Questions, mood boards, colour pallettes.....

Venue is booked, deposit paid. I have become this giddy bride-to be. But I am over 50, get a grip. Stop thinking about your age. You are going to be a bride!!!! No, I cannot turn my brain off. But I have to finish work and rush straight out to the hairdressers for my 5:30pm cut and blow dry.

I get in the chair and my hairdresser asks the usual questions - how am I, how's the grandchild, isn't it hot and then we get to the "so what are we doing with your hair today?" question. This is it, this is my queue, my very first opportunity to tell someone I am getting married.

Oh, yes, sorry, probably should have said I have not told anyone yet.

So, this ridiculously large smile takes over my face as I tell her - you cannot let me do anything drastic for the next 14 months. Puzzled look on her face. Because I am getting married next September......!!! There, I have done it. I have told someone that me, the person who never ever wanted to get married, who had never imagined what their wedding dress would look like, is getting wed!!!!

OMG. How is it possible, that this woman looking at me in the mirror, whom I have only known for circa 6 months, is even more excited than I am? Why is she now asking me a plethora of questions? Why can she not stop talking? What is she actually saying? Why does she want me show her my mood board? Sorry, what do you mean what colours am I having? I don't colour my hair......

Oh, so we are no longer talking about my hair. In fact we are no longer talking about anything of which I am familiar. We are talking about wedding planning. Um, hello, this is unchartered territory for me. Where is the map, the guide book, the phrase book/dictionary I can use, so that I can actually stand a chance of understanding what you are saying to me? You appear to be speaking a new language. One I do not know and am struggling to follow.

Bless her, she did apologise for her excitement. I was only slightly concerned for my life once - when the scissors hovered a little too close to my ear. Thankfully, she took a deep breath and steadied her hand. We laughed. Mine was out of relief.

But this was my first experience of what I now refer to as "wedding speak" It is a land with it's own unique language and navigation system. A land that I was totally unprepared for. It is probably easier to list the things my wonderful hairdresser was saying to me rather than write them out as questions - you will get the drift I am sure:

cake

bridesmaid

flower girl

best man

page boy

flowers

bouquet

save the dates

guest list

invitations

cake

wedding breakfast

suits

favours

colour pallette

hair

curls

straight

veil

dress

shoes

where

when

cars

The list of questions continued!! I think my reply to all of this sums up where my head was at:

We have set the date and booked the venue. Isn't that all we need to do?