, bridal mags. The window in which you can legitimately obsess over them is short - before the proposal is borderline bunny boiler and after the Big Day, redundant unless you've got No2 in mind. Again, this indicates a slight Loopy Lou.
And yet, the choice of titles in this genre is huge and the readership fairly buoyant, which could point towards many outside their window furtively sneaking them in the shopping trolley.
When my first plan to make a fortune to go towards the wedding failed (don't believe anyone who tells you blogging can net a fortune. Despite 2,000 hits in the first week, this site has brought in a grand total of £3.75 through Google Ad clicks) I decided to offer a wedding blog to a magazine - Brides, with the largest readership - at 275,000 an estimated 0.5 per cent of the adult population. Three emails on, the editor hasn't replied but then I'm sure she's very busy. Next stop is to email the fabulous Cosmo Brides and a couple more. And if that doesn't work, it's Plan C - my next novel had better be a bestseller.
I digress. I will have flowers and cake but is there anything so wrong with simplicity?What does a Jimmy Choo cake say about the bride other than he should have signed a prenup and shouldn't expect deep chats about the works of Wilde.
And if your lasting memory of the day is the ten-tiered cake, it wasn't a very good day.
If simple means shaving off a few quid, all the more for the things I consider to matter more - nice wine instead of the church-tasting variety for which hotels charge like a bull (did I tell you we're doing it all from scratch - putting up a marquee and hiring everything from tables to catering in?) a decent band and good food.
That reminds me of another blog I must share soon - five things no bride should ever do.
I love your feedback so please keep your comments coming.
I'm off to sugar some almonds. Not really, obviously.
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