We did it, we got hitched Turkish style! Thanks to everyone who made it over to Turkey for our nuptials. We had an absolutely fantastic time! We hope it was memorable, well the cake was if nothing else!
I’m now officially Mrs Stimson and will be changing my name in all the relevant places. I started with my hotmail account and have already had a few "I wondered who the heck Sarah Stimson is" replies! I will also be bucking the trend in recruitment and will be changing my name at work once the IT guru manages to change my email account.
For those of you that can bear it, you can see the photos here:
Before and Ceremony:
I survived my hen do. A ridiculous amount of dodgy cocktails, beer and German wine later I’ve dragged my sorry behind back to the office. I got off fairly lightly on the tacky factor – a plastic tiara and a flashing L plate, well I guess it was par for the course. Explaining endlessly what an L plate is and how it’s relevant to getting married was interesting, considering my pigeon German (I can ask for 8 beers fluently now though).
Credit where credit is due though, my chief bridesmaid did us proud and we stayed in the most amazing hotel. I’d like to say we planned lots of cultural activities, but we stumbled upon them rather than actively arranged them. That said, it turns out it was the 50th anniversary of the signing of the Treaty of Rome which established the EU so there was plenty going on. The huge stage with a mixture of excrutiating EuroPop blaring wasn’t that welcome on Sunday morning with delicate heads all round.
As suggested by Simon Collister I did indeed end up in Ambulance (the bar, not the vehicle) although by that time we’d already had significant amounts of cocktails (I don’t recommend them, they’re horribly strong) and had accidentally ended up in an S&M gay bar (we made a sharp exit). Ambulance serve the strongest gin and tonics known to mankind and that was the death of me. I started the day with my first G&T at 5.30am in Stanstead and it was a fitting end to finish it with another G&T at 3am.
Just over five weeks to the wedding. Better let my liver recover.
I have just over 6 weeks until our big day. The suits are ordered, the dress is bought and the nerves are kicking in. I keep expecting someone to pop up and say "you can’t get married, you’re not a grown up!" So far we’ve managed to have a reasonably calm lead up. No tantrums or bridezilla moments so far – but give it time. My hen do in Berlin is next Saturday so no doubt I’ll have a sore head and a few tales to tell after that little shin dig.
The average cost of a wedding in the UK is £17,000.
That’s a HUGE amount of money. Well, it is to me. Ours is costing about half of that and even then we’ve had to make major cut backs in our lifestyle to pay for it despite some generous contributions from our parents. Our American cousins apparently pay a lot more than that. Weddings are a huge business, all you have to do is find a niche and there is money to be made.
Sarah Hayman 3 is getting married this year too. Actually, it turns out she’s getting married THE SAME DAY AS ME! Freaky! So freaky in fact that a journo is going to write a nice little piece on us and flog it to the highest bidder. Every little helps.
A little short of two weeks ago, inspired by the madness that is wedding planning and the goings on on the Confetti forums, I started writing a book.
Diary of Bridezilla has taken on a life all of its own. Over 20,000 views in a week and rising it has turned into a daily occurance to ponder to myself what Bridezilla will do next.
I’ve had to be structured and plan the book out in advance, so I know where she will end up and how the story turns out, but the day to day thoughts of this bride to be remain a mystery to me until I start tapping away at the next entry in her diary.
Very flatteringly, I have Confetti forum members crying out for the next installment. I have created a rod for my own back
It’s a good thing too really. I have tried writing books before and get bored and disillusioned by chapter four. Regular feedback is proving the spur I need to keep going.
So I’ve gone and done it now, I’ve joined the 60 million or so people with a blog and have joined the social media revolution.
I went to Sunderland University’s "Delivering The New PR" conference yesterday and was inspired to start my own blog. So you can thank Tom Murphy and Stuart Bruce for my ramblings.
Three things dominate my life at the moment. As a head hunter recruitment has to be up there at the top (my boss will read this so lip service is required). Secondly PR is up there, as it is our niche industry to recruit in and what happens in PR impacts daily on our work. Thirdly it’s my wedding. I used to be an independant, strong minded, practical, down to earth soul with a mortgage, cat, car and a secret penchant for chick lit – then on the 16th of May this year I became the proud owner of a sparkly diamond ring, a wedding planning book and the complete inability to walk past any bridal shop. I’m not quite bridezilla, but it’s a not a long walk down that road. The Diary of Bridezilla can be read here, and yes, Mrs*S*to*be is me, and no it’s not autobiographical.