So, I’m sure you’ve heard the news … Mr W. and I are getting hitched!! Our whirlwind romance (and I use that term very loosely) continues … who would have thought that when I met Mr W. on 9th March 2010 that we would be engaged on 22nd October … wow!! Now when I look down at my scungy nails, minus the beautifully manicured acrylics that used to be there … I see a beautifully sparkly rock (well come on, I moved to Newman, I deserved more that the average engagement ring!!). So you ask, how did all of this come to be?
Well, I started dropping hints back in August that perhaps for my birthday Mr W. might like to buy me some jewellery … of the super sparkly variety. This was followed by a few discussions about how our wedding would be, how I would envisage my perfect proposal etc etc … But like most women, I had to take it just a little bit too far. By the time September came I was dropping hints left right and centre, leaving Mr W. wondering what the hell was happening. I made sure that he watched the final episdoe of Farmer Wants A Wife and ensured that he watched Farmer Nathan popose … I even got my finger sized when I flew down to Perth … and started educating Mr W. about carats (and how these were different from the bugs bunny variety) … and the fact that I was expecting more than 1.
But alas, my excitement was to be short lived! Upon arriving back in Newman after a short trip to Perth for said finger sizing, Mr W. sat me down and calmly explained that it was just too soon to be thinking about marriage, after all, we had only been together for 6 months. Devastated, I bawled my eyes out for 2 days (yes, in the interest of entertainment, I will admit this) … well that would serve me right for bragging to all and sundry while I was in Perth that there would be a proposal before Santa came down the chimney. You see, I thought that Mr W. would propose with my more than 1 carat ring when we flew to Perth together for my birthday …
And so, we flew down to Perth for my birthday … staying in 5 star luxury and loving every minute. And so sitting in the hotel room on the day of my birthday, Mr W. told me to close my eyes. He placed a little box in front of me … my heart started pounding … I ripped off the paper and discovered a Pandora Box … still very exciting … but not what I was hoping for!!! I was totally spoiled for my birthday … treated like an absolute Princess. And then Mr W. said to me … “wait, there’s one more … and I was going to wait until dinner, but I’m going to give it to you now so that you can brag about it to everyone”. Again, my little heart started beating … I closed my eyes and Mr W. placed yet another beautifully wrapped box in my hands. Ooooh this is it … I thought! But again, Mr W. had fooled me. However, what was inside was nothing to sneeze about … a pair of the most divine white gold earring you’ve ever seen … I decided to just forget becoming Mrs W. … well this year anyway …
Bring on the next day … Friday, 22nd October. Mr W. was being a grumpy so and so all day. To the point where I was ready to go and book myself into a separate hotel room and drown my sorrows in my own personal collection of Moet. Ho hum. Now, that night was the Metallica Concert (the real reason Mr W. had brought me to Perth … see what I mean about that romance thing!!). And so, later in the afternoon, I set about making myself look bogan enough to attend such an event. Dark denim, check. Black T shirt, check. Bridget Jones Underwear (can’t be a chunky bogan), check. While I was attempting to straighten my locks, my little ears pricked up. Was that the safe I had just heard? No it’s just your imagination playing tricks on you. “Kate”, Mr W. called me from the other side of our hotel room. “Babe, there’s a letter here for you, I wrote it the other day and forgot to give it to you”. Annoyed that I was interrupted while trying to put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup, I stormed out to the desk and picked up said letter. Hmmmm. Interesting. The letter was absolutely beautiful … a declaration of outback love at it’s finest. But by the time I got to the end I was confused …
“2 months ago I made a life changing decision, 6 weeks ago I made a very expensive purchase and a week ago I made a phone call to which the answer came back YES”.
Confused, I moved the letter to ask what in God’s name he was on about … and that’s when I saw Mr W. on one knee holding a perfect little box … with a more than 1 carat ring inside … OMG!!!! Did it just snow in Newman because Mr W. just proposed!!!!!! And it was way better than Farm Nathan’s proposal – he was actually down on one knee!! And that my darlings, is how Mr W. and the Pilbara Princess became engaged. This also meant that the ring had been in the house for like 6 weeks and I hadn’t sniffed it out!!! Hmmm my bling bling radar must need recalibrating!!!!
Stay tuned for the next instalment … our wedding plans are sure to be nothing short of hilarious.
Love you Mr W.
pp (aka, the future Mrs. W.) xx