The Secret Diary of a Bride To Be

The Secret Diary of a Bride To Be

This month, our bride-to-be is starting to regret calling in favours…

A few weeks ago, I was a guest at a wedding. It was a beautiful day – the venue was a gorgeous rustic barn, the sun shone and everything was perfect. I spent most of the day torn between having an amazing time and dealing with bouts of jealousy. But, then I discovered that the newlyweds had splashed out over £40k on their big day, and suddenly my envy turned to panic – will I be able to have a day as perfect as theirs with a minimal budget and without the aid of a wedding planner?

Because we have nowhere near £40,000 to spend, my fiancé and I have been trying to call in favours wherever possible. At first this seemed like a really good idea – we congratulated ourselves over our savvy saving, dreaming of a lavish honeymoon after the event. But, in hindsight, despite saving some pennies, I’m, now finding that cutting corners may have created added stresses that I just didn’t need.

Take the photographer for example. I was never worried about having a vast array of posed shots, so when we got engaged, booking an expensive professional wasn’t on my mind. A family member offered to do the job for free and I agreed. And that was that, as far as I was concerned. But, as the wedding draws closer, I’ve started to wonder whether I’ve done the right thing. At a networking event, chatting to a recent bride, she asked who my photographer was. When I told her, she sported a look of mild panic and said “you’re brave – I’d definitely want a professional. You’ve got to look at the photos forever.” And, since her comment, a few others have echoed this sentiment, leaving me feeling even more stressed than I was before and wonder if I should have just shelled out for a pro.

Then there’s the other elements; the cake, car, evening catering and even the bar are all being supplied by friends in
an attempt to cut costs. A year ago, it seemed like a great idea to ask people we know to help us out, but as the big day draws ever closer and the people we’re relying on become less and less reliable, I’m beginning to panic. The car may or may not be driveable, the caterer appears to have fallen off the face of the earth, and the baker doesn’t own any tins the right size.

Before, I never really understood how weddings could be so costly, but now I get it: if you want a stress-free day, you have to pay. Unfortunately, I’ve realised this a little too late. Not only have I spent all of my spare funds on my honeymoon, I’m also having sleepless nights over whether we’ll actually have any food or transport on the day, or whether we’ll have to dash out to Tesco at the last minute. Then again, at least if we don’t have any decent photographs, there won’t be any evidence that we arrived by bus and everybody was forced to eat shop-bought sandwiches…

Next month, discover why our bride is getting frustrated with her guests…