Reader, I married him.

I am TIRED. I don't think I've ever been this tired in my life. The stress of, oh, the last ten months, and particularly the past week, culminated in a day of more stress and anxiety and general rushing around like a mad thing than I have ever experienced in my life. It was, however, a day of more joy, excitement, tears of happiness and FUN than I have ever known. Never in my life have I had so many people tell me how beautiful I look, how touching the ceremony was, how fabulous the decor is, and how clever the details and DIY stuff. I was - and am - completely overwhelmed by it all. Somewhere around 12:30pm we started running a bit late, so things after that ended up feeling a bit rushed (I'm sorry we didn't get more time for the couples portraits, but the venue was getting antsy about serving the starters. Still, I think we got a good hour. I don't know how people do it in 20 minutes!)

I'm sorry I can't blog about it all now, but after getting to bed after 1am, and then barely sleeping at all, I am ready to fall over again - despite the yummy nap I took for three hours this afternoon. Mmmm. And tomorrow morning we leave for Thailand! For this hotel:


Now if only it didn't take 12 hours, a 7 hour stopover and a further three hours to GET there, I'd be in heaven right now. But I loathe travelling. Oh well, if you want to go somewhere exotic I guess you have to travel far away from boring old here.

My fellow blogger Guilty Secret asked about my stupid storms (or, rather, wished me well on them!). The day started out spectacularly: bright blue, stinking hot, not a cloud in the sky. I took these from my bedroom and Spare Oom windows:


This was what that same view looked like the other day when I blogged about the stupid storms:


The clouds are stunning, but not when they're throwing rain at me.

But on the morning of The Day, so far, so good. Around 1pm, clouds blew up out of absolutely nowhere, we heard thunder, and suddenly it was pelting down. I didn't even freak out; I just went, "Oh, crap" resignedly, and continued with what I was doing. Everyone assured me it would blow over, and by golly it did. By 2pm the sun was back out again, there were a few scattered clouds, and that was it. It didn't even attempt to rain again the whole evening. Tanja, my photographer, assures me that she is the "Good Luck" photographer when it comes to rain, and I now have irrefutable evidence. Thanks, Tanja!

I should probably go now...I don't want to blog about the rest of the day without photographic assistance (it's always so much better with pictures!), and all I have are a couple of shots that got emailed to me, but here's a shot of my table decor being set up (there was still a big vase to come that isn't set up yet). Look how pretty my damask runners look! And you can see the little Oscars in every place.

And here is Mr RS under my dress getting my garter off:

Trying to get more photos out of people is like pulling teeth, so I guess I'll have to wait till we're back from Phuket! I'll see you all when I get back. But before I go, I have to wish Guilty Secret all the joy and love in the world for her wedding next week - Guilty, your blogs are a pleasure to read, and you have such a great style that I'll read you writing about any subject! Have a wonderful day, and I can't wait to see all your blurred-out-face photos! :-)

Oh, one last thing - the entire reason for my blog's name - my RUBY SLIPPERS, on my wedding day! Everybody loved them!