Howdy ladies & laddies, has been a while huh? But to quote everyone’s favoured man-band, I’m ‘Back for Good’ bitches! Okay, so I added the potty-mouth profanity…ee can you imagine Take That swearing in a song? Oh so wrong…
Anyway, back to business. Of the wedding variety of course. It sure has been a rollercoaster of emotions, happenings and pleasures of the mixed kind over the last few months. SO much has been happening I’m going to break it down into a few bouts of blogging this week and next as frankly it’s just too much for my tiny mind to process in one readable post!
So today I shall recount my dramatic journey down the road to becoming the next Rock n Roll Bride intern, which you of course all know about already as for five days last month I pestered you profusely :)
When I heard at the start of July that Kat - Rock n Roll Bride herself - was on the hunt for a new intern to guest-blog once a month and generally help her with some pretty cool shenanigans related to the wedding industry, not even valium could’ve calmed me down! I was seriously freaking with excitement…she was looking for a bride-to-be, preferably with her own blog at the start of her journey to walking down the aisle in 2012. I’ve always believed in fate, and this only reinforced my credo. On saying that, as I carefully crafted my pretty lengthy submission (see below for the entry in all it’s glory) I never in a gazillion light years thought I would make her final three! Well, we actually thought Kat was going to pick her favourite and got a bit of shock finding out it was down to the masses! I sure would’ve written it differently for public consumption, but therein lies a lesson - always expect the unexpected :)
And this is the bit you lovely lot got involved in. The voting opened, I pestered you to within a inch of your cyber lives, and to cut an agonisingly long story short, after 20,000 votes (!!!!) I was pipped to the post by a lovely lil’ Liverpudlian lassie (OTT alliteration?!) who goes by the name of Roo. And a deserved winner too, I truly mean that. Her writing actually rocked my world.
But now for the tough bit. I’d be misinforming you if I said I dealt with this bravely, because I really didn’t. Weirdly, at the time it actually felt like last chance saloon for me and writing. Since Scarlet I’ve desperately missed putting finger to keyboard regularly - seeing my name in print - and readers finding pleasure in what I’ve had to say (although, to be clear, I didn’t write for Scarlet’s erotica section, only the PG stuff!).
Part pretentious editors, part credit crunch and part laziness have resulted in me struggling to find a new outlet for my writing. As I said in my R&RB entry, this is my second love - someone once said that words are the voice of the heart, and that really rings true with me.
But anyhoo - one July Saturday, a bundle of snotty tissues, and a whole heap of hugs later I’d pulled myself together and realised this wasn’t the end of the road for me and writing, age 27 and a half years old. What a daft cow I was being! Who cares that I don’t do this to bring home the bacon? So what that I want a nice flat and nice holidays and even nicer leopard print shoes, and that the day job pays for that very well indeed (apart from when we’re saving for a wedding, of course, when I can afford none of the above!). But this reminded me that I never, ever want to lose sight of what makes me, me, and an enormous part of that is my love of words. It’s what got me my first front page news story aged 15, all the way to a 2.1 honours degree at Uni, a string of free nights in 5 star hotels (mmm, good times), the job I’m in and down to the final three for the internship.
So as you may have gathered I learned a bunch of life-affirming lessons throughout this process, and have grown in more ways than one. I felt really overwhelmed and humbled to have gotten such steller support from friends, family and relative strangers…your comments amazed me, and way too often left me choking back the tears in the most inappropriate of places (think the tube, in the office, on the street, in front of my dentist!). Thank you is one word that just doesn’t lend itself to the sincerity I want to convey, but if I haven’t already said it to you personally here’s one for you…
❤THANK YOU ❤
….for taking time out your life to support me, for helping me believe in myself and for reminding me how lucky I am in this life.
Right, enough of this mush before my fake eyelashes fall off…here’s my entry to Rock n Roll bride in full as the one on Kat’s blog was slightly cut down (I don’t half rabbit on huh? and how many LOVE HEARTS do I use? I seriously need to get over them…)
Love you lots like polka dots xx
Wow…Kat, even writing this email is insanely exciting. Can’t quite believe this opportunity has come up when I’m ACTUALLY getting married and eligible to apply! I’ve been addicted to your blog since I stumbled across you as a newly-gaged six months ago, and can’t tell you how much this opportunity would mean to me. In fact, I’m SO hooked on R&RB that I ran up a rather significant phone bill for keeping up-to-date with the blog while holidaying in Morocco last month…oops! Lesson learned the hard way ;)
Okay, back to business….so here goes, a bit about us:
♥ My name’s Claire Jackson, or ‘Red’ as some folk call me. I’m marrying a man-slash-boy (he’s lovably immature) called Tom Nimmo. Yep, I’m going to be Mrs Claire Nimmo and I too will have to endure the ‘Finding Nemo’ jokes. Super! :)
♥ I’m 27, Tom’s two years nearer the big 3-0, and we live in the mighty Glasgow, Bonnie Scotland. Although the boy’s English - Blackpool born and bred - we’ve both lived here for ten years, eight of which we’ve been causing havoc together.
♥ We’ve picked the cutest wee place for the whole shebang - Glasgow Art Club. It’s a private members club housed in a traditional tenement (Victorian) house in the heart of the city. Up and coming as a wedding venue, GAC is perfect for us. We knew from the start what we defo didn’twant - a run of the mill place that churned weddings out like a yo sushi conveyor belt. It had to allow us to hold a humanist ceremony and it had to be relatively cheap as we’re on a bit of a shoestring budget (compartive to the cost of the average wedding!). So, after three months we stumbled across GAC, and following a few visits to see Naoimh - the brilliant craic manager - we booked it for 25 August 2012.
♥ We’ve been engaged since 6 December 2010, and starting planning the wedding in March following an awesome engagement party just after Valentines Day. It was the first time the two families had met…luckily the two clans united in peace!
♥ So far we’ve booked our venue (GAC), our fabby photographers (mirrorbox photography) and someone to marry us (a humanist celebrant called Senga Kemp). The caterers come with the venue, but are called en croute, though we’ve still to meet to confirm exactly what we’d like food-wise. Oo I’ve also actually found an amazing makeup artist, Ivory Lovelust - a vintage style makeup artist from Edinburgh. We’ve been in touch but I haven’t scheduled a trial with her yet. That’s to come after a few more stone is shed…♥ Which leads me to the biggest challenge related to the wedding actually. I’m a fairly curvy girl with quite a large number of pounds to lose in the run up to the wedding (approx 5 stone after losing 2.5 so far) - unless I want to take the meaning of our ‘big day’ literally that is. I’m certainly not alone as a bride-to-be battling the bulge to transform herself for her wedding, and so thought it would be a really positive thing if I could share my struggles/successes/frustrations/elations with your readers, and hopefully we can inspire each other not just in style, but in health too. Apart from wanting to look and feel the best I ever have for getting married, this weight-loss is essential if I want to live a happy and healthy life with the love of my life. The irony in ‘a lot to lose and a lot to gain’ comes to mind! :)♥ When we sat down and wrote down the things we love that we’d like to try and incorporate into the wedding in some way, it went something like this:
stars, rainbows, flamingos, 50s, Scotland, birds, skulls, rockabilly, balloons, cupcakes, tattoos, colour, polka dots, cherry blossom, robots, stripes, bows, hearts, leopard print, coconut, reggae/dancehall, USA, motown, sweets, Glasgow, rock, tutus…
An eclectic mix you could say, and we’ve already started collecting bits and bobs from vintage/retro shops across the UK. Our most recent purchase is a purple lady tin robot with lightening bolts on her from a wee shop in the Northern Quarter, Manchester. Without going into too much detail we envisage 50s dress, colourful flowers, black bridesmaids dresses with bright shoes, quirky cocktails, an american diner buffet style feast, cupcakes galore with a few surprises on the night! You can see a lot of our inspiration on our mood boards via pinterest. I’m also getting new ink on my shoulder especially for the big day, so that could be interesting…We’re not into being different for different’s sake, just being true to ourselves as individuals and as a couple.♥ To be totally honest, I’m pretty rubbish with technology. I can’t really cook, and every DIY project I set myself nearly ends up in a trip to A&E! But I live to write and in truth it’s the second love of my life. I studied journalism at University for four years, and even though the day job’s in the public sector as a University manager, I worked freelance for a women’s magazine (Scarlet - you might know it? They had an awesome alternative wedding magazine too, Black Meringue). Unfortunately it went into liquidation last year, so I’m now channelling all my creativity into the wedding, and my own wee blog. Maybe one day I can jack in the job too and blog to my heart’s content :)
Well, I’ve babbled long enough now, so all digits crossed that I’m the lucky cow that gets the good news come 25 July :)