I hope you’re all recovered from the weekend, especially all of you Cwtchfest2017 attendees! We are not recovered Everything aches and I want to fall asleep everywhere, but we are still so over the moon about how fantastic it was, it spurs us on!
So we are back to introduce you to another of our gorgeous new Bride and Grooms to be! Today we have the beautiful Sophie, aka, The Glitzy Bride. No point in me rambling on, I will hand over to Sophie herself to tell you all about herself and her husband to be. Over you to Glitzy…..
Hello you lovely lot of Cwtch readers!!
I’m over the moon to have won the competition to blog all things wedding, from menu tastings to finding THE dress, anyway before I get in to all that let me introduce myself and give you a little background on HTB (hubs to be) & I…
Lets start with the basics, I’m Sophie & I’m a 24 year old admin worker from Swansea (does this make me sound like I’m on a game show?!), I live in a small town just outside the city centre and work as a Receptionist for the same company as HTB!
Sean (a fitness instructor) & I met a little over 4 years ago and like every great love story it started at 3am in a less than classy night club when he ‘accidentally’ knocked my drink over (subtle!)
Two years later we took our first proper couples holiday to New York. On the final night of our trip we attended a Knicks Game at Madison Square Gardens, and just as the world famous ‘kiss cam’ appeared above us I turned to find Hubs to Be down on one knee with a small opened box in his hand revealing the most beautiful ‘Art Deco’ inspired ring, after a squeaked ‘yes’ from myself & some excited phone calls to family back home…the rest is history!
We’re now T- 6 months until ‘I do’!!
Growing up I never really envisioned what my big day would look like, however with a little help from good old Pinterest & some inspo from the one & only Kimmie K we had our theme: Full Blown GLAM. We decided on White, Silver & Tiffany Blue with LOTS of flowers (I mean Kim and Kanye’s 6 ft flower walls didn’t cost that much right?).
I like to imagine it as a Champagne Wedding on a Lemonade Budget, we’re doing pretty much everything ourselves, right down to the last diamante. So expect a few stressed out posts, some honesty and hopefully a few laughs along our wedding journey, with a hint of sparkle for good measure!
From here on out I’ll be known (quite accurately) as The “Glitzy’ Bride…
I’m so excited to share our Wedding Planning Adventures with all the Cwtch Bride to Be’s and can’t wait to walk down the aisle in August!
Yippeeeeee! Isn’t she lovely! We cannot wait to find out more about the engagement and shopping and planning! Said tuned for her next instalment! x
Our Spring Bride, Ali, is having hair issues! But the plus side, there is not long to go to the big day, and we are getting excited!!!
Our Spring Bride is Having Hair Issues
Hello beautiful ladies and gents …
I cannot believe, reading back over my old posts, how quickly time has gone! And I know, I know you all told me so, but jeeeeez louise?
When we got engaged we had 20 months until the big day… 20… we now have 4. 117 days!
With a house move, Christmas and New Year in the middle of it too! Madness.
We’re pretty much all on track. As you’ll know if you read some of my previous posts, I have lots all ready sorted. I have though, bought another new pair of shoes… they are my final official pair though. And they do say 3rd time lucky? Haha I’ve just got to work out what my girls wear now, as I have one 5ft 11, one 5ft 2 and one 5ft nothing haha! Nightmare.
I had all my gorgeous girls down this weekend for our hair trials. Getting them all in one place at one time is a bit of a mare. Ones living in London, the other in Worcester, the other 20 minutes away but with my favourite tiny diva (2 year old Layla) … so yeah, not straight forward ha! Also, my amazing friend Charlotte is doing our hair (she’s incredible and self taught through YouTube tutorials!) and she lives in Cheltenham. I love a challange!
Anyway, difficulties aside, I did manage to get them all here Saturday and we had the BEST day. Charlotte tried a different up do on each bridesmaid and a few loose curled styles on me and we just laughed and gossiped and ate snacks all day! We had such a good time I totally forgot to take any pictures! But I have some that I pinned as ideas, and they were very similar, and my friend Michaela took a few.
My hair, is my ultimate pride and joy! Like, if my hair isn’t ok, I’m not ok. You know? So how I wore my hair on the big day was actually a bigger deal to me than my make up, or ever dare I say it… my dress. (I hear echoing gasps all across Wales haha)
The biggest issue I have (which is entirely my own fault) is that I’d set my heart on a long flowing curls down style, with braids and flowers and sparkles… then I cut all my hair off. Like an idiot.
Themost annoying thing being, I cut it back in March to give it a year to grow through healthier for the Wedding… its now November (as I’m writting, sure it’ll be December while you read… and that makes me feel a bit ill) and has it grown? Has it heck. Not a stitch. If anything, I think it was in better condition before I cut it. I feel like it’s mocking me… paying me back for the years of peroxide damage!
So a lot of the styles I’d set my hopes on had to be shelved… I did buy some extensions so we can do a loose, fally down style… and I love what I’ve found, so I guess it isn’t all that bad.
The next big thing is for Mr to get his butt in gear and sort their suits! He’s adamant that he’s getting them in the January sales (he love a bargain) and I just really hopes he finds what he’s looking for. Because lord knows I’ll never hear the end of it if he doesn’t haha!
It’s all very exciting this wedding business, isn’t it?
Morning! If you’re anything like me, I bet you have have been itching to meet the new new Bride and Groom to Be blogger after meeting the gorgeous Jenine, our Tinder Bride!
Well, the wait is over! We are very excited to introduce our first little bride and groom to be team; The Carnival Couple, Lowri and Simon!
Wonder why they’re called this? Want to know more about them? Want to know all about the engagement? Well read on Cwtchers, read on…..
The Carnival Couple
Hello fellow Cwtch-ers!
We are Lowri and Simon, aka (from here-on-in) the Carnival Couple!
Lowri: We are both teachers, in the same school; Simon is head of ICT, Computer science and media, and I teach Law and Sociology. Both of us are pretty active and love spending time together, no matter what we are doing, as such, we will be writing our blogs together so that you get an all-round view of our wedding planning from a his-and-hers perspective, and we can’t wait to share it all with you!
The pair of us are in our 30s and have done all manner of things before we returned to teaching, so our interests are pretty varied. We are hoping that our true personalities will shine through on our big day this August. Our aim is to make our day as fun and memorable as possible, with a carnival theme running throughout, hence our Cwtch name!
When people say it was ‘love at first sight’, or ‘I knew they were the one’, I used to roll my eyes at the clichéd nonsense of it all. However, turning up, as a supply teacher, the last thing I expected to find in a school was my ‘dream man’. Amazingly, my ‘dream man’ had the same idea when he saw me, but that doesn’t mean things were easy, and it took us a full five months of teenaged-style butterflies and friends playing cupid before we were finally together.
Fast forward to August 31st 2016 and a very oddly behaved dream man had enticed me down to the beach in Southerndown for a walk, with the promise that I could wear my new wellies and that he would treat me to faggots and peas in our favourite pub after. What girl could refuse?! It is here I pass you to Simon, as he had much more of an idea as to what was happening than me!
Simon: Ok, I’ll set the scene, I knew I wanted to marry Lowri after she made me laugh so hard that I had to stop and kneel down for a minute, the fact that she managed to do this half the way up Pen-Y Fan in a torrential rain storm just sealed the deal.
I decided to pop the question at the Walled Garden in Southerndown, one of our favourite places (If you’ve never been, go there on a sunny afternoon and you won’t regret it). It took three months of planning, 7 meters of bunting, 15 cheesy photos, 236 tea lights, a classy picnic of olives, cured meats, scotch eggs and pork scratchings, three bottles of champagne and four of our closest friends in hi-vis jackets blocking entrances and hiding in bushes, all to help a very disorganised man propose in a pretty romantic way.
I’m not going to lie, it was the most nerve wracking thing I have ever done but I loved every second of it, apart from the bit where Lowri, upon seeing the massive pathway of candles, whispered to me that we should leave as we were gate crashing someone’s party! It was only when she saw the pictures of some of our best moments hanging amongst the bunting on the wall did it finally click that this may just be a party for us. Well I’m pleased to report she didn’t hesitate in saying yes and this new adventure started… planning a wedding!
With just six months to go until our big day, plans are well underway, we have lots to do and think about. We truly want a wedding that reflects our personalities, passions and love for each other, even if it means having to make a lot of the things we need ourselves, although come to think about it, isn’t that half the fun?
However, before we start all that crafting, I’m pretty sure I’m still waiting for those faggots and peas!
Yeeeeeaaaay! Aren’t they wonderful! And a carnival theme!?! We are bursting to find out more! Stay tuned for the next instalment in a few weeks x
Oh our poor lovely Crafty Bride, Katie, is having trouble!
Those mental, crazy dreams have arrived, and they’re anything but fun (although, I admit, I found them funny. Sorry Katie!) Ive been there, in fact, many have! My worst one was I kept showing up tot the wrong place, getting back in the car and going from venue to venue trying to find everyone!
Lets hope they subside so Katie can crack on with her awesome crafting and planning. Over to you lovely…..
Hello everyone! Well, the last few weeks have been rather bitter sweet for me in terms of wedding planning truth be told.
Good news is my gorgeous veil finally arrived in the post last week, (to which I’m currently resisting the urge to wearing round the house it whilst doing my hoovering!)
Bad news is, in the last month alone I have had a total of 3 wedding nightmares, all ranging from one catastrophe to another, all occurring on our wedding day.
My first dream a few weeks ago consisted on me walking down the aisle on the big day, all dolled up and looking lovely, only to arrive at the end of the altar to my mother in place of my Registrar! I looked at my mother in awe and said “Mam where’s the registrar” to which she replied calmly “I don’t know love, she didn’t turn up” By the way she was acting you’d swear we were waiting at a bus stop, and the next one will be along shortly!
I naturally panicked and started to wig out over the fact that my husband to be had already seen me in my dress and I was at the point of no return as far as superstitions go! I them storm off and grab my friend David from his seat and put him in front of us demanding that because he has an A-Level in R.E he must perform the ceremony! At that point even my brain had enough of my rant and I finally woke up.
Panic stricken I frantically searched though my emails looking for our registrar receipt checking what time and date I had booked her for the day! … 1 hour later (I really need to sort out my inbox!) I finally find it only to notice … I can’t see a wedding time agreed on my receipt.
I’m having full palpitations at this point! Stressing that my registrar won’t turn up at the right time! Of course this would happen to me on a Sunday when the local council is closed, unable for me to call them! Those 24 hours were very long to say the least … I honestly had visions of them not being free until 6pm on the day and we’d have to have our reception with no wedding and get married at county hall the next day in my PJ’s!
However the Crisis was averted the next day, I spoke to the lovely lady in the council and she reassured me that I booked her for 12pm (as I had thought) She sounded like she had encountered many mad brides like me before … Lucky for her! … That was just my first dream!
The Second dream I had; I was getting ready with my mum on the morning of our big day, and I’m frantically searching for my undergarments, bra, and knickers etc, to my amazement, I didn’t pack them!
Another freak out ensues; I’m frantically searching and shouting at my mum “I can’t go down the aisle commando!” After trying on all the bras I could find from my guests, this dream finished with my bridesmaid Rebecca coming to my rescue, driving me home in my rollers and PJ’s just to get my underwear; of course we stopped for a well deserved McDonalds on the way back!
This dream was the funniest of the three, this scenario was very familiar. A few years ago during my bridesmaid Carrie-Anne’s big day, one of her bridesmaids on the eve of the wedding, realised whilst having a drink in the pub with the rest of the bridal party that she didn’t pack her underwear for the wedding in her overnight bag. So off we went; gone midnight, me, her, and the bride to be, squeezed on my little car with bag of greasy chips in hand, back to her house on the other side of Swansea to fetch her knickers!
We did laugh about it at the time and said this could be a new wedding tradition for us, I think my mind was trying to remind me of our pact.
My third dream was just as wacky; I dreamt that Aled and I were reading our vows, when a random bloke gate crashed my wedding, proper wedding movie cliché style! During the vows where the registrar says “Does anyone know of any reasons why these two persons cannot be wed?” he storms in saying that he objects, and that the wedding can’t go on because Aled got one question wrong in our wedding interview a few months prior. This revelation effectively stops the wedding dead in its tracks, the registrar says that she cannot continue until this reason is investigated!
Well needless to say I end up rugby tackling the bloke to the ground bludgeoning him to death with my wedding bouquet, following that my wedding party and I were all sitting at the wedding breakfast all cool as cucumbers, as if nothing had happened, continuing to eat and perform the speeches, whilst the corpse of the rude man lay lifeless on the floor in front of the top table being stepped over by the waiters serving food to our guests! Needless to say after that dream I’ve put my ushers on high alert asking them to check people when they turn up!
There’s still Seven months left, I dread to think what other weird and wonderful dreams my mind will construct, hopefully Father Christmas will get me a Dream Analysis & meanings book so I can work them out as i go along. I hope I’m not the only bride that has come across this, and that this isn’t a sign that I’m slowly losing my mind, and I’ll have to re-arrange my wedding ceremony to take place in Cefn Coed psychiatric hospital!
Oh poor Katie! I think maybe you need a little time out, a couple of non wedding days perhaps! Get some rest and then crack on again!
Hope you get some sweet dreams soon!! x
My hen do was one of the best weekends of my life. My sister did an amazing job and when it came time for me to return the favour I found it so much pressure make it as special as my one was. Today Our Graceful Bride tells us all about her hen do. Take it away Vicky.
Our Graceful Bride
Before anyone gets too concerned, this isn’t a post on what not to do at a hen party! I didn’t want a hen do, a lot of my friends are male.
I have friends spread all over Europe so organising something seemed impossible, the thought of dressing up in tacky outfits and going to get drunk at numerous clubs fills me with dread and don’t get me started on my feelings on male strippers!
I really wasn’t fussed on the whole thing. This all changed after a rather boozy meal in East London one night (burgers in donuts is a thing, who knew!) when my friends from uni decided, in their cocktail infused state, that we should do something.
Seen as most of them are guys we felt it couldn’t be named a hen do, hence the birth of the hen don’t! Given that I’d also participated in a cocktail or 2 I then did the unthinkable, I gave them full control to organise the whole thing, I’d have no involvement!
I assumed it would either be forgotten about when everyone sobered up or we’d just do a variation on our usual meal out in London. I was wrong, very very wrong!
Months of Facebook groups and WhatsApp conversations I wasn’t allowed to be part of ensued whilst they enjoyed my panic! I was allowed my cousins and friend Nikki to join me the night before to help me pack (needless to say the giant clock and snorkelling gear didn’t go in, I did have bug spray though!) but I was still completely in the dark.
So Saturday morning, I’m banished and locked in the kitchen having to listen to everyone giggling away and Rob just saying “I don’t get it” numerous times before the giggling turned to fits of laughter as the boys arrive, an arrival that brought out half our neighbours! Jones Jet had landed (otherwise known as a mini van hired from the airport) and with it a fully fancy dressed ‘crew’! They’d really gone for it, I was presented with a boarding card before being ushered into the van and away, marshalled out of the drive with some glow sticks whilst listening to fake safety announcements they’d created.We had a variety of comedy in flight magazines, airline blankets, pillows and vanity sets and a full tray of breakfast! An ’emergency landing’ into Reading service station finally revealed that we were going to Bristol, where I was also presented with a t shirt and relatively tasteful bride to be banner I was forced to wear. Many hours later we pulled up outside an actual hotel complete with swimming pool and spa (they’d had me convinced for a while that we were going camping) and promptly decided to make use of them! With a night that then continued on with a meal in a steak restaurant, an exclusive cocktail bar where we were joined by some of my other friends who live in Bristol, a bar and finally a crappy club they really did outdo themselves! I spent most of the weekend in absolute amazement that a) they loved me enough to plan the weekend and b) that they actually had really good organisational skills when left to their own devices! Trouble is though I’m never going to plan anything ever again now I know they can do it! So I’m now a full advocate for the hen don’t (should probably copyright that!) everyone should have one and I have the numbers of a couple of good planners!!
Awww I love that they made such an effort. Who says that your hen do can’t be a hen don’t!