One week to go and I have a rotten cold. I caught it deliberately, so when I say "I do" I will rasp like Bonnie Tyler and Gareth will say, "I DO TOO! I cannae resist a voice so sultry!". I seemed to have caused blogging confusion again. I didn't make it clear that I Read More
Moving house would have been quick and easy if I wasn't so sentimental. I came here with just two wee suitcases, but now I have those same two wee suitcases plus eleven boxes chock full of "mementos". I like to sift through this magpies nest and let random objects trigger memories, rather than having to Read More
I was desperate to give Desperate Housewives another chance after scoffing at the pilot episode. I tuned in last week for Episode 4, but I still couldn't get past the horrible, horrible voiceover of the dead lady. Her saccharine, schmaltzy tones felt like piranhas were attacking my eardrums. But even more infuriating was how she Read More
Cheers to the anonymous eagle-eyed commenter who pointed out the logistical flaw in the last entry. How could the bodysuit possibly have pinned my arms over my head if I still had the crotch snaps done up? Good point! I can only blame that inaccuracy on hurried blogging close to midnight with a bellyful of Read More
The very first dress in the very first shop. Surely this was a Guinness Book of Bridal Records moment! But not if you're working with the Grand High Priestess of Shopping, my trusty sister Rhiannon. Would you expect anything less from the organisational mastermind behind the Plastic Bag Luggage System and the Maximum Efficiency Grocery Read More
Three weeks til our wedding and Gareth is all smugly sorted with his kilt. Meanwhile I'm sitting around like Cinderella, waiting for the fairy godmother to show up with a frock for the ball so I don't have to go to the shops. At least when I do go, I'll know what to look for. Read More
There's some big issues to consider with all this marriage palaver. Like what do you call the husband when writing about him? Some blogging types refer to theirs as "DH", as in Dear Husband. I first saw this term in the mid-90s in sentences like, "Took DH to Safeway and we argued about papayas" or Read More
