Everyone has at least one. That year when so many of their friends are getting married that it's a serious juggling (and accounting) trick to try and attend them all. When you spend every free moment organising travel and hotels, buying dresses and hats, combing through wedding websites trying to find gift lists. The hen parties do help make it worth it though 😄
Incidentally, for my Maltese readers, this is only true overseas. Every year is the year of the wedding in Malta...
2019 is that year for me. It started in November 2018, kicking off with a work friend's wedding on my birthday. That was followed by a wedding in Colombia (I didn't make that one), then one in Mexico (that one I did), followed by an Indian ceilidh wedding in April and, most recently, a Scottish wedding on the border of Edinburgh. All excellent affairs in their own rights, although incidentally this particular blog post won't delve into the details of any of those events. Instead I'd like to focus on one thing that struck me whilst attending this last wedding last weekend.
This wedding had some extremely thoughtful touches included within the planning, one of which was the brilliant table plan. Husband (the not so recently promoted boyfriend you were all so familiar with) and I were seated amongst some university friends, and had some great banter that was facilitated by little placards placed at each table setting, giving a short blurb describing some key attributes of the person to either side of you.
Naturally, being the self-indulgent narcissist that I am, I was more interested in reading the description of me provided to my neighbour, rather than the description of my neighbour provided to me. And this brings me to my point: besides pointing our my affinity for good food and drink (natch), it was suggested that my neighbour ask me about my (lapsed) blog.
Hilariously, that did not make me feel much guilt about letting this blog lapse - after all it was something I created to evade the boredom of doing a PhD and now that I'm allegedly an adult, I don't really have the time for these frivolities. But it did make me realise that I am perhaps not the most communicative or social-media savvy of people: if the bridesmaid in charge of writing my description couldn't think of anything to better describe me than a blog that lapsed five years ago, then I'm clearly not keeping my friends in the loop on all the wild shenanigans I get up to. And it did make me a bit #emosh, remembering the fun and creativity of getting my random blog posts written and onto the interweb.
So with a sigh (and a gleam of excitement...who doesn't love a new project to escape the tedium of commuting?), here we go again...Je t'aime le chicken relaunched! Prepare yourself for more random musings on human nature, recipes by a much more health-conscious home cook, and highlights of all my many travels (and weddings). And I seem to recall an update on my own wedding is due too!
Kisses,
Princess Malta
Incidentally, for my Maltese readers, this is only true overseas. Every year is the year of the wedding in Malta...
2019 is that year for me. It started in November 2018, kicking off with a work friend's wedding on my birthday. That was followed by a wedding in Colombia (I didn't make that one), then one in Mexico (that one I did), followed by an Indian ceilidh wedding in April and, most recently, a Scottish wedding on the border of Edinburgh. All excellent affairs in their own rights, although incidentally this particular blog post won't delve into the details of any of those events. Instead I'd like to focus on one thing that struck me whilst attending this last wedding last weekend.
This wedding had some extremely thoughtful touches included within the planning, one of which was the brilliant table plan. Husband (the not so recently promoted boyfriend you were all so familiar with) and I were seated amongst some university friends, and had some great banter that was facilitated by little placards placed at each table setting, giving a short blurb describing some key attributes of the person to either side of you.
Naturally, being the self-indulgent narcissist that I am, I was more interested in reading the description of me provided to my neighbour, rather than the description of my neighbour provided to me. And this brings me to my point: besides pointing our my affinity for good food and drink (natch), it was suggested that my neighbour ask me about my (lapsed) blog.
Hilariously, that did not make me feel much guilt about letting this blog lapse - after all it was something I created to evade the boredom of doing a PhD and now that I'm allegedly an adult, I don't really have the time for these frivolities. But it did make me realise that I am perhaps not the most communicative or social-media savvy of people: if the bridesmaid in charge of writing my description couldn't think of anything to better describe me than a blog that lapsed five years ago, then I'm clearly not keeping my friends in the loop on all the wild shenanigans I get up to. And it did make me a bit #emosh, remembering the fun and creativity of getting my random blog posts written and onto the interweb.
So with a sigh (and a gleam of excitement...who doesn't love a new project to escape the tedium of commuting?), here we go again...Je t'aime le chicken relaunched! Prepare yourself for more random musings on human nature, recipes by a much more health-conscious home cook, and highlights of all my many travels (and weddings). And I seem to recall an update on my own wedding is due too!
Kisses,
Princess Malta
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