Bride To Be Diaries: Our Graceful Bride Talks Readings

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Wedding Readings


I had another post all ready and waiting to go but ended up changing my mind to write this in a fit of annoyance and procrastination. I’m currently sitting in a Gatwick hotel with a lovely view over a nondescript roundabout in Crawley and really should be re-reading the Air Asia accident report before finishing my biannual simulator check tomorrow but instead I’m doing the one thing that seems to take up most of my time at the moment, wedding readings! That and flicking through wedding magazines but that’s beside the point, I need the occasional break! File 29-06-2016, 12 15 16See we have a problem, in one weeks time we’re meeting up with the vicar to discuss the order of service for the wedding day and we have nothing! It’s not from lack of trying, I’ve had millions of tabs open for weeks on end full of ideas, my Pinterest really should warrant a new board for them (favourites currently being filed under table plans/signs which annoys the organisational side of me!) but I still don’t know. I think Rob half wants us to write our own for people to read out and whereas he is quite wordy and good at that, I’m not.File 29-06-2016, 12 14 10 Case points being cards for birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries etc, his full of lovely heartfelt passages, mine going along the lines of this: To Rob, happy birthday/Christmas/anniversary, lots of love, Vicky. On the other hand I read, a lot, so have so many favourite passages from books and poems that I’d love to have included. Whereas they all mean something to me and I have a connection with them, Rob finds he doesn’t and that he can’t find one that describes the feelings he wants to get across. So we’re struggling. Reading from Phillip Pullman’s Amber Spyglass (one of my all time favourite books), deemed too morbid by my mum. Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables, too wordy. Edward Monkton’s Lovely Love Story, done by our friends last year. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, Us Two (the Winnie the Pooh one), The Velveteen Rabbit, Shakespeare, Bronte etc etc seem to just be done time and time again so just don’t feel special to me personally.File 29-06-2016, 12 15 01
Photo Credit: Edward Monkton
Then you look at poetry, I love some of Pablo Neruda’s but they’re probably a bit risqué. Do you go down the funny route of Pam Ayres and others, do you look to the classics, the choice feels never ending! And don’t even get me started on the biblical side of it! We’re getting married in church so have to have at least one religious reading but so many of them I just don’t like! We’re off to snowdonia for a few days between me finishing down here and seeing the vicar so my current plan is to just drive ourselves nuts reading out as many as I can possibly find in the hope that something clicks, I’m thinking to start in the car on the long drive up as there’s no way to escape then!!File 29-06-2016, 12 14 51
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Some time later….
So after a week of discussions in various parts of Wales, (reading out bible passages sitting on Tan-y-Bwlch railway station getting some odd looks being a personal fave!) and we got there! I think we’ve got a good mix to cover all bases and our vicar seems happy which is good, trouble now though is we’ve ended up with 3 rather than our original plan of 2 so we need to find someone else willing to get up and talk!File 29-06-2016, 12 14 30
 I remember the problems that I had with deciding on which readings to have. Thanks you Graceful Bride for your insight. ~ Kate

Bride to be Diaries: Introducing The Boobless Bride.

Oh my, I cannot tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to introducing this special lady to you all. She had me in tears when I read her entry into our recent competition to find our new Bride-to-be writers. Not only did I want her to write for the blog but I needed to meet her… straight away! We did, hit it off and here we are…

Dawn is an extraordinary woman and she has one hell of a story to tell you. 

Enjoy!

Maria x

New Bride To Be Diary

Introducing The Boobless Bride


Last date before chemo

I’m delighted that you will be joining me on my journey from engagement ring to reception. Sharing my laughter, stress and tears – being an eccentric control freak with a creative flair, often with ideas too big for my bank balance – what could possibly go wrong? Eek.

I vowed to myself if I had such an amazing opportunity come my way I would write my blog honestly, from the heart and bare all. The past 5 years have been horrendous and I’m living proof that laughter, positivity and great friends and family can not only get you through – but enable you to have a fairy tale ending (well not ending really, it’s just the start of my new life). So, let’s hope you are not easily offended and enjoy this adventure with me.

It would make sense at this point to tell you a little about me I guess…I’m Dawn, 33, Design Technology teacher in a secondary school in South Wales and am planning my wedding to Stephen, 33 who does something in IT – he has tried to explain it several times but by the time he’s about ten words in I yawn and stop listening – thinking about what I could cook for tea or another idea for the wedding. We got engaged in August, and are planning a wedding in May. But before I tell you our love story I need to give you some background info that makes this, my second marriage equally as important as anyone getting married for the first time.

3 girls

I married my childhood sweetheart at 21 and thought we would be together forever.  Two beautiful girlies later and our family was complete – chaotic, but definitely complete.  Never a dull moment, a house full of laughter.  Then my bubble was well and truly popped!!! BANG!!! When I was 26 he got diagnosed with Huntington’s Disease and fell into a deep depression – after 2 years trying to save my marriage it broke down to a point where we were all suffering – particularly the girls – and reluctantly we decided it was best if he moved out.  The sense of guilt was truly incredible – I broke my vows (in sickness and in health), I’d abandoned him in his hour of need.  I knew I had no choice as his behaviour was affecting the children, but it was so hard.  Only someone who has been in this situation could understand the emotions racing through you at every point; guilt, anger, anxiety, disappointment, love, hate, frustration…the list goes on. I went through so many stages of grief – it was like being bereaved but being haunted by his presence.  NEVER, EVER, EVER will I marry again!

I became very lonely and eventually started the singles scene, partying when I didn’t have the girls and dating again.  I hate to be a stereotype but you know what is coming…. yep, I did the cliché rebound much to my own annoyance and had a truly destructive relationship and I sank into depression too.  After counselling and support from my incredible family I picked myself up and after a while decided I was strong enough to rebuild my life.

How I looked when we met

 How we met

Then came the next stage of my cliché…I became desperate, registered with online sites and set out on my mission to find a fella (cringe) – I was worse than good old Bridget Jones, I became the queen of first dates – must have had 20+.  I just genuinely believed that when I met the right guy.. I would just know!!!  My friends teased that I watched too many Disney films but I believed it so badly!!! Sooooo many dates later; I liked them, they didn’t like me or they liked me and I didn’t them – the whole dating thing just becoming so frustrating.  Then I took the decision to delete my online profile and leave it to fate.  As I was logging on to delete it, a guy I had spoken to a while back was online again – I remembered we had chatted but for some reason never met (probably around the time I did my epic rebound boyfriend – fail) so I thought I’d see how he was.  We hit it off straight away – we cross examined each other to see why we never did meet – put it down to wrong timing – just one of those things.  I decided to seize the moment – I’m deleting my profile, if you want to chat you’d best text and handed out my number.  I was introduced to the world of What’s App (life changing moment) and we messaged constantly for a few days.

So… 7th November 2014 there was a knock at the door – and in the doorway a tall, handsome guy with the most beautiful blue eyes.  In true bunny boiler style, I thought… I’ll take him please.  Yep, he’s gorgeous and has old school manners.  Yummy!!!  Our date was incredible; easy, fun, full of laughter and this spark thing people talked about… EXPLOSIVE!!!  This is what I was waiting for.  Date 3 came and went and I knew this was something special.

For our fourth date, he accompanied me to a routine hospital appointment as we’s arranged to go for food after.  Little did I know that the routine examination of a cyst would change our lives forever. I was being rushed for a mammogram, biopsy and I started to get an incredible sense of fear.  What a 4th date… me inconsolable, frightened to death and time just standing still.  A few days later my fears became reality – grade 3, stage 3 breast cancer with significant spreading to lymph nodes… Double mastectomy, chemo and radiotherapy to follow with a survival rate of under 10%.  Steve drove to see me, held me so tight and said he knew we were meant to be together and would be by my side through it all.  (I’m not sure if you are crying yet – but I am).

 The Big C

Bad days made great

Where did this angel come from, he came from nowhere and was by my side every single step.  He was there to shave my head before I lost my hair, he put cream on my bed sores during chemo, he led in bed with me the days I was too ill to move, he got me fruit pastilles (my favourite) when I had no taste buds left, he drove me to hospital for every appointment and made me laugh every day, looked after my kids when I was in hospital for 2 weeks, he bathed my wounds when I was weeping, he told me I was beautiful when I stood in front of my mirror with no hair, no eyelashes, no eyebrows and no boobs and 4 stone heavier from steroids.Kids adding my eyebrowsHe drove my children so see their dad every week as he knew how important that was to me and the girls.  Meaning I still have a great friendship with my girls daddy and can support him as he deteriorates.  This man is just so selfless – he would do anything for me.

My rock when I was bald

In my darkest days he picked me up by talking about the wonderful future we were yet to have together.  He came with me for my scans to see if it had spread during treatment – it all boiled down to this one day.  Against the odds – the big C had disappeared.  Still high risk – but I’ve won this battle with Steve by my side!!!

So…How did we meet?  He is an angel sent from above – he saved my life.

 The Proposal

Well, unknown to me, Steve has tried on 4 different occasions to propose, but because I had just had the all clear and the kids were off school – I kept bringing the girls along to our ‘date day’ – oops.  So eventually Stephen put his foot down – “I haven’t had a day on my own with you since your ‘all clear’ so we need some ‘us’ time.  I agreed, and we decided to celebrate by climbing pen-y-fan, it would be symbolic of the journey we have climbed.  True Welsh style, it hammered down with rain. Someone got struck by lightning up there during the last storm so we both agreed that I have danced with the devil lately as it is so this would be stupid.  So instead we would head to Neath Waterfalls.  8 Miles we walked – 4 waterfalls later and a beautiful day had by all.  The proposed proposal - oopsSoaked through we went back to the car, changed into dry clothes and went into a little hikers pub.  We had a beautiful meal and I said – as if setting the moment “this is a beautiful pub, warm, lovely and full of character – if I ever get married again I’m going to take up hiking to shift the weight” with that he said – best start walking then and put a little black box – not the type that find aeroplanes – this is the one that finds tears, immediately.  Tears rolling down my cheek he asked if I would marry him – of course I said yes.The ring

But this is not the real story of the proposal – the real story is how I ruined the intended proposal.  Picture this – beautiful waterfall, full as it was raining so heavily, no one around, beautiful sounds of wildlife active in the storm…I’m stood on a little bridge gazing into the waterfall.  Steve walks to me, puts his arm around me (in his head this is the moment) – “Dawn” Steve said… “Yes babes” I said…. then before he could say another word I interrupt him – I’m known for it, I’m an excitable person – to advise him that I would like to head back to the car soon as I’m that wet my pants are soaking and its chaffing my arse.  NOOOOOOO!!!!! Moment killed…so that was the end of the beautiful waterfall proposal.  Oops.  But to be honest, it makes the whole ordeal more ‘me-like’.

So, that’s the story to date – time to start planning. God help us!

 Huge thanks Dawn. I for one cannot wait to read your next post! This going to be an emotional one for me and i’m so pleased and proud of you for sharing this journey with us all. 

Competition: Become our Next Blogger!

Time is running out to enter our competition to find our next bride or groom to be contributor. All entries must be in by 31st August. Here are all the details…

Competition

Last year we ran a competition to find a new Bride or Groom to Be contributor, now that our winning two brides are tying the knot themselves we are on the hunt for a brand new blogger to follow in the footsteps of myself, Cath, Claire and Victoria.

Cwtch Girls

How to Enter

This is nice and simple, we want to know how you write and how gorgeous your photos are going to be. Write a post introducing yourself and your other half, describe the proposal and tell us a little bit about your theme, but save the details for if you win! We would also like details of your photographer if you have already chosen one.

Email your post to charlie@cwtchthebride.com with around 5-10 accompanying photographs.

The Rules

Don’t worry there aren’t many!

  • All entries must be received by 31st August
  • In order for our readers to have time to get to know you we are limiting entries to couples getting married between May and September 2016. Apologies to all you winter brides! (We always love a proposal story/engagement shoot though so if you would like to feature- get in touch!)
  • If you win you must be willing to write one post a month up to your wedding and allow us to have the exclusive feature of your wedding on Cwtch the Bride
  • There has to be a Welsh connection!

And that’s it! We don’t care if you are male or female, traditional or off-beat, we just want you to connect with and inspire our readers.

Get writing! If you need some inspiration here are the entries from our winning brides last year:

Claire’s Entry

Victoria’s Entry

Competition: Become Our Next Blogger!

Competition

Last year we ran a competition to find a new Bride or Groom to Be contributor, now that our winning two brides are tying the knot themselves we are on the hunt for a brand new blogger to follow in the footsteps of myself, Cath, Claire and Victoria.

How to Enter

This is nice and simple, we want to know how you write and how gorgeous your photos are going to be. Write a post introducing yourself and your other half, describe the proposal and tell us a little bit about your theme, but save the details for if you win! We would also like details of your photographer if you have already chosen one.

Email your post to charlie@cwtchthebride.com with around 5-10 accompanying photographs.

The Rules

Don’t worry there aren’t many!

  • All entries must be received by 31st August
  • In order for our readers to have time to get to know you we are limiting entries to couples getting married between May and September 2016. Apologies to all you winter brides! (We always love a proposal story/engagement shoot though so if you would like to feature- get in touch!)
  • If you win you must be willing to write one post a month up to your wedding and allow us to have the exclusive feature of your wedding on Cwtch the Bride
  • There has to be a Welsh connection!

And that’s it! We don’t care if you are male or female, traditional or off-beat, we just want you to connect with and inspire our readers.

Get writing! If you need some inspiration here are the entries from our winning brides last year:

Claire’s Entry

Victoria’s Entry

 

Bride to Be Diaries: Victoria has her Amazing Hen Do!

I’ve said it so many times- hen do’s really are the best! Our bride to be Victoria found that out for herself when she found herself on an epic, emotional weekend recently. Here she is to tell you all about it. New-Bride-To-Be-Diary

Google hen do and there’s about as many decisions to make/destinations to choose from as there is a wedding!  Oh how times have changed- quote my Dad….“Back in my day we had a stag NIGHT, where you went for a few pints with all your mates down the local pub, got tanked up and potentially got tied naked to a lamppost or lost an eyebrow.” Thankfully us girls are not all about the humiliation and more about the giggles, fun and love- so I was lucky enough to have THE MOST AMAZING weekend which consisted of just that (not a Borat mankini in sight- phew!)!

I haven’t ever organised a Hen do solo so really I guess I had no concept of the colossal task I had inflicted on my lovely little sis and Maid of Honour, Kady.

An unforgettable weekend all thanks to this little one! Love her!

An unforgettable weekend all thanks to this little one! Love her!

My list was over 20 girls long and I just specified no karaoke and no strippers…but apart from that it was down to her very capable self to organise. The planning of the event began well over a year ago- lots of secret group messages and chats that I wasn’t a part of- now obviously that was driving me crazy given how I like to be in control of EVERYTHING. I’m not going to deny that knowing NOTHING- not even the location didn’t get to me. It did. I think that everyone enjoyed the fact they had to keep everything from me but actually, I didn’t get my knickers in a twist about it too much because of the simple fact that I trust Kady wholeheartedly.  BUT…..as the months turned in to weeks and I was getting a bit antsy , there was a little slip on Facebook with a comment which in avertedly  revealed where we were all heading…..NEWCASTLE, pet! Woohoo I was so excited!!!!

A few days later came my ‘invitation, itinerary and kit list’ – all beautifully personalised. I now knew that we were heading to Newcastle, that there were two nights out planned, some games and also a rather mysterious activity that I would need ‘clothes that are old/don’t mind getting wrecked’ as well as trainers for-  OMG was I so excited!!  I definitely drove two of my friends mad the whole journey up to Newcastle as we were heading straight for the ‘activity’- I was nattering away and pondering about what it could possibly be. At one point I was freaking out, palms sweating and ended up googling gorge walking/coasteering/white water rafting in Newcastle, basically to prepare myself for the worst ahead of meeting everyone!

Having driven up with all the ‘Welshies’ (sorry Layla, I know you’re not actually Welsh!) and the rest of the girls coming up from Kent, with both contingents stopping in ‘half way hotels’ on the Friday night, I hadn’t seen Kady until I got out the car at the mysterious activity. We got there, pulled up and I was still none the wiser! I jumped out the car and felt a wave of such excitement and emotion! We ran towards each other and hugged and cried! This was the culmination of over a year’s worth of hard work for her and I know that she wanted it to be absolutely perfect in every way. Well….girl did good! Everyone then bundled in for a huge group hug and so it began!

The emotional moment when I met Kady and Amy at the activity

The emotional moment when I met Kady and Amy at the activity

The activity was ‘It’s A Knockout’- an outdoor course with inflatables, water, challenges and general craziness. I couldn’t wait to get going! Initially I was thinking some people will hate this and it will be like a hellish PE lesson……but as we were doing it, everyone was beaming – irrespective of age, shape, size, fitness levels- it was hilarious! Seeing my mum launch herself over giant inflatable rods, my friend Anna toddle around in a massive penguin suit and also my bridesmaid Gemma totally rugby tackle the hell out of our friend, Nicola on a giant inflatable with foam/bubbles (they were on the same team…..it was definitely long overdue payback for a prank!) are memories that I’ll treasure forever!

Antics at It's a Knockout. Soo much fun!

Antics at It’s a Knockout. Soo much fun!

Obviously the competitive side of me came out (it’s never far below the surface anyway!) and both myself and Kady got really in to it- so much so that there was a moment during a challenge when walking across the course as a team on giant skis resulted in absolute fury (sorry Mum!)- but we all went off and bought the light-hearted vibe back by making giant human pyramids in the fields!

Rocking the Human Pyramid....!

Rocking the Human Pyramid….!

Once we were all relatively dry and changed we all headed to the hotel. Kady called me into her room and nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. Growing up I was always the creative one. I loved painting, drawing, reading and writing.  Kady- well, valued art work and stuff like that as much as Simon Cowell would value a quid! She was more logical, practical and loved football. I was faced with two rows of cute little bags named ‘before’ and ‘after’ all adorned with individually stamped name labels on and photos! Everyone’s ‘before’ bag had a picture of me from my childhood- including the naked on a beach at 2 one, to the horrendous goofy ones, through to the “Mum, why did you make me wear a two piece checked lime green and purple Minnie mouse themed outfit with  a matching headband” one?! The ‘after’ bags featured a photograph of me and whoever’s bag it was, which they carefully selected and sent to my sister. I cried like a baby! I was astounded by the effort and the thought she had gone to. (Cassie and Samie I know you girls helped immensely with this too! xx) The bags contained standard kit for a hen do- sashes, shot glasses, shots, willy straws, chewing gum….and for the ‘after’- water, paracetamol, crisps etc. Amazing- and a real hit with the rest of the Hen party.

Entering Kady's room and seeing the bags she'd made!

Entering Kady’s room and seeing the bags she’d made!

The Amazing 'Before' and 'After' bags

The Amazing ‘Before’ and ‘After’ bags

The weekend continued to just be filled with laughter, embraces and countless photos! We all went out in force of Saturday night in our sashes (and me a tiara too- such a princess!) for a lovely meal. Kady had brought with her some (hard to explain) images that clipped on to your nose and hung over your mouth…..(see the pics for a visual representation!) and it was the funniest thing seeing everyone trying them on! Some people got rather attached (Layla and Amy) and decided to take them with us to the follow on bar, where they whacked them on on the dancefloor or when buying a drink. They caused quite a reaction!

Posing before going out for our meal on Saturday

Posing before going out for our meal on Saturday

Sunday was a lovely chilled start to the morning after a breakfast that was fit for a King. My mum did her standard 4 courses given that she was on holiday haha and really got her money’s worth! Obviously with there being so many of us, I found the dynamics a little overwhelming at times because I was conscious that I didn’t want to spend too much time with some people and not others etc.  I really wanted a balance as after all, everyone had come because of me hadn’t they? However, people were really understanding of this and despite actually having different pockets of friends/family who came, everyone really seemed to just bond and chat to one another. (I think that having been to ‘It’s A Knockout’ and screamed, shouted and cheered, it had a really positive impact on the group as a whole!) Sunday morning/lunch time was a time for people to take things at their leisure, meander around Newcastle and take in the tooooon! I flitted between groups of people as we walked next to the Quays and around a cool little market where all of us bought too  many candles and matching lunchbags?!

Exploring Newcastle- standing in front of the Millennium Bridge

Exploring Newcastle- standing in front of the Millennium Bridge

More tears were to come- tears of laughter first as we played a series of games on Sunday afternoon in an area of a big bar that had been cordoned off. Mr and Mrs…..well let’s just say my Fiance’s ever growing fanatic tendencies towards One Direction are significantly worse than I had thought! “If Dan could be anyone famous, who would it be?” …..I got the answer no sweat- “Anyone of the One Direction boys” (and yes, before you ask, he was absolutely devastated when Zayn left the band!) “Name Dan’s Celebrity Crush” said Kady.  “Alicia Keys” I shouted, confident as anything- because it literally has been for the last 6 years…….! Wrong. That boy band who were formally a 5 piece and are now a 4 piece are apparently his ‘Celebrity Crush’?! We were all in stitches!

The lovely afternoon in the bar was drawing to a close but talk about saving the best until last. I was presented with a box. (Beautifully wrapped of course because Kady is the ultimate wrapper!) Inside, a gorgeous Pandora charm which is in a ‘knot’ sort of design to symbolise the fact I’m ‘tying the knot’ – as Cassie proudly told me! Underneath this then, a large flat thing was wrapped up- like a book? I was puzzled. OH MY GOODNESS, the bags on the Saturday got me, but this?! Words cannot describe how I felt! It was a scrapbook! Kady had sent everyone a piece of card and instructions to decorate it with words/pictures/a message etc to me and had them send it back to her so she could bind them all together! I was completely overwhelmed at the sentiment. Page after page of kind words, old photos with dodgy haircuts (Nicola’s was a shocker when we were 17!), old drawings/amazing masterpieces my Mum had kept and presented! Haha! My good friend Janine even did one from her gorgeous Daughter, Holly, who I love to bits! And Amy- we were born 4 days apart and have grown up together- she had actually collaged a picture for every single year of our lives together! I was a dribbling wreck! It felt like I was on ‘This is Your Life’! There are too many things to mention about the scrapbook but I have read it over and over and cannot get enough of it! I am such a lucky girl to have so many good friends and amazing family! One of the questions during Mr and Mrs was “what object would Vic rush to save in a fire” – well now, the answer would be this!

Pure scrapbook emotion!

Pure scrapbook emotion!

Sunday night ensued and we went ‘out out’ in the words of Micky Flannigan. The bar crawl began and my feet had wanted to give up the ghost from the moment we arrived- god damn new shoes! Top tip- remember to invest in some good blister plasters like compeeds- I sat down, whacked those on where they were pinching and honestly it was sweet relief immediately! I did get a few funny looks from just sitting down on the floor but needs must and all that!! Well we went from bar to bar, all in our sashes and this time I was wearing a veil and the drinks were flowing as well as the complimentary jager bombs. “Mum have you had one of these yet?”- her reply?…”Yeah I’ve had about 4 or 5 because some people didn’t want theirs”!!!! But she’s a tough one- still to this day I have never seen her drunk in my whole life! Everyone was having a good boogie (no hen do would be complete without that, right?- Although Caren was insistent on pulling a few rather ‘interesting’ back bends?!) and those who wanted to headed back to the hotel as time passed.

My Amazing Mummy who got involved with everything!

My Amazing Mummy who got involved with everything!

The night drew to a close and there were about 9 of us left standing! We celebrated with a group picture (got to love a selfie stick!) and headed back to the hotel where we chatted to a group of lovely Irish people, wore the clip on mouths, ate random fried chicken and on my part once again (it had happened in a club the night before too!) felt it appropriate to take the Geordie statement of “tash on” literally and used the poor bloke’s long locks as a fake moustache. I awoke the next morning to pictures of my ‘Welshies’ doing roly polys down the corridor at 3am with Kady and Cassie! Needless to say everyone seemed to enjoy themselves!

Getting back home was a massive comedown after all that! Having all those girls who mean so much to me all in one place and giggling the hours away! Seeing how much attention to detail Kady had paid and the lengths that she had gone to to ensure that I really had the most insurmountably fantastic weekend to remember really moved me. I love her unconditionally but this, well, it surpassed any expectations I had and I can never thank her enough for her time, thought and effort. I sent her some flowers but that doesn’t even scratch the surface! Maybe one day I will get to repay her? Karaoke and a stripper it is! Haha!

5 of my lovely 6 bridesmaids! Can't wait to see them all together in their dresses..

5 of my lovely 6 bridesmaids! Can’t wait to see them all together in their dresses..

Being together with all of those girls who I love to the moon and back, knowing that they had all come wayyyyyy up North (and it genuinely felt like the never ending journey) to celebrate with/for me- it makes me smile like a Cheshire cat every time I think about it! I loved every second and I cannot wait until the wedding weekend in France! Bring your human pyramid A game girls- we’ll nail it this time! To those few who couldn’t make it unfortunately- have no fear, we can make up for it in August! Now the hen has been and gone (cue sad face, crying face, laughing face!) there’s just one thing for it…….now to get married! EEK!

Wow Victoria’s hen party definitely looked AMAZING! The scrapbook would have been the end of me I think! I would love to hear from our readers, what was the best part of your hen?