The calm after the storm...

A frenzy of thoughts are running through my head as I write on a sick bag on our flight to Italy...
The person I've left behind - the new era, the anticipation of deep, lucious, red wine and making use of our 24 pack of... I think you can use your imagination on this one ; )

Pisa here we bloody come! We're 2 minature bottles of sparkling rose down and not a hiccup in sight. I mean that in two senses - Eastjet travelling and drunken tomfoolery - after all, I will be attempting to drive on the other side of the road soon down Tuscany's deathly winding passages.

But the hardest part (cue Coldplay) is trying to put into words the overwhelming emotions of our big day.

Where to start? The first image that comes to mind is shaking so hard an hour to go applying my lashes. The nerves, the anticipation, the glue! No Girls Aloud in sight this time - ye ol trusty H&M's - at a cool 2.99. Honestly the best lashes your eyes will come in contact with. The girls and I rather classilly (is that a word?) bought ourselves some beers and tesco sandwiches and got ready together in one room - make-up and hair products strewn everywhere - on the floor, in the bath, on the bed - my sister desperately trying to finish the button holes for the boys on the small side table. What's a wedding without a last minute panic eh? Sisters doing it for themselves.

In short though, we had the time of our lives. Friends, family, personal cocktails (which my T-total cousin sampled and suffered from the following day - hands in head, pale and deeply troubled) bowling, good food, great music and serious shapes.

By far the highlight though, was walking down the isle (a little too quickly Í've been told) and seeing my man, future husband and best friend.

Awwwww.

Double denim & debauchery

Just like Ike & Tina, red wine & chocolate, a pool and Barrymore - some things just don't work so well together. My thougts lie with denim on denim, any shade, any thickness - It's just not a good look. So imagine my surprise when my ladyfriends themed my hen party around double denim and matching tee's with Allanah Tatana theme tune emblazened on them.

More coming soon.....

Jitterbug

So right now I'm sitting in a coffee shop shaking and sweating. Is it a case of the pre marital jitters or is the aftermath of 'The Brazilian'?

Well folks I'm pretty damn sure I've got the right fella so please join me on this quest of self inflicted pain.

Two words. Bloody hell!

Now this may be a bit of a personal thang to be blogging but frankly I don't care as this hurt A LOT! There she was with her soothing background music and spatula of death claiming she enjoyed 'waxing the most' not because it inflicted pain but because it was 'satisfying'. SATISFYING?!

My oh my.

Thank goodness it's over, pleased with the end result now where's the gin....?

Quite right Mike

On the post below Mike has brought to light what this whole shabang is all really about. Thank you so much to everyone who has been so supportive and excited for us, we feel truly blessed. I have loved getting your messages and words of encouragement!

The biggest thank you would have to go to my fiancé though who I can safely say has been more involved in the day than I actually have! After all what do you think he's doing while I share my thoughts and gorge on eggs? That's right, he's actually the one doing something productive.

I'm more in love than ever before, I cannot wait to marry you Dane William Tatana!

Bye bye boiled eggs and job!

There's a lovely little feelin' in my stomach and it's not the boiled egg I've just eaten or having to sit next to snotty mcsnotterson on the train who was enjoying a rather large piece of bubblegum. FYI if you insist on never using a tissue and chewing like it's your last meal on earth please don't sit next to me.

The feeling is the fact I have three days left of work, my mama has arrived safe and sound and there is only 12 days until I become a Mrs and 14 days until I am in a Tuscan apartment drinking chianti and laughing at the sky.

Now happy feelings aside, things are getting a wee bit tense. I have rather foolishly left my bridesmaids dresses in their alteration hub for about 5 weeks and still haven't managed to pick them up! I've also made the rookie error of ordering last minute things online (my veil, the runner for the table and random bits and bobs I cannot disclose) and with the 432 postal strikes going on I have absolutely no idea when they will arrive, if they will look right and if I will get that fuzzy happy feeling when I open said packages!

Gah!

Here's another little worry, on second look and try I have realised that my shoes are actually INCREDIBLY high! What was I thinking?! Clearly (cue thought bubble) 'I must be the tallest woman in the room!' but I do really love them so the next 'step' - never mind the pun! Is wearing thick socks around the house with them.

Right, best get back to working extra hard.... ahem.

Ph-ew!

Well what can I say? It has been a rather frantic and bizzare few days! Not only have we been planning the big W, I have been trying my darndest to find a new job, flat and organise the rellies who arrive in just 2 days! I am also trying to get over Kanye West's shocker and the fact two legends have passed away. R.I.P Keith Floyd and the Swayze.

Moving on...

Last night we had our taster finale at the venue of dreams with my dad and stepmum. I feel a little choked. No more tasters, no more excuses to annoy our organiser Sarah and frequent this lovely, lovely nook until the day now. Sob. Feeling a whole lotta relief now though that the food has been selected, the wine is picked and the 'to the minute' run through for the day is done. We're back in the game!

18 days to go, a few pounds to shed, vicar to meet tonight.

Two weekends. Two Hogs.

It seems when faced with a giant hog on a spit, one cannot resist its succulent lure. Somehow I have managed to consume my body weight in pig and am now paying for it. I feel like a young Oscar Wilde - or however old he was when he proclaimed - “I can resist anything but temptation”

It’s almost as though we are so close now I have gone into reverse – trying to gain weight rather than loose it. Not a good strategy.

So! To rectify the pork induced problemo I am going to spend my work lunches power walking and sunning myself in a back street Vauxhall tanning salon. There aint much else to do round this joint anyway so I might as well do something to beautify. And before you hit me with the perils of sunbeds – I am aware they are dangerous blah de blah – I’d rather be more Queen Beckham than Queen Elizabeth. Plus! What more of an incentive do you need to shed the porky pounds than seeing your naked body in illuminous lights?

Next on the agenda is ticking off parts of our own agenda - This weekend my beauty school dropout bridesmaid and my sister in law to be are going for a lovely makeover at Bobbi Brown to get an idea of what we want and then recreating it ourselves on the day. Aside from that we have a few more purchases to make, I’ll be breaking into my 4 and a ½ inch heels, we’ll be surviving our stag and hen do’s and printing out the menus, table settings, order of services etc etc!