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Good afternoon! I hope you had a lovely weekend. I am very pleased to introduce you to the blog’s first bride to be blogger, Helen. 
                                                                                                                         

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Two months ago, had you asked me what kind of wedding I was looking for I would have given a well thought out reply.

I wasn’’t really into that whole ‘wedding thing’. It’s only one day after all, right? No point in splashing out on something when all you’re left with is memories and overpriced soft focus wedding snaps.

I had it all planned out, with a secret folder on my computer full of pictures I’d pinched from pinterest to back up my vision.

I wanted a small ceremony, maybe twenty at most. Followed by a massive festival knees up with wellie boots and face painting and maxi dresses. There would be bands on and stalls selling noodles and burgers and guests would be relaxed and it would all be pretttttty amazing truth be told.

Just over two weeks ago, on a beach in Thailand with the sun setting in front of me- my wonderful boyfriend Pete got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Of course I blubbed a bit, scared the hell out of him by not saying yes in the first three seconds, and then just yelled ‘YES!!!’ at him. And that’s where things changed.

So it turns out that the moment that the(beautiful sapphire and diamond 1920’s American estate piece) ring slides onto your finger, what you actually want in a wedding changes. No more can I see myself knee deep in mud, my soft white dress dipping into the puddles of English summer. Nor can I imagine my gran relishing the experience of a festival wedding, pushing her wheelchair across a soggy field to perch her somewhere near a beer tent with a burger in her hand.

See, although I was never a fan of spending a fortune on weddings, I am a bit of a wedding addict. I have seen every episode of Four Weddings (US and UK), Pete is forced to sit down each week with me to watch Don’t Tell the Bride (which he now loves) and I have searched sky to series link any shows with the words ‘wedding’ or ‘bride’ in it- opening a whole new world of programmes including the tragically funny programme Bridezillas. I’ve also indulged myself with Wedding House and Bride Wars.

So I know every kind of wedding out there, all the touches, all the personal elements and you’d think this would put me in a strong position to be able to plan my own.

The truth though is this- I have no idea how I want my wedding. My repins seem to be pulling me towards rustic country, with jam jars of flowers and raffia and things made from wood. The problem is that a few months ago I HATED this kind of wedding. The shabby chic look that had leaked into all things wedding was something I was very much over.

However …the longer I make myself blind looking at pinterest, and the more of my precious wedding budget I spend on magazines, the more I’’m drawn towards that world. The question is, whether to embrace it or fight against it.

My name is Helen Bavister. I’’m twenty five and live in a small village called Barnack on the Cambridgeshire/ Lincolnshire border with my fiancé Pete and my small, special, miniature poodle Alfie.

My life is split reasonably equally between my job in London in the City and my home life which is spent making jams and wines and chutneys and watching my fiancé play rugby for the local team. Pete is in the RAF, has been for coming up on 14 years, and he loves it. We bought our first house together last year and have been together coming up to three years.

It’s taking a little time to make the shift from girlfriend and her secret dreams (and public nagging) about getting married- to the fiancé with a proper wedding to plan. But this blog is about my journey from engagement to the aisle and the experiences that carry me there. I’ll be looking for tips, advice and encouragement from all those who are on the same journey or those who have made it and can look back with experience.

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