I’m a bit scared, internet. I’ve got sweaty palms and I haven’t been sleeping properly as my brain races at a million miles an hour to make list after list.
When I tell you why, you’re going to laugh and say I sound spoilt. I’m not. I feel genuinely anxious that we (and by that I mean me and my wingman) are heading out to Nice for a wedding in Cap Ferrat on Sunday and then chasing it up with another wedding in the heart of Tuscany the following weekend. How amazing is that?
However, if you read that post in which I revealed my pre-wedding OCD for normal weddings that are on my own doorstep, you can only imagine the heightened sense of chaos in my brain right now as I panic about everything from French air traffic control to not speaking any European languages. Somehow being outside the country (and my comfort zone) is creating great big crashing waves of pressure and giving me The Fear.
That’s not to say I’m not excited as well. Having heard some of the plans that my couples have got lined up is enough to make me want to take up residence at their respective wedding venues right now and wait for the festivities to start. And let me tell you, they’re not any old wedding venues that these couples have chosen, but ones that sort of made my eyes pop out of my head when I researched them. If ever there were a setting for a beautiful love story, these guys have definitely nailed it.
I’m no fool. I know that there’s a reason the universe saw fit to throw two destination weddings into my schedule on consecutive weekends and I will live up to the test and make the most of these opportunities. These are not the kind of enquiries that often drop into my inbox and maybe that’s why there’s an added element of anxiety about getting it right.
In the meantime, the blog will be on hiatus whilst I’m away creating new stories, but when I get back you can expect the publication of a new wedding report, which luckily my good friend Ali Lovegrove was on hand to shoot, so it comes complete with some rather lovely images as well.
Wish me luck and I’ll see you in a week or so, when a cross section of my body will reveal I’ve become 50% cheese and 50% pasta.