These shoes were made for shopping! |
I was expecting it to be like a scene in friends, you know the one, Monica handing out whistles (my friend Sophie) Rachel hiding under a rack of dresses (my friend Gemma) and me, Phoebe, sitting on girls just to get THAT DRESS! But it was a lot more placid than I expected, not a bitch fight in sight (slightly disappointing).
After an hour of browsing the standard booths of photographers, florists and venues, there it stood, like a beacon of light, I was a moth to it's flame, the VERA WANG sample sale! Now this is what I came for... excitedly, I grabbed both their hands and raced over.
Browsing the racks, surrounded by women who looked like they could
Kate Hudson in THE DRESS |
actually afford the dresses I was drooling over, I found it. The one from Bride Wars (well, it looked kinda like it, and the girl said it was similar.) To the changing room we headed... I was handed a pair of Jimmy Choos to try it on with, heaven.
As I looked at my reflection, and the two teary eyed best friends it the background, I felt like a princess. Then my eyes were drawn to the little tag dangling from the side. I won't disclose the figure, I wouldn't want to cause harm to anyone with a nervous disposition, let's just say it could feed a family for a year - and this was supposed to be a sample sale!? Suddenly I fell down to earth with a massive bang. I made my excuses and promptly left, I obviously had to give my other half a call to confirm it was okay to purchase it and would be straight back (yeah right!).
I needed cheering up, so we went on the hunt for as many free cake and champagne samples as we could find. After 3, ok maybe 6, champagne samples and a large glass of Pinot blush at lunch, I was back on it! Sod ruddy Vera Wang, let's find a venue.
I fancy a winter wedding, think boutique hotel, large fireplaces and a jazz band singing 'Let it Snow'. Simple yet sophisticated. We had our brief, let the searching commence. Weddings in Dubai, nope, weddings in Cyprus, nope, stately homes, no no no! Then we found it... The Olde Bell, tick, tick, tick! Minimum spend... £14,000! I must have looked shell shocked as she instantly started saying, 'well, we might be able to do something about the price if you had it mid week blah blah blah', I zoned out... £14,000!
I think James realised it hadn't gone well from the look on my face as I walked (well, sort of stomped) through the door. 'How'd it go?' he asked sheepishly. I told him about the prices and we agreed to discuss it later. After lots of cuddles with Belle, I was grounded, we did her bath and off she went to bed. So we sat down to the review the day.
If James had his way we'd elope, just the two of us, then have a party on our return, so the prices I was throwing at him were (understandably) dismissed. His opinion is that the money we'd spend on a 'party' (grrr, wedding!) we could spend on a bigger house, contributing to a better future for our family. Damn it, why is he always right? We'd love to have another baby in the next few years too so spending thousands on a wedding day (not party) does seem like, dare I say it, a waste.
The most important thing is that I become his wife, and I can't wait to be his wife. Not only had he looked after Belle that day he had done the whole house and made her dinners for the next week, I'm one lucky lady. But why can't I shake the little girl fantasy of a 'dream' wedding? Not even a dream wedding... a small, 60 people, no sit down meal, no flowers, no bridesmaid, small elegant wedding. A 'semi dream' wedding if you will. But even with the cut backs this option is still the difference between us having a 2 or 3 bedroom house. I know I need to concede, but something inside is stopping me.
So, for now, no more Four Weddings, Wedding House or Don't tell the Bride on TV! Thank you Vera Wang, for making me realise the truly important things in life, my baby girl and hubby to be - being a family, however and wherever we decide to get married.
As I looked at my reflection, and the two teary eyed best friends it the background, I felt like a princess. Then my eyes were drawn to the little tag dangling from the side. I won't disclose the figure, I wouldn't want to cause harm to anyone with a nervous disposition, let's just say it could feed a family for a year - and this was supposed to be a sample sale!? Suddenly I fell down to earth with a massive bang. I made my excuses and promptly left, I obviously had to give my other half a call to confirm it was okay to purchase it and would be straight back (yeah right!).
I needed cheering up, so we went on the hunt for as many free cake and champagne samples as we could find. After 3, ok maybe 6, champagne samples and a large glass of Pinot blush at lunch, I was back on it! Sod ruddy Vera Wang, let's find a venue.
I fancy a winter wedding, think boutique hotel, large fireplaces and a jazz band singing 'Let it Snow'. Simple yet sophisticated. We had our brief, let the searching commence. Weddings in Dubai, nope, weddings in Cyprus, nope, stately homes, no no no! Then we found it... The Olde Bell, tick, tick, tick! Minimum spend... £14,000! I must have looked shell shocked as she instantly started saying, 'well, we might be able to do something about the price if you had it mid week blah blah blah', I zoned out... £14,000!
I think James realised it hadn't gone well from the look on my face as I walked (well, sort of stomped) through the door. 'How'd it go?' he asked sheepishly. I told him about the prices and we agreed to discuss it later. After lots of cuddles with Belle, I was grounded, we did her bath and off she went to bed. So we sat down to the review the day.
If James had his way we'd elope, just the two of us, then have a party on our return, so the prices I was throwing at him were (understandably) dismissed. His opinion is that the money we'd spend on a 'party' (grrr, wedding!) we could spend on a bigger house, contributing to a better future for our family. Damn it, why is he always right? We'd love to have another baby in the next few years too so spending thousands on a wedding day (not party) does seem like, dare I say it, a waste.
The most important thing is that I become his wife, and I can't wait to be his wife. Not only had he looked after Belle that day he had done the whole house and made her dinners for the next week, I'm one lucky lady. But why can't I shake the little girl fantasy of a 'dream' wedding? Not even a dream wedding... a small, 60 people, no sit down meal, no flowers, no bridesmaid, small elegant wedding. A 'semi dream' wedding if you will. But even with the cut backs this option is still the difference between us having a 2 or 3 bedroom house. I know I need to concede, but something inside is stopping me.
So, for now, no more Four Weddings, Wedding House or Don't tell the Bride on TV! Thank you Vera Wang, for making me realise the truly important things in life, my baby girl and hubby to be - being a family, however and wherever we decide to get married.