I am greatly looking forward to doing the deed, and hopefully we can organise it in such a way that avoids most of the expensiveness and all the ghastliness associated with the kind of wedding you read about in the newspaper (or at least, the kind of wedding I have recently taken to reading about in the newspaper.)
It does appear however that at least aspiring to the style of wedding where the bride turns up in a helicopter to confuse her guests is broadly assumed, and failure to appear interested in all the accoutrements is seen by some people as a bit puzzling and sad. The first two or three times we told people who aren't our friends or relatives that we're getting married (the saleswoman in a shop where Dorian was looking for a shirt to wear with his very cool 1960s Fletcher Jones suit, and my hairdresser) it prompted a string of questions, mutually disconcerting in that the questioner seemed to understand & like the answers about as little as I comprehended the questions.
What are your wedding colours?
er, come again? Multicoloured?
Are you having a theme?
(Actually if anyone asks me this again I will say High School Musical)
Where are you registering? / Have you thought about what you're to going register for?
Where are you having the reception?
Where are you going for your honeymoon?
Not going anywhere?
Where are you getting your dress? Who's doing your photography / video / makeup?
I am making my own dress and putting on my own makeup lol. I assume anyone who wants a photograph will take one themselves.
It's interesting and all that to see what the word 'wedding' connotes for some people but truth be told I found these exchanges a bit confidence-shaking and have resolved to avoid getting into any others like them, as far as that's possible.
But on the other hand, gladdening my heart, the first question a great many people have asked, on being told about our engagement, pertains to what the cats & chickens will be wearing and what roles in the bridal party they will have to play. Whenever someone asks about this I know they understand what it's all about. It's something I've given a lot of thought to as it happens. Realistically, the cats will run off and hide as soon as people start to show up, and the chooks will just hang around in their yard hoping somebody will give them a caterpillar, same as always. But at least they can all be dressed nicely, and just as matchy-matchy as any gang of eight or nine bridesmaids swathed in identical aubergine satin.
Apparently trying on wedding dresses today goes something like this: with your mother, sister(s), bridesmaid(s), you go to the wedding dress shop, and, well, try on a string of dresses until you come out of the changing room in one and your audience all gasp and burst into tears. This is how you know it's The One. I had my own moment of breathlessly recognising The One yesterday afternoon in the material shop when I spotted two packages of embroidered net and broderie anglaise doll collars in the clearance bin. For $4 I got twenty-four collars.
Albie really likes them.
They look good on the chooks too but I'm afraid those ladies might need a bit of practice in wearing clothes beforehand.
I got some matching lingerie elastic to attach them to as well. Now all I need to do is decide whether everybody should each have a different coloured ribbon bow at the front that suits their individual colouring? If they all have the same it's going to be a challenge to pick one colour that flatters everyone.