When, Where, How?

I have a confession to make; I am a little bit addicted to Don't tell the Bride. I love to watch the grooms running around in a panic, sometimes making the strangest of choices which 8 times out of 10 work out perfectly.

One of the biggest changes is where people choose to hold their weddings.  Did you see the one where the venue was a tree house? Totally impractical for the amount of people, but amazing none the less.  Times aren't what they used to be and people don't always want to have the traditional kind of wedding. Whether it be the venue, the theme, in a church; many people now like to have their own spin.

It did get me thinking though, how do you find these sort of places?

One place to try would be a wedding venue directory like Confetti.co.uk  I think sites like these are great as they give you a bit more inspiration and also, if you want to of course, help you to think a bit more out of the box in terms of what might be available to you.  

At the start of your search you may just be thinking a simple hotel but by using these sort of directories and searches you can often find something that is completely bespoke to what you want.   A wedding by the sea, a themed Victorian wedding in a museum; an Alice in Wonderland extravaganza; anything is possible!

It all depends of course on the amount of cash you have to spend, how many people you are inviting and whether you want intimate or grandiose.  

How would I do it? Well that would be telling now wouldn't it ;)

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Friday Rant

There has been something swirling round in my head for a while now, so where better to let it out than here?  So here we go:

Phobias.  There are thousands of phobias in the world.  Some of them are commonly known such as claustrophobia or arachnophobia; others not so, like Bambakomallophobia (fear of cotton wool) or climacophobia (fear of stairs).

I have previously talked about my phobias when it comes to stairs on this blog.  For those that haven’t read: I get dizzy when coming down stairs and have to hold on to the handrail.  If there is no hand rail my head starts to spin and I have practically morph myself into the wall to get me down the stairs.  Going up, my foot has to be touching the step in front and again, have to hold the handrail for dear life.  In short, stairs terrify me, even as little as three steps.

Whilst this phobia isn’t debilitating it is something that I face every day as obviously it is impossible to completely avoid staircases.  My workplace has the biggest staircase ever, go figure.

That isn’t the issue that has been irritating me though.  Here is where I am having my little strop.

I am SICK of people laughing at me when they see me on the stairs.  I can understand somebody the first time of seeing me asking me why I am going so slowly (although I fail to understand why you would ask someone who is clearly having issues with the staircase questions whilst they are still on staircase).  I don’t mind explaining the first time because it does look odd.  But after that, there is no excuse.

It is RUDE to laugh at me, it is WHOLLY impolite to say “Oh aren’t you funny” and it is FUCKING HORRIBLE to run down the stairs at me on purpose when you know damn well that I am scared.

You wouldn’t do anything of those things to someone with a better known phobia.  You wouldn’t trap a claustrophobic person into a wardrobe and you wouldn’t throw a spider at an arachnophobic person so don’t behave that way towards me.  It isn’t something I chose to be affected by and I can’t just “get over it” and I can’t “just try walking down the stairs normally” (really??? Never thought of that, you fuckwit).

And……. Breath.

I feel much better after saying that.  Sometimes you just have to get a little rant on and everything feels better again.  Apologies for the swearing and not “using my words” but sometimes, nothing but the word fuck will do.