Crystal starts to panic -it's not easy planning a wedding at such short notice.
August 18th 2008 08:45
Andrew and I spent the weekend drawing up the guest list for the wedding. After all we both needed to be involved and we went over to mum and dad's to do it.
It's a funny thing about weddings, half the people you invite you don't really know.
We've chosen the attendants but everything revolves around having a date and we don't have one.
The minister said he has some flexibility in that he can organize more than one wedding in a day if necessary but he has given us the best free day he can come up with in October.
but we haven't booked the reception venue and it is just so late, I always wondered why people planned their weddings months ahead and now I know.
To further complicate matters Andrew wants to go up to the farm so he can make arrangements for what should happen while we're away. One of his brothers has agreed to look in on things until we get back.
Anyway, at least we don't have to stay the night anywhere, as he has promised we'd come back that day, which is something of a relief.
I seem to be coming out in a cold sweat just thinking about things, but we do have that lovely cake that Peter has given us, how sweet and generous that guy is.
But there's the dresses and the suits, the flowers for the Chuch and the bridal party, the cars, the drinks and Andrew is going to pay for the drinks and mum and dad dropped a bit of a bombshell saying they were not prepared to spend any more on me than they had spent on my sisters, that it just would not be fair to do otherwise, and if I have such expensive tastes I'd have to be prepared to foot some of the bill, after all I do have plenty of money.
But, somehow that rather took the gloss off things, and my feet are now firmly planted on the ground, but I'm panicking and Mum and dad said if I don't hurry up and find a venue it would be a marquee in the garden and outside caterers, the engagement party is enough for mum to tackle.
I couldn't help showing my distress on the weekend and Dad looked at me with his usual wry smile and mum looked at dad with her eyes almost disappearing into their sockets.
I got the message, they think I'm hopeless just because I am just not good at the domestic bit, although I have improved but I can't think how I am going to cope with a husband and living under the same roof. Up until now my life has been wonderfully peaceful.
Andrew and I are now both going to try to find a suitable venue, and there should be some big hotel somewhere which is not fully booked and that way we'll be able to spend our first night together there. Realities of life are coming down like a storm and I really am panicking.
Andrew is as calm as ever, but a nice suit will do him and his attendants.
At least I've found myself a dressmaker but everyone insists I must get the date sorted out, and Andrew also needs to know so he can book our flight and accomodation on Hayman Island.
Between the two of us we do have plenty of money, and, unlike Andrew mine sits safely in the bank. But we still face the same problems as everyone else except that none of them have been silly enough to arrange a marriage in such a short space of time, it is all getting too much, I like everything to go according to plan, but for that to happen you actually have to have one, a plan I mean.
The ballet classes will have to go, I just can't cope with everything. Rest assured I'm getting slimmer with the panic already, so I shall not need the exercise.
If anyone has a story they'd like to tell us about their wedding plans I'm sure we'd all love to know.
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