October, 2013


11
Oct 13

Wedding nightmares

There’s just ten days to go until the wedding – and I’d be lying to you if I said I was feeling calm and relaxed about the fastly-approaching big day. In fact, getting married still seems like a bit of an abstract idea and although I’m definitely working through my ‘things to do’ list efficiently and ticking things off on a daily basis, I still can’t get my head around the fact that I’ll be walking down the aisle in a little over a week.

My subconscious doesn’t seem to need reminding, though! For months now I’ve been suffering from a serious case of bride-to-be nightmares, and my awful dreams have only got worse – and more frequent – the nearer to the wedding we’ve got. Last night, I jolted awake in a panic having had my most recurring nightmare yet again.

Apparently these wedding nightmares are very common. Still disturbing, though...

Apparently these wedding nightmares are very common. Still disturbing, though…

Picture the scene: it’s my wedding day, my excited guests are all in their seats and Sean’s waiting for me at the altar – and I’m just waking up, oblivious to the fact I’m about to get married. My mum coaxes me into my wedding dress but it doesn’t fit properly, I don’t have makeup on because I slept through my appointment with the makeup artist, ditto the hairdresser, and I forgot to fake tan the night before.

There are variations on the theme. Sometimes I wake up, it’s my wedding day, and I’m not even in the country and can’t get home in time. Other times I wake up and nobody has remembered to collect my dress from the boutique in Oxford. But they’re always so vivid. Like exam dreams, but worse!

This one made me laugh

This one made me laugh

This isn’t the only affliction I’m facing. Absolutely everything is making me cry. I can’t get through the readings we’ve chosen for the ceremony without my face crumpling into a teary mess, I can’t practice our first dance because it makes me cry… I was watching an episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians the other day and Kim saying her vows to Kris Humphries set off the waterworks. And we all know that marriage only lasted 72 days!

What’s wrong with me?! Let’s just hope that everything that could potentially go wrong only goes wrong in my dreams – and thank God my makeup artist is amazing, and has promised that my entire face will be waterproof. I think it’s going to need to be…


7
Oct 13

Ten hens and a weekend in Marbs

In a way it’s a shame that marriage is supposed to last forever.* By default, that means I’ll never get to have another hen do – and my hen do has shot straight to the top of my Best Weekends Ever list.

Ten hens and a trip to Marbs. What's not to love?

Ten hens and a trip to Marbs. What’s not to love?

Eight of my best friends, my sister and I jetted out to Marbella for an action-packed four-day hen extravaganza. My bridesmaids had rented the most incredible villa high up in the Andalucian mountains. And oh my gosh – it was just insanely brilliant. It had its own pool, its own bar, its own roof terrace – and better still, nothing and no one else for miles around. Perfect for all the parties they’d planned – which had a different fancy dress theme each night. Amazing.

Finca de los Arcos - the most amazing villa ever? This was home to our four-day hen festivities. And what a home it was...

Finca de los Arcos – the most amazing villa ever? This was home to our four-day hen festivities. And what a home it was…

All the details had been kept secret from me – but they’d thought of absolutely everything I love and incorporated it into one amazing, jam-packed weekend in the sun that included – and this is by no means an exhaustive list:

-A day spent glamming it up at Nikki Beach

-A 90s party complete with padded headbands with our names written on in glitter (remember them?!), retro sweets and a Geri Halliwell Union Jack outfit for me

90s headbands! Why did these ever go out of fashion...?

90s headbands! Why did these ever go out of fashion…?

-My favourite food and drink – tortilla, martini, tinto de verano, gorgonzola, Don Simon sangria…the list goes on…

-A Grease 2 party, during which I got to wear a Pink Ladies jacket that said ‘Mrs D To Be’ on the back in diamante, painstakingly applied by my bridesmaids!

Me in my prized Pink Ladies jacket

Me in my prized Pink Ladies jacket

-A reggaeton party with a Daddy Yankee playlist, inflatable palm trees, flamingos and pineapples

Reggaeton night (excuse the fuzzy photo....)

Reggaeton night (excuse the fuzzy photo….)

-A night out in the sort of Spanish bar I frequented when I lived in Madrid, that let us take over the decks and play all our favourite Spanish songs

I was so overwhelmed by everything everyone did for me – not to mention the fact everyone had taken the time and effort to fly out there to help me celebrate. They’d even presented me with a beautiful book – my new ‘item to save from a burning building’ – with each hen getting a few pages to stick in messages, old photos, letters, and momentos from our friendships.

Me and my friends soaking up the sun at Nikki Beach

Me and my friends soaking up the sun at Nikki Beach

I spent the whole of the last day in tears saying bye to everyone and feeling incredulous that the next time I’d see most of them would be at my wedding.

Being a hen (or am I the bride and they’re the hens? Or are we all hens? We couldn’t decide…) is just brilliant. And when we all hit a small bar in Alhaurin El Grande in our pink lady costumes – my bridesman dressed as a T Bird, obviously – with me clad in my (very classy) flashing ‘Bride-to-be’ sash and flashing veil – I was very aware that it was the only night ever that I’d be doing this, so I’d best make the most of it.

Pink ladies!

Pink ladies!

And make the most of it we did. We stayed out until 5am and went to bed at 7. I haven’t done that for years. I definitely eked out every last second of wearing that veil!

So, that’s it. My hen do has been and gone, leaving me with memories I’ll cherish forever, some hilarious photos, a living room full of bride-to-be accessories, flower garlands and my treasured pink ladies jacket – and the knowledge that I have the bestest most amazing friends (and sister) in the world.

 

Thank you, thank you, thank you to my amazing bridesmaids (and bridesman) for throwing me the party of a lifetime. I love you all.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to my amazing bridesmaids (and bridesman) – L-R Charlotte, Sarah, me, James, Verity, Hollie – for throwing me the party of a lifetime. I love you all.

And that those friends (and my sister) know how to put on a damned good fiesta.

* Only joking!

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