I’ll hope and pray and dream and scream
Since our planning collapsed (and things were going so well) and B declared himself wedding planner extraordinaire and reorganised everything in his lunch hour, our wedding seems back on track. However, I’d been planning my theme around one venue, only now I have to swap to the new one…
My outfit was easy – I was always going to be a 60s bride – my perfect dress was modish, my style was to be kept to sweet and simple, my shoes, well those are fabulous. I was going to feel perfect walking into our city hall venue to tie the knot, and then being swooshed off to our quirky, music orientated and stylish evening venue.
Our wedding was always going to be Scottish, there were always going to be kilts, even B had been swithering towards one, but for me the wedding would have had its own northern soul.
Now, there might still not be a castle, but our venue is no longer a ballroom where you could imagine flour on the floor and slipping into soft shoes for an energetic shuffle around the floor. Instead the hall is as Scottish as they come; big! bold! thistles! candles! ceilidh! We are at risk with our new venue that our quirkiness, our 60s laid back style, could quite easily be swallowed whole and spat out the other side.
I don’t want us to have to change.
I don’t want to go back to the start and find a giant traditional dress, that I can imagine sweeping up their stairs or swirling round in a pool of light on their dance floor. I don’t want to see swords, and big bearded men, and jigs and reels and take your partner by the hand…
Instead I want to see me and B find the music, our northern soul amongst all the Scottishness. I want to see the culture clash played out in front of all our friends and family. I want to be able to make this brash and bold work for little us, I think we can… don’t you?
Miss S x