I’m not one of those alien girls who dreamed of getting married when I was little. I didn’t ever pretend to be a bride and I didn’t make my dolls marry. In fact and I were talking the other day about how we used to have to make our Barbie dolls bone a stuffed Bananas in Pyjamas doll. I used to think he was really masculine and sexy. Anyhoot, as it turns out I’ve really enjoyed the few hours I’ve spent so far planning our engagement party and wedding.
Joel-Michael and I are in the middle of putting together a casual engagement party for our friends and young relatives. I figure I do not want Joel’s family to see me take off my dress and pull it back and forth between my legs while dancing on a table to Daryl Braithwaite’s Horses. I also don’t want to have to get my mum to buy me a kebab before I spew into her cupped hands. So they’re not invited and can just look at my mug shot later.
We have a few little fun ideas but my biggest ask is being able to plug in an iPod so we can dance to the music we like. I’ve just spent a couple of hours looking at function rooms in Sydney pubs and I found it really satisfying to do some investigating. Using advice from the wedding planning guide written by I ruled out any place that didn’t have their prices online. I also ruled out places that had really bad grammar on their page. So our garage is pretty much the only perfect venue left.
In other exciting wedding news I tried on my first dress today. This is probably the most exciting part of the whole thing for me (aside from all the obligatory love stuff) because I don’t have any set ideas and I love shopping and drooling over magazines for looks to emulate. Also, I’ve never really spent a whole lot of money on one outfit and this is the one occasion I think a splurge is justified.
So yeah, I went into the city for the David Jones sale and found a super cute Marc by Marc Jacobs pale pink/flesh-ish coloured cocktail dress with the most beautiful pleated tulle detailing around the bust and hip. It was half price too. But when I tried it on I noticed a tiny hole in the seam, which I’m sure is fixable but it just kinda spoilt the moment for me. THE PERFECT BRIDE MOMENT. Also, it was a size smaller than I usually wear and I had a montage of all the food I like to eat (burgers, mixed sweets, pizza, beer, wine, burgers, beer) flash crazily across my retinas. I just don’t want to spend the next six months or so not eating what I want to eat and hitting my head against a brick wall every time I have a schooner. I also saw some horrid rip-offs on other racks that reminded me vaguely of those girls who leave Randwick racecourse with their knickers stuck to their high heels. Oh, the nightmares. But still, it really was gorgeous and I can’t stop thinking about it.
Now to figure out how to pay for all this on top of a planned overseas jaunt. Hmmm. Maybe I’ll start playing the pokies