- 6 years ago
- Wedding: July 2012
So as you kind and lovely ladies know, life and weddings and death have all become a little bit intertwinned at this point.
And this has left me medicated, sign-off from work, and suffering from terrible night terrors.
So in an attempt to force, whole bodily and with some violence, some control back into our lives, I have set about sorting the 3 days before the wedding.
As a mainly homemade affair, and outdoors. There is limited things I can do in advance, but when I can it will need to be all hands to the pumps.
So I have packed boxes with EVERYTHING that is going to the venue, labelled and ordered. (Where is the candlestick and candle to light the salmon? Box 2)
I have also drawn a pictorial representation of the tables and venue, with colour and numbered stickers where everything should go.
This should mean that even if the gods strike me dumb on the Thursday, everything should be laid out as I want.
On Monday I have arranged a “team” too take my labelled boxes to the venue.
On Tuesday my team should unpack the marquee and thus the gods willing if anything is wrong we have 5 days to fix it.
On Wednesday the bar is arriving, my “bar team” will put together the fridges, barrels and bar.
On Thursday the tables and hired decorations will arrive, my “team” for that day runs to nearly 20 people. We have bunting to put up, tables to lay and decorate, material walls to rouche, flooring to complete. And the sticers for the big day will go onto the tables.
On Friday the toilets and flowers arrive. One team will be preparing the salad, one team will be with me aking the bouquets, and my final team will be placing and decorating the toilets and grooming the horses. Friday Night we have a rehearsal booked.
On Saturday the Wedding is at 12. Bridesmaids and Wedding party assemble at the house, Grooms party will assemble at church, catering team will lay out food.
I was prepared, for this I was organised, then the cake has hit me like a bloody frieght train.
You see H2B has an aunt who is a professional cake maker, a lovely lady she said let me make a cake for you, it’ll be my secret gift, er OK.
So last week she told me she needed a photographer just for the cake, I’m not having a photographer, but H2B just said leave it it’ll be fine! It won’t be fine, she keeps bugging me about it? ARGGGHH
Anyway, I’ve sidestepped that by basically ignoring it, but I needed to ask dimensions for the cake for my above plan she said no obviously but I insisted so she said 3ft by 3ft. There was a moment when I choked, then hung up, the cried!
So then when I rang back she said you will have a table sturdy enought won’t you? Ye but it’s my OAK dining table, and It’ll have to be transported to the venue on the Monday with everything else!
OK not a problem, a rehash of my original plan, room for cake, nice place off to one side where everyone will see it rather than in the centre where no-one will see it.And frankly it won’t get in the way.
So yesterday I got an email saying I have got the height for this cake don’t I?
It will be about 4ft tall? ER NO??? Not on a sturdy enough table for it????? No unless it goes in the centre again, I mean centre as in front of me?
Then earlier I phoned her and asked as she was coming up on Thursday if she wanted to take the constituent parts of the cake into one of the venues 3 dining rooms, or cold room, or ice room rather than drive it the 40 miles to the venue on Saturday morning?
No she says, it will need to be put together by her, nobody can see it but her, and she doesn’t want it left in some cupboard?????
And she expects to have the rest of the venue put together around the cake, er no!!!!
And she’s arranged the whole thing with my FMIL.
So I phone my FMIL in a panic, and she says it’s not really my concern?
I am OMG so ranting right now!