On Tuesday (a school night, no less!!), [before I got struck down with the insane stomach bug of 2017] Phil and I had a date night in south London. Read More
Number one fear? Fitting in a dress. I love the bride to be so much. Both her and her betrothed mean the world to me and I’m so excited and honoured to be up front and centre on their special day.
But I’ll admit the picking of a dress terrifies me.
Back in September, on a windy, brisk day, Phil and I headed to Southend-on-Sea to film our television debuts, and more importantly hug and stare at Jamie Oliver. I did more of the hugging and staring, as Phil shone on camera. I haven’t been able to write about the day yet due to the fact we signed a confidentiality agreement that we’d not spill the beans on the Internet about the show, guest speaker or food.
I strive under pressure.
I remember being in university and people saying this to me. I thought to myself, sure, that sounds convincing and like a really great line – but what does it even mean?! Fast forward a decade and I get it. When I have too much on my plate that I can’t see the hill for the trees, I strive. I strive so awesome it’s like a magnificent flamingo taking off from the waterside.
The size of my 2017 Christmas tree. Now that we’re in our own plush pad – it’s not really plush, visually, it’s plush because we don’t have to share it with assholes – we’re investing in our own long-lasting (fake) festive tree. Back and forward was our discussion on Wednesday night on size. Phil, aka Mr Sensible, is adamant that we would be fine with a 6ft tree. I, on the other hand, want the 7ft tree – it’s only an extra £4!! We will (well, should) have this tree for years. Hello, investment!
While I don’t completely agree with the idea of a crash diet to be slimmer on your wedding day, compared to any other day, I do understand that looking and feeling your best becomes a bigger priority on such occasions. Photos that you’ll have for ever and all that…