Eight and 258

Eight years of togetherness. And it was only yesterday that seven seemed to be a long time for us.

No relationship is perfect and neither is ours. But it really depends on how you want to see it – you either focus on the differences or you think about what you have going for the two of you and work on those. I’d like to think that after all these years, we have managed to carve out a balance of compromises and that there would be a lifetime of compromises ahead of us.

I’ve never really been able to articulate why I love him. Sure, he makes me laugh, he has a knack of ignoring my antics, he says the silliest things.

After eight years, I just love him. No questions asked, no disclaimers, no conditions.

It’s not perfect but it’s enough for us.

Just 258 more days to the start of a new life.

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2008 should be an interesting year ahead. As Popartgirl says, new job, new husband, new house.

Happy new year, everyone.

The house is growing!

13 out of 17 storeys in one year is surely fast work. And then our little home will be ready. Coupled with the purchase of the dress, the new job and the finalised venue and date, everything seems to be falling nicely.

Can you blame me for being all mushy and soppy? Awwww.

In love with tulle

Wedding dress: checked.

I know, it’s another eight months before the wedding, there’s plenty of time. But this is just like when we bought the house – when you see the one, you know it’s the one.

It’s now hanging in my wardrobe and I’m really, really thrilled. But no, you won’t be seeing pictures of me in it anytime soon. The day anyone else sees it is either during the wedding or in the pictures after.

Did I mention how happy I am with the purchase?

Little Miss Ficklepants

Those who know me well must know what a fickle person I can be. Less than a month ago, I excitedly emailed and messaged my friends to say that I have found the bridal studio that will design and turn my wedding dress into a frothy reality. Soon after, my venue coordinator texted me the number of the tailor who had made her gown and I started swinging that way.

Last week, I popped into Allure Charix for a quick look and decided that I liked some of their gowns. I made an appointment to try on their dresses and two minutes after stepping out of the shop, I rang the boyf up and told him excitedly that I had found THE DRESS. The only problem was, we had to buy it now because it’s an off-the-rack dress and it was the last piece left. It was also one size too big for my frame.

“Sounds nice,” he said thoughtfully. “But I am just afraid that you will find something else that you like better after that.”

I rang Squirt up next and told her about it. After much squealing and ooh-ing and aah-ing, she advised me to buy the dress and stop my search.

“It’s like your husband. There will always be better looking men out there but you make the commitment to just one man,” she intoned sagely.

The pros of the dress: it’s the exact look that I want, I look gorgeous in it (haha!), it’s light and frothy enough for a beach wedding, the price is awesome and the alteration fees are really reasonable.

The cons of buying the dress now: I still have 10 months to go and I don’t know where to store the dress, I might end up liking other dresses, the material and workmanship is decent but not super fantastic.

But as Denise pointed out accurately, nobody is going to flip my dress over to look at the way the stitches are sewn while I am wearing it. And no one else but the wearer will know that the beads are of low quality, there is no boning to hold up the dress and that a 13-year-old girl guide could have sewn on the paddings more securely.

Decisions, decisions. How?!