Pennies, flowers and panic

All has been quiet on the wedding front for a few weeks - operation house has somewhat taken over. But now the boxes have been unpacked, and bar the need for wardrobes we are settled in. The cats have stopped marking their territory - and the new Laura Ashley curtains! And we have just about learnt where exactly the tea pot lives.

So here we are again pondering the wedding. In a nod to the old "credit crunch", the save the date cards are suitably thrifty and will join the new home cards in the envelope with the Christmas cards - who knew I could be so frugal?

I have decided to stop the wedding magazine habit - the panic that ensues after reading one really isn't worth the £5 price tag. (Although the desire to titter at how hideous other people's bridesmaids dresses are does make a good case in their defence).

I'd like to thank Miss Pickering for her very wise words concerning my flowers and lack of preparation - I shall no longer lie awake at night pondering my floral options and panicking about having not made one decision. Instead will very much look forward to lunch and wine at the Tobie to discuss bouquets and button holes.

However I am slightly concerned at the mention of "swatches of fabric, mood boards and a long essay on your inspiration and feeling for the day" - hmm - best get to work.