Monday, 30 January 2012

Pretty,shiny,sparkly things....and shoes!

I've never really been one for jewellery especially anything that cost more than just a few pounds. In the 80's I did go through a bit of a scary phase of wearing earrings Pat Butcher would be proud of, but teamed up with shoulder pads the width of the Humber Bridge and a rather fetching poodle perm, I wouldn't have looked out of place in a Wham video and was rewarded by the odd wolf whistle. Granted, these were usually from a passing saucy OAP, but hey, who cares. A wolf whistle is still a wolf whistle no matter who does the whistling!

Husband number one had a thing about gold. In his eyes, all jewellery should have a caret mentioned somewhere in the description and had to be bought from a shop where a suited assistant brought out plush velvet trays from display cases. But husband number one's aspirations were much bigger than his wallet and although he wanted to see me dripping with gold, in reality his budget stretched as far as the finest shortest necklaces or tiniest studs.Not that I'm complaining, as each golden gift was very much appreciated.It's just that once in a while all I wanted was a bangle from Boots!

As I've got older my tastes have changed and not always for the best! Rather than swooning over understated tasteful jewellery, I seem to have a thing for all things that sparkle.And I don't just mean precious gems and lucious pearls.Show me the gaudiest baubles and anything covered in rhinestones and I'm a happy lady! It doesn't take much for me to get all excited over a tub of sequins or pot of glitter these days! My excuse is that I've been working with five year old olds for far too long and who don't believe that less is more when it comes to sparkle!

Don't get me wrong. I can ooh and aah over the sparkliest and tackiest of pretties, but I wouldn't be seen dead in anything that turned me into a walking Christmas tree. I like to think that I do have some taste! Take my wedding ring for example. I have short fingers on a little hand. A huge sparkler in a fussy setting would just look wrong. Instead a chose a very simple band with a square cut solataire. Very simple but stylish. A bit like me really!!

Talking of weddings, the time has come to start thinking about accessories. Since buying the dress that I said that I  would never in a million years want to wear at my wedding, I have been thinking of ways to personalise the whole look and step away from the whole ivory,crystal and pearl look. I wanted to inject a bit of colour. Initially I thought about wearing a cardi. Not a lambswool number from M&S, but something cobwebby and a little bohemian.My friends thought me mad. A cardi over a wedding dress...was I crazy! So that idea quickly bit the dust. Then I thought back to my childhood and how I used to love playing with my nan's sparkly dress brooches.Pretty little numbers encrusted with gems of a rainbow's worth of colour.This was what I wanted. Vintage sparkle for a vintage me. And there had to be colour. Nothing too bright, but soft pastels in keeping with my vintage colours.



I have found, thanks to Ebay, the prettiest of vintage brooches. A bargain at £5.99! Lots of little flowers in pale yellow and green with gems to match. Not exactly my wedding colours, but is there a rule to say that everything has to match? The gems are peridot in colour, my birthstone, so the brooch is personal to me and it is really pretty. I love it! Now I need someone clever to transform it into a beautiful hair accessory. I still need to find the perfect earrings and other pretties, so I'm keeping a beady eye open for them.

The other essential item needed is of course "the shoes"! Anyone who knows me, knows too well that I am the world's worst shoe shopper. I like shoes but they don't like me! What with wide feet , thick ankles and bunions, I have a real problem buying shoes that fit. A nice pair of trainers would be perfect, but my wise friends would have a fit if I dared to turn up in a pair of Nike!
What I would really like is a pair of mid heel height shoes with straps. Colour would be great. Flowers would be wonderful and sparkle a bonus. I'm not after a pair of Jimmy Choos but anything that lets me climb stairs, walk without wobbling and smile without grimacing in pain would be wonderful !
But at the end of the day, what I really want to wear is a good old comfortable pair of flip flops...with sparkle of course!

Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Me a hen? Old broiler more like!

I've recently been thinking of how to celebrate getting hitched with my girlie friends.I'm not going to say celebrate my last few weeks of freedom, as it sounds as though I've been found guilty of commiting some henious crime and I'm going to have a last chance of living it up before waiting to be sentenced !  Nor am I all that keen on calling it a hen do. When I think of a hen do, I picture an excited beautiful young bride- to- be surrounded by her chicks and hitting the town. I can hardly call myself a hen these days, more like an old broiler instead! And as for hitting the town....not on your nelly! Somehow me dressed in veil, sash and sucking on a pink willy straw is an image I wouldn't like to force onto the poor general public!

Me thinks that I'm over the hill for any of that tiara wearing malarkey !

Wedding number one's hen do was a very quiet affair.For some reason I decided that an evening out with just my mum and sister was a great way to celebrate my pending nuptials. From what I remember, hen parties were really low key those days. I can't recall any of the  paraphernalia  that seems to be almost compulsory these days, or anything other than a simple night out with the girls. Maybe I just missed out, and brides-to-be all over the country were partying away whilst my fun and games were over by 10pm! We lived it up by sharing a bottle of Chardonney at a wine bar, followed by a burger. We couldn't stay out late as dad was picking us up in his Skoda!

A burger with my mum and sister. I sure knew how to push the boat out!

This time around, I want to go to town and celebrate my forthcoming Big Day in style. A day, evening or whatever, to remember ! But how? I've been racking my brains for ideas and being a right old pain by bugging my friends to come up with suitable ideas themselves. 

So what have we come up with so far?

What I really, really would like to do is have a weekend in Paris (where else!) But the cost of travel, accomodation etc seems to have ruled that one out sadly.
Oh, to be in Paris!

Glamping sounded like fun.

Even posh camping was too close to nature for some!

A spa weekend perhaps?

Too much exposing of flesh!


Quad biking, paintballing, walking on ropes in trees, canoeing, mountain biking?


And risk breaking a leg? Maybe not such a good idea?

Stretch Limo and a show.

Limo....no ! Show....maybe !

Cupcake decorating, Dirty Dancing lesson, cocktail masterclass ?

Liking the sound of that!

Or maybe something along the lines of an overnight stay in Bristol (where else!) combined with an activity of sorts, shopping, cocktails, great meal and finally on to a bar for a bit of late night chilling. Sounds good? But please ladies,don't even think about anything  pink and tacky !


Tuesday, 10 January 2012

The small matter of........transport !

I rather like January this year! As a rule it's just a long month that drags on and on. The cashpoint always insists on telling me that I need to live on fresh air. I always seem to have gained more spare tyres than kept in stock at Kwik-Fit and everything just seems so grey ! Nothing happens in January. Apart from New Years Day, there is nothing to celebrate.In February there's Valentine's Day and maybe pancakes. Mother's Day and sometimes Easter in March and after that the weather has hopefully perked up and you can celebrate just for being able to enjoy a bit of sunshine! Yep! January is as a rule just plain depressing!

Time for a dose of the January blues? No, not for me!

This January is a bit different.This is the month that I dust down my trusty wedding planning notebook and resume the serious business of getting a certain wedding sorted. Pennies are tight, so this is the month of research only. But that's the fun bit. A good reason to spend time for a bit of Googling and perusing my favourite blogs for inspiration. Mr R moans that I spend more time with my laptop than with him.But in a few months time he'll be congratulating me coming up trumps with creating the most awesome wedding going! In reality of course, the most important aspect of our big day is that we are  getting married, and not all the trappings that go with it. But how many oppurtunities in life do you get to plan such an amazing event as a wedding? You may as well go to town when you can....funds allowing of course!

Loving my laptop!

So, what's on top the the to do list? Well, until last week it was to sort out the tansport to take me from our hotel to the venue. A journey that would take around 15 minutes.
For wedding number one I dreamed of a vintage car taking me to the church and on to the reception afterwards. I got my dream car. Great for the short journey from my parents home to our village church, but not so great for the half hour trip to the hotel where we had our reception. The little car was sooo slow and it took ages to get there.Husband number one took advantage of the long journey and snored his way for the entire trip!

 Great for wedding number one, but not loving it this time around!


So what would be my dream transport?

A horse and carriage? Through the busy streets of Bristol? Not a good idea!

A Big Fat Gypsy Wedding carriage? Me? In that? Fat chance!


A VW campervan? Wrong nationality, but on the right track!

A Hummer stretch limmo? Spacious, but silly!

A conventional wedding car? Too boring!


This is it! This is my dream car. A Citreon 2CV. Perfect for my vintage inspired wedding!

But, after much consideration, this will be my wedding transport.

A blue Bristol cab!
 
Why? Because it's cheap,spacious and no one will see me arriving anyway.And I'm a Bristol girl after all!



Wednesday, 4 January 2012

A time for change.

Christmas has been and gone. The house is back to it's old self, devoid of all things glittery and twinkley and homes have been found for all of the presents that Santa so kindly brought down the chimney with him and deposited under our tree. The fridge has finally stopped groaning under the weight of excess food, and my supermarket reciept doesn't have to be hidden away from Mr R just in case his blood pressure hits the roof when he sees quite how much I've spent! Of course all of those festive goodies had to go somewhere, and it is with some embarrassment that I have to say that a lot of it went in me! I haven't been to the gym for weeks. Well you don't just before Christmas do you? There's far too much to do to find 30 minutes in the day to work out. Besides, I've had a wonky knee and decided that what I needed to do was rest it. Well, that's my excuse and I'm going to stick with it! So after weeks of inactivity and being a little Christmas piggy, it was no surprise when the waistband on trousers were getting rather snug and my poor body was begging me... Please...no more!
  I've turned into a Christmas piggy!

With only 7 months away until the big day, I'm now beginning to panic somewhat. All hopes of trimming down to be somewhere within the boundaries of what the experts says should be my ideal weight have alas gone out of the window. I'm not sure if I could ever have achieved such a goal.The last time I was any where near being that slim was pre children over 21 years ago! I'm going to have to be realistic and be happy with the fact that I will be a curvy bride.Being curvy is me. That is who I am. Mr R fell in love with a middle aged woman with lots of lumps anf bumps in the wrong places and not the skinny girl I once was many moons ago. But at the moment I'm not just curvy. I'm fat. I don't like being fat. I don't look in mirrors anymore if I can help it. I hate buying clothes. I feel unattractive. I don't like the fact that I lack energy and huff and puff if I climb stairs and most importantly I worry about the implications of being obese has on my health. Looking gorgeous on my wedding day is important to me, and in my opinion I can't look gorgeous If I don't feel it, so I do want to shed a few stones for that very important date, but I'm thinking of my future too. I do not want to be yet another statstic !
One day I will burst if I carry on like this!

So today I got on the scales,gulped at the result and started day one of changing the way I eat. I'm not going to call it a diet. Diets don't work. I need to rethink how and what I eat. I must stop the constant snacking, and filling my plate with enormous portions.Eat fruit and vegetables instead of stodge.Cut down on making cakes and other baked goodies.I need to go to the gym more often and not make excuses, and once the days are longer, walk to work and not rely on driving the short distance there and back. I am lucky that I have supportive friends who will keep me on the straight and narrow. I have a circle of fabulous Twitter friends who all want to shed a pound or two and we keep an eye on each other and are always full of encouragment. I would love to lose three stone. Can I achieve that? I would like to shout YES I CAN ! I have to do this. I have to believe that it is possible. But only I can achieve my goal. Please keep all of your fingers and toes crossed for me.
I may be vintage, but I want to look absolutely fabulous on my wedding day!