Right, where do I start? It’s been almost two months since I wrote one of these and a lot has happened in that time.
My normal work, if it can be called that had to take a back seat for a while as there was something slightly more pressing coming up. At the end of October I married my partner in crime, Jolene and in our infinite wisdom we had decided to make everything ourselves for the wedding. For the four or so months leading up to the big day we sketched out ideas for table centrepieces, decorations, invitations, signs, outfits etc. and set about making them. The hammering and sawing could be heard for miles and we came out almost completely uninjured! Jo can’t look at a pallet now without getting glassy-eyed and rolling her sleeves up.
We knew from the word go we weren’t going to get bogged down in any “rules” or wedding etiquette we deemed silly or unnecessary. We wanted everything to reflect our personalities and most of all, we wanted us and our guests to be comfortable. A wedding can be a long day if you’re watching your P’s and Q’s, wandering round in ill-fitting tailcoats and obeying every command of your wedding planner or hotel master of ceremonies so we wouldn’t have any of that. We’re not great at taking orders at the best of times.