We’ve all seen the episode of Sex and the City when Carrie registers for shoes at Blahnik and this year with four weddings and two baby showers in five weeks I think I would like to register myself at Christian Louboutin.
I appreciate being invited to old friend’s weddings and am always happy to purchase a new dress, throw on my dancing shoes and get down and shout now, but wedding showers and baby showers are only fun for the people having them. Aren’t they just a gift grab? That is why a few weeks ago, I chose Prideover powder blue napkins and fancy cupcakes. I marched in the parade with my friends to support Casey House and I am still feeling the aftermath.
Having couriered my gift with recipe for the kitchen in tow, I have received nothing but backended thanks. I am sick of bridezilla’s running my life, my weekends and long weekends and worst of all my single salary bank account.
I am choosing my life and interests over fondant, fake smiles and catch-up-conversations where people ask – you seeing anyone special? Am I am singleton who has become too cynical? I think I live in reality and shouldn’t have to spend my day ooing and awwing over a blender and bad mimosas, knowing full well that outside wedding preamble I haven’t gone out with the girl since the first Bridget Jones came out in theatres.
Just had to get that off my chest.