Today I got THE call.

The call I’ve been waiting months for; the call to say my wedding dress has finally arrived.

I’m excited, nervous and I feel sick. What if I don’t like it? What if I chose it in a moment of madness? What if I look like mutton dressed as lamb (we’ve all see that bride and thought, why oh why), equally I don’t want to look like I’ve packed myself in to it either.

What will Wayne think? Will he like it? Will he cry? Again, we’ve all seen the upset bride when the groom doesn’t turn round or cry with pride.

All these worries are running around my head and I feel sick – I just want it be perfect!

Further update to come once I’ve headed back to the shop! xx