Memoirs of a Fat Girl

Life's got a funny way of being ironic, don't you think? My original tagline for this blog, "One Loft, Two Weddings, Sixty Odd Pounds, Love and a Cookbook at the bottom of the Corporate Barrel" morphed into one wedding and two home renovations, after my pretty princess Raj decided to buy and renovate his very own home. Apparently this is all going very well, I have yet to set foot on premises out of raw, blinding fear.

Second wedding is back in effect, as one of my cousins has popped the question to his longtime girlfriend, and they are also getting married. In September. Three weeks before Oli. Meaning I have three weeks less to fit into a bejewelled ecstasy that will make me, you got it, the goddess of the evening.

No sweat!