And in the end, love is all that matters


WARNING: THIS IS A NEVER-ENDING POST. No, seriously. It's long!

They say it's meant to be unforgettable. That it's the biggest day of your life. That you'll cherish the memories forever. We've all heard these words, some of us with an impatient sense of anticipation, others with a cool, nonchalant indifference. Aside from the odd daydream of being led down the aisle towards a beaming David Beckham (I don't know where Victoria had gone off to in that particular fantasy of mine), I'd never really been the "ooh, I want to get married" kind of girl. I haven't "planned my wedding since I was 12" (at that age I was too busy planning the celebratory dinners for  my Oscar win and my Nobel prize in literature) or spent afternoons oohing and aahing over bridal magazines. I've always thought that the magic of a wedding was getting married to this person, not just "getting married" as an abstract, general concept. It was getting married TO HIM that was the whole point; without him, the random idea of being a bride held no appeal to me whatsoever.



It was a sunny day. A Friday, to be exact. One of those days that you wish you could spend in one of London's vast, green parks, just laying on your back and looking up at that endless blue sky. Instead, we were pulling through a particularly long day at work, clouded in the boozy remains of yesterday's office party, scoffing down peanut butter toast and willing the work week to end. But for me, this was a very special day.

I'd gotten the news the night before. My sister Sofie and her husband had been rushed off to the maternity ward at 3am and I was hoping it was anything but a false alarm. I was ready for this new chapter for all of us, even if I was in another country.


Taking Off...Towards Wedded Bliss!

...and here I am, waiting to leave for the airport and a week of crazy wedding planning in my hometown of Stockholm. The Big Day is a mere week and a day away. And after I'm officially a Mrs, it's finally time to jet off towards a very well-deserved, if I may say so myself, honeymoon.

As I prepare for what is likely to be one of the most important weeks of my life, a million thoughts rush through my head (especially at 3 am!). So many things could go wrong, so many things could take a rather crazy turn. But I'm ready to expect the unexpected. As ready as I'll ever be, I guess. Beyond the frantic worrying that's been eating me up inside for the last month (and that I hear is actually rather normal) lies the truth that things are actually starting to fall into place. The best sign? The weather prognosis for Stockholm on the 14th - 20 degrees and yes, actual sun. I couldn't have asked for more.

I'll keep you posted!

Oh and now to the important stuff: Orange Is the New Black is back on Netflix!! David and I are catching episode one on the plane!


Cakes and Treats...and It's All Vegan!

...and you thought I'd be talking about wedding jitters!

Since it's 10 days (as in TEN DAYS!!) left, I calmed my bride-to-be nerves with a visit to Cakes N' Treats in my favourite area of London - Camden. I found out about this cute little cafĂ© from the Emerald Street newsletter (such a valuable source of info for new Londoners!) and instantly knew I had to try it.


The Hen Party: A Survival Guide

Before last Friday, I'd only been to one hen party in my life (to my US readers: "hen party" is what a bachelorette party is called in the UK) and that was for a high school friend who got to wear butterfly wings and walk around town selling hand-baked cookies to strangers. So, needless to say, I was dreading the very secret event quite a bit (almost as much as I was looking forward to it!).

I was very touched when my office team decided to organise a hen night for me and the senior writer, who's getting married exactly a week before me. Having only worked here for five months, I was very moved that they'd done this for me. Still, I had no idea what to expect.

A word of advice if you're at risk of being a hen anytime soon: expect anything.