It's not even been a month that I have been engaged and I am so bored of hearing about, reading about, thinking about weddings. I am actually the worst bride to be ever and I am going to cause anyone involved in selling/making dresses so many problems cos I am being very fussy.
I did a trial run of bridal stores today with my mum, tried on three dress. Liked the skirt on one but hated the colour, white, and the bustier part as it had too many jewels on it. Then the style of dress that I liked the colour was too "not me" and the third dress I hated the skirt part of it but loved the colour. Then on top of that I was like "if i get this dress I want this bit changed"etc you get the picture.
Full day in Glasgow with my mum and Bonny on Friday, which shall be a good day am not making the mistake of wearing heels like I did today. Means aswell I will have someone who will be brutally honest with me when I'm trying stuff on. Possibility of bridesmaids now being in black....seriously people don't get married, bloody trailing all over fucking Glasgow in the pissing rain to try on dresses or to get an idea of what I want bridesmaids to wear *groan*.
And of course whatever colour of dress I pick, will be the theme colour of the wedding, meaning that I have to change the invites, the flowers and whatever else. Surely this is not a normal attitude for a "Bride-to-Be" to have, I should be all uber excited and jumping up and down, screaming with my girlies "OH MY GOD I'M GETTING MARRIED!" and getting drunk on cheap champagne....shouldn't I?
Will someone with some sense left in their heads please help me out here, give me a shake, whatever? I am trying to enjoy the girlyness of the whole thing but it is actually just pissing me off and in a strange way depressing me. I set out to have a small but memorable affair and already I'm starting to feel the snowball affect, it just feels as though it is all getting on top of me, maybe I just need to go drown in a bath for a while with a glass of wine.
I'm bored and I keep wasting time on wedding websites even though I'm not really looking at them. HELP ME!!! The girlyness is killing me. I need a night out in a pub with beer in my worst looking jeans and top followed up by chips and cheese or a kebab. I can feel myself becoming an obsessed woman, even with the guys now, including Gus my cheeky filthy crush in work, I am talking about wedding stuff and no doubt boring them all to freaking tears...or maybe I am just boring myself.
Told you...worst bride to be ever!
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