wedding planning notes

[raven]

Not sure I ought to have to say this, but here it is anyway: I am allowed to make fun of Indian weddings. You - white, don't-they-last-four-days-and-they're-all-colourful-tee-hee, thoughtless you - are not. Getting married in a grey church in England is not a "normal" way to get married. Thanks, glad we've cleared that up.

Anyway, so. Wedding planning has taken its great leap forwards. The Scottish shindig now has a guest list, a photographer, (probably) a cake, (probably) a ceilidh band, two readers, two witnesses, a venue, a menu and even favours, ye gods. I need to get my dress altered and am cleverly combining this with vidukon_cardiff (don't even ask). We still need a playlist, a script, a last-minute narrative resolution to a continuing spat re: canapés, and sixty-five tiny screwtop jars.

The Indian wedding has dates, venues, three documents in progress (schedule; historical and religious contexts, with footnotes; visa procedures, a beginner's guide) a vague guest list, invitation wording if not actual invitations (I drafted this yesterday while putting up with heckling from all sides), a cast of thousands, and a certain sense that Things Are Getting Done. Not by me, I hasten to add. But done.

My to-do list is still in three parts and synced between three devices. But... hurrah? I think?

(I think I shall pre-emptively declare 2014 the Year of the Hammock, With No To-Do Lists At All.)

(I hope to begin it in a houseboat in Srinagar.)

Comments

[littlered2.livejournal.com]

I frequently get told by my parents that I am not dressed warmly enough, or to be careful of hot things. Oh, parents. (Working with my mum is slightly tricky, as she tends to come over and tell me my hair/clothes are not smart enough, and then attempts to fix them. I have pointed out that she doesn't do this to the other receptionists.) Best of luck with getting through the wedding planning process without them driving you mad!

[khalinche.livejournal.com]

My mum still holds my hand when she's visiting me in the city and we cross the road.