A little over a year ago, I was standing in Glasgow Barrowlands, knocking back rum with my bestie, postively giddy with excitement while we waited for Belle and Seb to take to the stage. Silliness abounded, and in a conversation about our successul (Hayley) and non-successful (Me) relationships, it came to light that in the event of Scott proposing to her, Hayley wanted to know whether I would like to be her maid of honour. In time-honoured tradition I got slightly over-sentimental (although I did manage not to cry) and answered in the affirmative. The following spring, when the ring was on her finger after a loch side proposal, she was on the phone to me in inimitable Hayley excitement.
Wedding magazines purchased, blogs bookmarked and one engagement picnic later, wedding prep was underway. In an attempt to preserve the wedding planning, I will be dropping by here from time to time to document the wedding preparations, stresses and successes, post embarrassing photos and bitch about Hayley. It’s true. She gave me permission.
Wedding magazines purchased, blogs bookmarked and one engagement picnic later, wedding prep was underway. In an attempt to preserve the wedding planning, I will be dropping by here from time to time to document the wedding preparations, stresses and successes, post embarrassing photos and bitch about Hayley. It’s true. She gave me permission.
