Shoes

I've been thinking about shoes. It's almost time to decide as I'll need to break them in properly and I need to know height etc when deciding on a dress.

It's a minefield out there but right now I'm concentrating on colour. Most people would say "white" or any other white-ish colour but I'm not so sure. Nude/Tan does lengthen the legs (or at least make them look longer) and not to mention a helluva lot more practical in terms of dirt etc and especially since you want the shoes to be broken in to the point where they feel like those really really old jeans that have formed just right and you could wear them forever and ever. But I digress...

At one point I was actually thinking of bright red just to make it a bit funkier - the thought is still niggling at the back of my mind - we'll ahve to see.

What do you think, white-ish or nude/tan shoes??

Nu börjar det smidas bröllopsplaner

Bröllopsplanerandet har börjat på riktigt.

* En budget är lagd (fy fasiken vad dyrt det är med bröllopsfest)
* Gästlistan har gjorts första utkastet
* Lokal är ordnad
* Datum är bestämt
* Fotograf är bokad
* Caketopping är fixad
* Tårtsmak har bestämts
* Smoking är införskaffad
* X antal bröllopstidningar är genomlästa
* 2 st flamingos håller på att förhandlas in i bröllopet
* 1/10 av bröllopskostnaderna är undansparade
* 1 flaska bubbel har redan druckits upp
* 1 st Bridezilla har putat med läppen om hon inte får ha flamingos vid vigseln

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The wedding plans have started and we've done a lot so far

Merry Christmas from Miss E and Grefven

Photo: Camilla Sundberg

A proper read

'Tis the season to get married

The Dress

Goodness me, this is the part of the wedding [planning] that I am dreading to the point where I feel sick. I don't want to buy a dress now as I am waaaaay too fat to be happy about it. So I've got to lose weight. But you'll hear about weight stuff later...

The thing is that everyone and I mean E V E R Y O N E keeps asking me "Have you picked it out yet?" or "Oooooh, you must be so excited" or "I remember how lovely it was..." or "I'll come with you and we'll have loads of fun" or "My Gaaaawd! I can't believe you haven't had your first fitting yet!" or the most panic inducing comment "You won't find a nice looking dress under £2000, everyone can see quality".

There I a few things I do when people say these things:

1) I lie and say I know exactly which dress I want.

2) I shriek a little and fake excitement too and hope they don't notice.

3) I pretend I'm interested in how much champagne they had when they frolicked around the bridal shops with 15 of their best friends...

4) I'm thinking "no Fuggin' way you're coming with me!" as I know exactly how grumpy and annoyed and upset I get when I see something I like but it looks like crap on me.

5) I feel uber-stressed and panic and think I'll have to wear a dress made out of a bedsheet as I'm leaving it so late.

6) Shut up!! I refuse to spend that type of amount on a dress I'd be afraid to move in as I'd be scared shitless to stain, spill or rip it. I want to be comfortable and have fun.

BUT

I am looking but I am not making it into a massive call out on facebook for friends to join me. I have never felt comfortable in shops where they dress you and I don't like having to say "It's not me" when they've clearly spent an awful lot of time making the dress. I feel like I'm saying "It's the most hideous thing I've ever seen!" or "Holy Crap, It's sooooo not worth that kind of money!" + If I'm there I almost feel obliged to get a dress from them even though I don't want to spend thousands of pounds on a dress, I'm looking to see what sort of dress will suit me and my body type.

Please, bear in mind that choosing a dress is exciting but a lot of comments and opinions can make it very stressful. If you notice that the dress hasn't been bought from a designer shop, please just remember that the bride will have chosen it for her and not you. Which is what I'll be doing, most likely with Boyfriend by my side - the only one who can take my mood swings and strops and sulkiness that is certain to follow until I find one I am happy with. He loves me.

Ems here...

...as my dear friend Miss E has already said, I am getting married next summer to my Best Friend, Lover and Baby N's Daddy. I couldn't be happier!

Just to break things down quickly. I know what I want and when I want it and there are things I most certainly, absolutely will NOT compromise on. No matter what Boyfriend says.

He's in charge of getting what he calls "drinkable beer" and he has also said he wants to deal with setting up different playlists on his iPod for when the band stops playing as he doesn't want any "shit music". I'm thinking "whatever" when it comes to the beer. But I am not sooooo sure about him ruling the playlists. his taste in music isn't bad at all (don't tell him I said that) but it's not the kind of music that you dance to. And you've gotta have dance-friendly music at a wedding/party or you might just tell the guest to hand over the pressies and go home as soon as they've had the last piece of the cake. It'd be cheaper but not quite what I have in mind.

Conclusion:

The Beer he can pick but I'm not giving him free reins on the playlist. Not now, not ever. I'd rather shriek NOOOO and stomp down the aisle in a haze of white chiffon. I am going to dance to Lady Gaga at least once!

And oh, Hi nice of you to stop by our blog. I hope you'll like it and will follow us all the way through.

X x

On my cake?

Cake toppings for Miss E - all from Etsy

Owls
Flamingos

My dream look

I'd like to look like J. Lo on my wedding day. Too bad our only similarities is the butt.

The story of us

Miss E och Ems träffades uppe i Dalarna för en väldans massa år sedan då vi båda pluggade till lärare där. Hösten 2000 åkte vi och tre andra tjejer till Sheffield. Det var en underbar tid - speciellt för vissa... Vi träffade en massa spännande människor och Miss E och Ems (som var de enda singlarna) hade satt upp mål för vistelsen:

Ems: Jag ska träffa en engelsman och han ska vara veterinär.

Miss E: Jag ska träffa en irländare och han ska vara fotbollsspelare.

Hur det gick? Jodå, inte så illa. Ems träffade The One - en ung engelspojk som skulle bli läkare (nära nog) och tio år fram i tiden så är han färdig läkare, pappa till Baby N och den blivande mannen.

Miss E träffade en irländsk fotbollstränare - i ca 10 minuter. Men, tre år senare jobbar hon i Göteborg en ny mattelärare anställs på skolan. Det tar lite tid, men hösten 2009 blir han mannen i hennes liv - och det visade sig att han ju faktiskt är både fotbollsspelare och tränare.

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Miss E and Ems met many years ago while studying in Dalarna to become teachers. In fall 2000 we and three others went to Sheffield - good times! We met many interesting people and Miss E and Ems (who were the only singeltons) had some goals:

Ems: I want to meet an Englishman who's a veterinary.

Miss E: I want to meet an Irishman who plays football.

Ems met The One, a young Enlishboy who was studying to become a doctor. Nowadays (ten years later) he's a doctor, he father of Baby N and Ems' husband to be.

Miss E met an Irish footballplayer - for about ten minutes. But, in 2003 she had a job in Gothenburg and her boss presented a new math teacher and in 2009 Miss E realised that this math teacher was the love of her life and it turns out he plays football and coaches as well.