The 'Pinterest' wedding

A friend of a friend recently got married. Her wedding was cute. My friend described it as a “pinterest” wedding. She said it the way my mother said “they had little crocheted swans at their wedding”. I have since grown up in fear of the crocheted swan. Heaven forbid you have something that dates your day (cue *gasp!*). Looking back I now realise the doubt started with the photobooth post. I love all the cutesy stuff – but I need to stay true to who the fisherman and I are, and that for him is totally chilled and down to earth, whereas for me it’s going fucking crazy for three hours to achieve that totally chilled and down to earth look. So to all things wedding right now – I say kiss my ass. I will do what I wanna do, the way I wanna do it. The ranting in this post may have been powered by that 4pm itch you get when you just want to go home, but you’re stuck at the office in your open plan office with the resident clock watcher breathing down your neck.

Tx