It is such a very, very bizarre feeling. And something that I have deliberately tried not to blog too much about. Strange I know but, overthinker here, I don't want to be the woman who only talks about her wedding day, a perceived Bridezilla. Which is stupid as, with 18 days to go, of course that is all I am actually doing (apart from a full time job, my Mum's birthday, Valentine's Day, oh, and hosting an impromptu dinner party tonight... sometimes I don't half make things hard for myself....).
But I feel bad when I open my mouth and wedding blah comes out because I know, deep down, that it is not the big deal to anyone else but me. But, you know what?
Sod it.
I have decided that I am allowed to become a total wedding bore for the next 18 days - I mean, these are the LAST 18 DAYS I can really go on about it aren't they?
And, to spare my nearest and dearest the boredom, I have decided that this is the outlet to do it on.
So, starting today, get ready to be weddingfied Livy style, commencing with this picture:
Yes, this is the corner of my living room (see my fishies, Barry and Lady Jemima McLove?), these are all the boxes full of wedding
2 comments:
Do it! Wallow in the wedding-ness! It's totally justifiable and this is your blog - you can reserve the right to say what you damned well like on here!
Yay not long to go; I want to hear all about your wedding! Love the piles of wedding stuff; we still had loads lying around for weeks afterwards as well!
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