A week before I was due to get married I was a nervous fool. My main concern was was that my fiancé would be well on the day. He had been told he had a form of viral pneumonia & was put on antibiotics to try & clear it up. I was praying he would be well on the wedding day & was butt kicking him to rest up loads.
I had been making list upon list the few weeks before the wedding & yet I still kept forgetting things when I was in the shops! That meant numerous back & forth to the same shops to buy extra things. The staff must have been thinking “oh no not her again!”
I brought balloons a few days before & found the perfect coloured ones. They matched our colour theme but omg it took some hunting to find them! You can buy packs of multi coloured ones but when you only need one specific colour it's impossible to find! I definitely didn't need bright pinks/greens/yellows or orange ones. But tucked away in the corner of one shop there they were. I was like a smiling child!
The next step was underwear. I thought that would be the easiest thing to buy. I know my sizes for a bra etc but walking into a women’s lingerie department I began to panic. I knew I needed white but did I want: lace/padded/under wired/patterned/plain/straps/strapless/t-shirt shaped/full cupped? It's bonkers! So I did a sensible thing & asked for assistance. She measured me& told me I was bigger than what I was actually wearing. So for a while I’ve been wearing the wrong size anyway. Perfect!
So I wandered around with this lady trying to select bras. First she led me to the bridal section suggesting I pay £30 plus for one bra! Why? I just needed a strapless bra to go under THE dress. I didn't need one where you can remove this & that or add this & that with pretty patterns on. I'm a girl who likes simple things. I don't need fancy underwear on my wedding day. I wanted something comfy but nice. It wasn't like all the guests were going to see it!
I informed the lady it was a white dress that you could slightly see through therefore I needed white undies & a white bra. That was my first faux par! DO NOT wear white undies under a white dress. She told me in no uncertain terms that everyone would see it. OMG. I didn't want that, imagine the pictures! So she said only wear cream or ivory. Everyone thinks white dresses = white undies. But it's wrong. So I had to start my search all over again. I finally found some styles I liked & in the correct size that she had said I was & off I popped to try them on.
Next came her faux par...they were too big! Because I needed strapless they obviously had to be tightly fitted in the cup area. These were not. So I got changed & went out & selected the size I thought I was. In the changing rooms I took everything off (again), put the bra on & found yep it was also still too big. I was boiling hot & sweating as I put on & took off every layer of clothing....do they really need to put heating on in changing rooms in the summer??
So there I was sweating in a pair of jeans & a bra that was still too big! The lady comes along to ask how I was doing & I explain the dilemma. Her suggestion... Drop a size completely. WTF?? She goes off & finds me another bra that is whole size & cup smaller. It made me awful. One minute I’m being told I’m bigger than what I thought, the next I’m being told I need a whole size smaller. I wanted to be praised instead of being handed a smaller bra.
I took the bra from her & thought “there's no way I’m going to fit into that, I’ll be all squashed up” but as I put it on I realised it fitted me perfectly...damn that woman! So I stood there admiring how good I looked in this bra & thought I don't actually mind the smaller size if it fits that perfectly. It held me in everywhere & wasn't baggy in any area.
I brought it there & then...well after I’d put my clothes back on...& felt pleased with the purchase, but as I walked out the shop panic set in – what if it did actually show under the dress? I rushed home & tried everything on. It was magical. The lady was right – ivory/cream works wonders under white. A lesson I learned & shall pass on to all women.
We had also finally sorted out our music selection. It's one of those things you can spend months & months thinking about with constant mind changes, then when you finally have a time frame on when you have to make a decision it all falls in to place & you go “oh yeah those were the choices we had decided on first thing”.
So my outfit was sorted. I had chosen my jewellery. I also had the most gorgeous bag courtesy of my sister in law (to be), it was the perfect colour & has my favourite flower on it. So the music was done, balloons were brought, the cake was sorted & catered for with those with dietary needs...do you know you can now buy diabetic cake! Wow times have changed. After venue was booked, final check list was sent off to the registry office & my fiancé had even got his suit – there was mild panic from me saying “um we have two weeks to go can we please go & find a suit”.
It was great. He went in, got measured & there was one left in his size. Plus we even managed to get discounts off it as well. It looked gorgeous on him, actually he looked like a film star – quite fitting seeing as he is a script writer! The shirts were on order & I was praying they would be in on time.
The only thing I was waiting for was for my fiance to get better & be well enough on the day. All the family were sending well wishes & telling him to rest up & sleep. I did have to explain how difficult it was to tell someone that when all they wanted to is get out & about. Perhaps I should have got the frying pan out & knocked him out for a few days in order to insist he rested up.