A jolt of terror tore through me as I looked down at my bare ring finger this morning. I was taking minutes in my morning meeting when I realised I left my engagement ring in it’s box on my dressing table. I felt like I’d done something really wrong and was almost glad when I missed my train to Brighton and had time to nip home and get it before the next one…
It’s funny how important a symbol has become in such a short space of time. I felt bare without it, my constant reminder of my coming year.
Today I am being bargain bride extraordinaire! And as I look out of my train window I can see Battersea Power Station in one direction and a very grey looking Thames in the other. I am dashing from Brighton to London to get the final few pieces of my Bride’s maid’s outfits. Why the forward planning you may ask, and I would reply because if I get them in the sales I save 400 useful pounds!
Three and a half hours later…
My backaches my feet are rather sore and I have whipped round a grand total of five London Monsoon stores and emerge triumphant! With a little help from Mr Visa, my Mobile, good friends in cities across the UK and team Trundle (Mum and Lili) we have every top and skirt for my five bride’s maid’s bar one. One last phone marathon of midlands Monsoons tomorrow and I’m sure we’ll find it though!
This whole wedding planning thing is gonna be a synch. I can tell. Ah the smugness of being so prepared and purchasing the bargains to make my ladies look beautiful!
Well smug and sore, mostly smug… xc
NB – if anyone lives near a Monsoon and wouldn’t mind popping in in their lunch break I’m looking for a size 12 chocolate brown strapless bodice in the Adrianna range. It’ll be on the sales rack; cheers ;)