countdown to a wedding

FYI, the post from 10 minutes earlier is actually from yesterday, but I typed it up and never got around to posting it. I blame wedding nerves, but I AM just a bit rubbish as well.

So my little "unofficial" plan for the week... already destroyed. I still have clothes all over the bed (having to sleep in the spare room), I never made it shopping or the gym because I needed to teach Simon about plant watering. He ended up back in the loft (background - Simon was up in the loft last week fixing the water tank. It was an epic.) checking that there was no chance our house would float away while we were away. These things seemed more important than spending money on nice little smart-casual tops (which I do need desperately and immediately). I have now rationalised that I will be in New York City where there should be no shortage of tops to be had - fingers crossed!

So Monday is shot (though I did end up with a nice dinner and a bottle of rose not a complete loss), Tuesday needs to be re-arranged to fit in all leftovers from an unsuccessful Monday, Wednesday - lets not even discuss and during all this I'm losing the plot quite badly

Hello neurotic bridezilla.

I have managed to make a pile of "required" items: rings, tickets, passports and the travel "bible" that Adam emailed me to get across NYC. I can navigate the London Underground, but the New York Subway sounds like a challenge. Especially with a big bag and wedding dress in tow...

And then there IS my wedding dress. Don't know how that's getting to the States. I phoned up American Airline to pre-arrange a hanging place in first class and the women kept telling me it will have to be put in the hold...

I think NOT.

So hopefully, arriving at the checkout desk with a wedding dress will prompt the checkout woman to sort it out good and proper (and ourselves as well... hoping for an upgrade to first class!).

And now some beauty sleep. God, I probably need it. Haven't been to the gym in four days and my toned thighs are becoming more and more like cottage cheese every day. And I'm getting spots. And I thing I'm coming down with something.

Oh dear....

So the question is… How many pairs of white shoes should a woman own? I know, a bit SITC, but it’s a reasonable query! I personally own (mental counting) – five pairs. Now, two of them are technically “wedding” shoes, but that still leaves three pairs of white shoes. This in itself is a bit silly since the white-shoe-wearing season is only about three months long - Memorial Day to Labour Day ( if you don’t understand this is an arcane American custom about wearing white that silly women, myself included, still adhere to. If you’re still interested, look it up on the internet under “cultural brainwashing”). However, I don’t actually have a requirement for white shoes, and definitely not five pairs. Granted one pair are trainers (newly purchased in the mid-season sales. I’m broke, but I have a new pair of shoes. Yipee!) but, I still have two pairs of perfectly good heels where I REALLY only need one.

I am quite proud of myself because I’m only taking FOUR of the five pairs of white shoes to the States with me (remembering two of them will be worn at some point during the wedding day and aren’t really optional). Plus, I’m only taking one other pair of shoes, so a total of five pairs of shoes. That should sufficiently cover all requirements for shoes, white or otherwise.

Can you guess I’ve started to pack? G and his parents left earlier today and I’ve decided to put my three days of solitude to good use. Sunday: packing, washing and organising for my departure on Wednesday. Monday: gym last minute shopping at the Trafford Centre (fantastic mall, fantastic) . Tuesday: gym, waxing, and potential celebration with friends. Not yet set in stone, but will happen in some form. Wednesday: Put suitcase in car and drive to London.

Please god let it all happen...