Oh Shit

I'm getting married in under 3 weeks.

I haven't been able to write as much about this as I would have liked, mostly due to the fact that I've been so sick. It sucks, as there have been so many damn funny moments and bits that I'd love to preserve for posterity. Highlights have to be:

- bridal dress sales assistants
- falling in love with my dressmaker, Gwendolynne, who has the most awesome attitude to making gorgeous gowns (and life)
- our 'pre-marital' counselling at Relationships Australia, where we realised that the old saying "there is always someone worse off than you" is true
- my fantastic great-aunt who thought our request for people to give us certificates for carbon credits as a wedding gift (so we can feel good about our flights and car emissions in our early married life) was a certificate to pay our electricity bill
- Himself's grandmother's RSVP for our wedding consisting of an equally intricate puzzle as our actual invitation was
- a wedding invitation as an excuse to get back in contact with people you love dearly but may have lost contact with recently (mostly due to being out of action socially)

UNDER THREE WEEKS, PEOPLE.

Shiny happy people

Thanks to my wedding band. I never expected to get this excited about my ring (hence why I've always said I didn't want an engagement ring - what's the point?), but since meeting with the lovely fella making our rings I've been falling more in love with the design and can't wait to get the damn thing on my finger.

I suppose it would be more meaningful if I said I couldn't wait to have it on my finger because I couldn't wait to be married to Himself, but hey, apparently there are some latant female genes in there somewhere.

I get to see it in the metal this week.

Bring on the stereotype of the giggling girl excited by diamonds.