Well my lovelies. This is my hundredth post! I can hardly believe I have been participating in this fabulous world for so long! I am so happy that so many of you lovely people take the time to stop by on a daily basis. Hugs all round please!
Well, why have a I been away for so long? This is the crux of my new quandary! Tis a real humdinger and no mistake. Let me take you back to the beginning.
So when Bean and I first were thinking about the wedding we were worried about the idea of a hoopla. Hence my need to call the whole event a hooplow. Some may think that a blog is a way of creating a super hoopla extravaganza out of a wedding but I see it as a way to bounce my ideas off superbly creative people and to contain my madness! Indeed I truly hope my wedding is not the best day of my life. Definitely in the top 10 but not at the top!
Anyhoo, my parents (read the matriach) offered my a sum of money to put towards a wedding or general futureness. After a long debacle (see quandary posts!) we both decided we that we wanted to celebrate our wedding with more than a civil ceremony. It just seemed a little more "us".
Fast forward to this weekend when we visited my parents. All was fine and dandy we were talking about different places in Northumberland. My mother was jokingly moaning about the distance and then my father suddenly declared, "at least I won't have to come...I think it's all a ridiculously wasteful extravagance...wanting to be a celebrity for the day." Taken aback? Yes I was too.
Now you must think my parents have a loveless marriage or are divorced? Nope quite the opposite. Yes the argue, they both know exactly how to rile each other up but they have been married for over 30 years now. They are currently searching for a house in the south of France in which to retire. Yes, my parents eloped but, as I have just found out, it was mainly because they could not really afford a "normal"* wedding. Could he really be jealous? No - he's just not that type of guy.
Furthermore, has he not met me before? When in his crazy head has he ever thought I would want to be like a celebrity? Nothing could be further from the truth. I loathe the whole celebrity culture. I despise the fact that mindless untalented vessels are wooed by sycophants with more money than sense. He knows I love eBay and Bean and I will always find the best deal and would always prefer quality over quantity. Hence the smaller guest list?
It is truly unfathomable to me and my mother. Yes he is known to be a little contrary and want to "fight the man" and I guess in this case the wedding industry complex (WIC)! Maybe I thought as his only daughter he could help me fight the WIC? Maybe he fears "the speech"? Granted he is not known for his public speaking but is often the life and grumpy soul of the party. In any case, surely all he needs to do is say that I look better than usual, welcome Bean and his clan to the family and tell everyone to have a good time?
Yes, the money must be the issue. Yet my mother tells me it is mostly her money that "we" would be spending and she is honestly happy to use it for a wedding. Known to be a little demanding, she promises that the money would be ours to spend. She only asks that I would invite 8 friends. However these are dear family friends who were already on my side of the list.
My parents are not rich but they are not poor. My mother wouldn't offer the money if they couldn't afford it.
So please can anyone shed any light on this humdinger of a predicament? Do you sympathise with my father? Am I being unreasonable? Please let me know. Phew it's nice to be back! As thanks for listening another toe is dipped into the stream away from anonymity with my father's old beardy self!
*whatever normal is?