Finally

After what seems like forever (or a very long time, anyway) I've picked, been measured, and paid for a wedding dress.

Okay, my dad paid the deposit, but he wanted to.

I know that there were Saturdays when I didn't get up early, find decent underwear, blow-dry my hair and race to meet my mother, only to traipse around shops full of tulle and satin. I just don't remember them that well.

Now we can concentrate on other important stuff, like a celebrant, the rings, the cake flavour, the honeymoon...