Now that I can no longer legitimately say “oh, it’s ages away” airily when asked about the wedding, I’m trying to crack on with things. I suspect I’m doing a lot but achieving little - but it gives me the illusion of progress. This weekend I will be discussing a design for the invites, mocking an invite up and costing two variants. Then we have our wedding breakfast tasting next Saturday and I have a meeting with our on-the-day co-ordinator (something I won!) on Tuesday evening. We’re also going to a wedding fair next weekend to hopefully make contact with some local suppliers – although I’ve made very initial contact with two florists and a cake lady.
When I’m not doing that, I will be FINALLY putting together our New England/New York photo album with bf (who took over 1000 shots) – it might be a tough job that we only start on but we need to get going. Bf has really got an eye and a flair for photography and he’s taken some stunning shots, so whittling it down will be tough. I’m also working (on call) on Sunday and then there are the inevitable chores. Including sorting through my knitwear – I fear we have moths as I have found a couple of suspicious holes in two of my favourite jumpers. I’m at the ballet tonight with my mother and aunt. Other than that, sticking to the diet (bf’s made venison ragout for dinner tomorrow – YUM!. He’s having his in lettuce and I’m going for vegetable spaghetti), drinking down my vinegar and hoping for better things on the next WI. Oh and reading Dr John Briffa’s book – have you seen any of the excerpts in the Times? It’s similar to Harcombe without the carb option (which I rarely take), so it could be a useful/interesting alternative or complementary thing.
I was out with one of my best friends last night. It was lovely to see her anyway but she made a couple of comments about coming along for wedding dress shopping (eeek) when she can, coming to a wedding fair and organising my hen do. I had rather thought that, because she and my other best friend both have small children as well as busy jobs, anything other than moral support may not be possible – it’s a relief to find otherwise. More for the shopping than the hen do, which I’d be happy to organise myself to be honest.