I think I was born without 'that' gene. You know the one? The Wedding Gene. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE weddings. I do all that soppy stuff like crying into a ball of overused tissues, ending up with tiny white kleenex flecks all over my face, drinking too much too early and making a complete twit of myself. Standard wedding behaviour. But I've never imagined myself as a bride. Which is why I think I'm struggling.
We have at least decided on a date.. 18:08:18. I'm half Chinese (well, Singaporean) and for those of you that know, in Chinese culture, the number 8 is very auspicious. So whilst I am about as traditional to my Chinese roots as a portion of fish and chips, it's a nod to my dads culture which keeps him happy.
The major decision I am struggling with is location. Home or abroad?! Taking into consideration my total lack of event planning skills, surely somewhere in the UK would be better? But then there's that old climate issue we are all too familiar with... Precipitation. Or bastard rain as I sometimes refer to it as.
So abroad we look.. And.. oh my.. What a mind bending amount of choice there is! I have to lie down. With tea. And biscuits.
I've tried to imagine recreating something similar, in one of the many beautiful forests we have in this country. And then I look outside. And it's raining. And cold. And miserable. And whilst that's great for vampires... I'm not sure I want to risk it...