It's been a while since I last blogged but you'll all be pleased to hear that the terrible stomach infliction that rendered me near useless has moved on to some other poor victim and I am back to subjecting my body to all kinds of filth (mainly grape and grain with the odd cocoa bean chucked in for good measure)
Not so good to hear is the news that I have been unmercilessly thrown around from pillar to post like a rag doll. I feel battered and bruised and fear that my aching bones are are going to be as stiff as a ferociously whipped egg white by the morning. I am sat here covered in stick on heat pads that I resemble a patchwork quilt. But worry ye not, The Significant Other has not turned into a testosterone fuelled monster taken to putting his wench in her place. Alas, it is my choice of work companion that is to blame. The four legged friend (or not on this occassion)...the horse!!
I understand that I have no-one else to blame for my choice of career, and that dealing with young thoroughbred racehorses is always going to be teamed with some degree of danger and uncertainty, but to be flung to the ground three times in a row is more than a woman of the ripe old age of thirty...something...can take! To add insult to injury the lady cashier at my bank asked me today if I had life insurance. Does she know something I don't?! Then again, after today's near death experiences, I think she may have a point.
But, less of the melodramatics, as every cloud has a silver lining and all that. Today I tried on the first cotton fitting of my dress and I can see for the first time what I have until this moment carried around in my head as merely a dream until now. To see something so desired brought to life like that is a truly fantastic and emotional feeling. This dress is unique to me. It is designed by me to be worn only be me and will hold a wealth of memories and emotions within its fabric for years to come. I can feel butterflies as I write this and I am not usually one to get so excited by cotton!
So I may have come to my mother's studio battered, defeated and sore from head to toe, but I stood in front of that mirror, back straight, stomach pulled in and beaming from ear to ear. You can buck the princess off but she will always come back fighting to strike a pose!
Wednesday 24 February 2010
Tuesday 16 February 2010
In Which DB and The Significant Other Are More Than a Little Unromantic
With our wedding fast approaching and spring just around the corner you would probably have expected The Significant Other and I to have been overflowing with love and bestowing gooey romantic gestures on each other this Valentines Day. The actual truth of the matter is that we both quite forgot what day it was until around mid afternoon and by then any little gesture would have felt forced and contrived.
It's not that either of us are uptight, bah humbug, love smug scrooges. We both enjoy a soppy moment and a kiss and cuddle on the sofa as well as the rest. Neither is it that we have both been in remote parts of the world for the last few days, surrounded by pigs, chickens and camels far away from any kind of civilisation. The Significant Other does work away during the week but I'm pretty sure Darlington is only up the motorway.
No, MY excuse for being so forgetful and plain unromantic is that I'd spent the two days previous either hugging the toilet or squatting on it due to a severe case of sickness and diarrohea. I don't remember the last time I felt so ill, except prehaps after a particularly heavy night on the vino, but as I said I don't quite remember... No, this particular bout was so bad I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. In fact, I firmly believe it could be the ultimate weapon in the fight against war. Infect the enemy with this nasty little virus and they'd all be to preoccupied calling Huey down the big white telephone to worry about blowing people up!
Well, that's my excuse for not remembering anyway. As for The Significant Other, well, you'll just have to ask him, but it's my birthday next week and all I can say is that I better get a bloody good birthday present! I can forgive one little slip up!!
On to wedding news. Due to being out of action recently I haven't managed a huge amount of planning, organising etc this last week, I have, however, been measured (which was actually not too terrible due to aforementioned sickness causing waist to shrink and stomach to almsot flatten), tweaked the design of my dress, booked the organist and sent off colour swatches to Vicky so that she can work on our invites, encorporating the colours and no doubt coming up with something fabulous. I wait with baited breath!
The Reverend from our local parish has been emailed although I haven't as yet had a reply and I may have to start mission pester. And, as if that wasn't quite enough for one week, I have even chosen one of the readings and all three of the hymns. Phew. Even two days making close friends with the toilet can't keep a good girl down!
Next week...first cotton fitting. So excited!!!
It's not that either of us are uptight, bah humbug, love smug scrooges. We both enjoy a soppy moment and a kiss and cuddle on the sofa as well as the rest. Neither is it that we have both been in remote parts of the world for the last few days, surrounded by pigs, chickens and camels far away from any kind of civilisation. The Significant Other does work away during the week but I'm pretty sure Darlington is only up the motorway.
No, MY excuse for being so forgetful and plain unromantic is that I'd spent the two days previous either hugging the toilet or squatting on it due to a severe case of sickness and diarrohea. I don't remember the last time I felt so ill, except prehaps after a particularly heavy night on the vino, but as I said I don't quite remember... No, this particular bout was so bad I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. In fact, I firmly believe it could be the ultimate weapon in the fight against war. Infect the enemy with this nasty little virus and they'd all be to preoccupied calling Huey down the big white telephone to worry about blowing people up!
Well, that's my excuse for not remembering anyway. As for The Significant Other, well, you'll just have to ask him, but it's my birthday next week and all I can say is that I better get a bloody good birthday present! I can forgive one little slip up!!
On to wedding news. Due to being out of action recently I haven't managed a huge amount of planning, organising etc this last week, I have, however, been measured (which was actually not too terrible due to aforementioned sickness causing waist to shrink and stomach to almsot flatten), tweaked the design of my dress, booked the organist and sent off colour swatches to Vicky so that she can work on our invites, encorporating the colours and no doubt coming up with something fabulous. I wait with baited breath!
The Reverend from our local parish has been emailed although I haven't as yet had a reply and I may have to start mission pester. And, as if that wasn't quite enough for one week, I have even chosen one of the readings and all three of the hymns. Phew. Even two days making close friends with the toilet can't keep a good girl down!
Next week...first cotton fitting. So excited!!!
Tuesday 9 February 2010
In Which DB and the Significant Other Meet the Reverend and Sign on the Dotted Line
Call me naive or just a little bit too blasé, but when it comes to this wedding malarkey I really didn't realise how much leg work there is when planning for the big day. Usually, I find it hard enough to remember to put my knickers on the right way, let alone working out a seating plan, ordering save the dates, invites, name cards..., buying favours, gifts and choosing flowers, hiring cars, booking venues, hotels etc as well as deciding what style dress I want, what colour the bridesmaids dresses should be and and what the hell we're going to do with the dog on the day in question. (The Significant Other has put his foot down and refused my request to let her walk down the aisle with me wearing a gigantic bow around her pretty little whippet head!)
My cranium is already swimming with these endless lists, and now, after a cosy Friday night with the Reverend, my list has just grown somewhat and I fear there is not enough sauvignon blanc in this world to carry me through. I now have to add to my already thronging list the following: Find contact number of our local parish church and speak to them about reading our bands, choose/write readings and decide who to ask to read them, write own prayer of thanksgiving (Reverend's idea met with a mortified look from Significant Other) otherwise chose one from recommended list, decide which hymns we would like and, finally, see if our dwindling budget will stretch to a choir as well as bells or whether something is going to have to give. Costs are spiralling and my nerves are diminishing. Nothing, it appears, comes for free!
On a more relaxed note, the Reverend it seems is a really lovely, albeit ever so slightly off the wall lady who offered us tea and biscuits and didn't even chastise me when she asked me a question and I replied with the rather inappropriate, "Oh God, I haven't even thought about that" Oops!
My cranium is already swimming with these endless lists, and now, after a cosy Friday night with the Reverend, my list has just grown somewhat and I fear there is not enough sauvignon blanc in this world to carry me through. I now have to add to my already thronging list the following: Find contact number of our local parish church and speak to them about reading our bands, choose/write readings and decide who to ask to read them, write own prayer of thanksgiving (Reverend's idea met with a mortified look from Significant Other) otherwise chose one from recommended list, decide which hymns we would like and, finally, see if our dwindling budget will stretch to a choir as well as bells or whether something is going to have to give. Costs are spiralling and my nerves are diminishing. Nothing, it appears, comes for free!
On a more relaxed note, the Reverend it seems is a really lovely, albeit ever so slightly off the wall lady who offered us tea and biscuits and didn't even chastise me when she asked me a question and I replied with the rather inappropriate, "Oh God, I haven't even thought about that" Oops!
Thursday 4 February 2010
In Which the Reverend has a Sex Change
Now I don't want to cause you any alarm, but this week I discovered a startling fact...the Reverend has changed sex!!
Now this, I'm sure you would agree, is a rather scandalous and news worthy piece of information and definitely something to get them all in a flutter at the local WI. Well, at least it would be if I wasn't misleading you all somewhat with my telling of this story. The truth is that our original Reverend has passed the buck and is off on his jollys leaving the unenviable task of orcestrating our nuptials to a female Revervend known as Jan, who according to my mother seems 'very nice.' I can only take her word for it as my trips to the church have been few and far between of late, something of course I shall endeavour to rectify in the oncoming months!
So, as the Man Rev suns himself in some sunnier climes the Woman Rev will be teaching me and the other half the ways of the Lord and helping him and I to make an honest woman/man of ourselves. I hope she has a strong and unfaltering belief in her faith because I feel she's going to need it!
Apart form this, the only final piece of wedding news I have to report this week is that I am well on my way to making a final decision on the wedding stationary e.g invites, name cards etc and couldn't be happier with the company I have chosen to produce these exquisite works of art. Click onto www.vickytrainor.co.uk and you'll be given a wide range of both contemporary and retro/vintage styles to chose from. Not only this but Vicky will accomodate and rework any of her templates to precisely fit what you have in mind to make your statinonary original and individual to your big day.
Phew, at the risk of sounding like a PR tool for said company I am off to finish my bottle of Sauvignon (yes, I am now back off the wagon, and would not recommend sobriety to anyone!) and I'm going to swill away any thoughts of impending nuptials...until tomorrow that is, where it's nose back to the grindstone and guest lists to chew over...better stock up on the rosé then.
Untill next time.
Now this, I'm sure you would agree, is a rather scandalous and news worthy piece of information and definitely something to get them all in a flutter at the local WI. Well, at least it would be if I wasn't misleading you all somewhat with my telling of this story. The truth is that our original Reverend has passed the buck and is off on his jollys leaving the unenviable task of orcestrating our nuptials to a female Revervend known as Jan, who according to my mother seems 'very nice.' I can only take her word for it as my trips to the church have been few and far between of late, something of course I shall endeavour to rectify in the oncoming months!
So, as the Man Rev suns himself in some sunnier climes the Woman Rev will be teaching me and the other half the ways of the Lord and helping him and I to make an honest woman/man of ourselves. I hope she has a strong and unfaltering belief in her faith because I feel she's going to need it!
Apart form this, the only final piece of wedding news I have to report this week is that I am well on my way to making a final decision on the wedding stationary e.g invites, name cards etc and couldn't be happier with the company I have chosen to produce these exquisite works of art. Click onto www.vickytrainor.co.uk and you'll be given a wide range of both contemporary and retro/vintage styles to chose from. Not only this but Vicky will accomodate and rework any of her templates to precisely fit what you have in mind to make your statinonary original and individual to your big day.
Phew, at the risk of sounding like a PR tool for said company I am off to finish my bottle of Sauvignon (yes, I am now back off the wagon, and would not recommend sobriety to anyone!) and I'm going to swill away any thoughts of impending nuptials...until tomorrow that is, where it's nose back to the grindstone and guest lists to chew over...better stock up on the rosé then.
Untill next time.
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