premarriage courses freak me out and I shouldn't design wedding dresses

Happy Movember! Fiance is growing his moustache and this is in support of him. Whoohoo!

Despite my happy introductory pic, I must admit this week has been quite a rollercoaster ride of emotions. Fiance and I started a premarriage course last weekend, and it has awakened all kinds of fears in me that I am struggling to deal with. However, I have decided to reserve judgement about the course and how I feel about the whole thing until it is finished, which is this weekend, so for now I am just doing a progress report with some pictures of my week...

Making friends: We have a new housemate! I shall call her Housemate 2 for now, until I have a better description. She came at a very opportune time - I was in the process of an emotional cookie-baking week. 



Decorating batch 1



Batch 2 before it went to the oven



The (very rickety, but well-loved) oven



Our lovely kitchen

 Running a marathon: Marathon? What marathon? What with all the cookies and emotions flying around, I haven't been doing much in the line of running. But yesterday I ran 7km, so at least I can't say I've done nothing. I also entered for my next 21km - to be run on 20 November in Stellenbosch. Yay for running! 


Planning a wedding: I have found the dress!!! Friends, I realize you might be confused, because Fifi was supposed to make my dress, right? Well, she did. And she did everything I asked her to do - everything! But the problem is, I am not a designer. Nor am I a dressmaker or awesome wedding planner that have lots of knowledge about fabric and things. My idea of a wedding dress (which she was probably questioning all along) was actually a bit... impractical. Very. So I paid Fifi her fee, took the dress home and then swiftly packed it in my basket of clothes that I won't use soon. Then I walked into a wedding dress shop and bought the only dress of all the hundreds of dresses that I've tried on the past few months that actually made me look twice. It fits well, it doesn't look like a cake instead of a dress, and it made me feel like I could walk down the aisle on my Daddy's arm tomorrow.     



There it is! Safely packed away in its bag, just waiting to be worn.

Learning something: One shouldn't think things through too much. Sometimes going on a gut feeling is enough. Fiance - like this dress - is my gut feeling. And that's what I'm going to hold onto while we do the second installment of the premarriage course this weekend.