Bride to Be Diaries: The Crafty Bride is Having Nightmares!

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…..

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Hello everyone! Well, the last few weeks have been rather bitter sweet for me in terms of wedding planning truth be told.

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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!

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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.

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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!

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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!

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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

 

 

 

Competition: Last Chance to Enter! Become Our Next Blogger!

One thing I love about running Cwtch The Bride is giving awesome people a platform to share their thoughts and ideas on weddings. This isn’t restricted to just professionals. Oh no… This blog is for everyone. It’s become a place that many brides, grooms, family members & friends flock to for advice, inspiration and a bit of a nudge to get organising.

As Cwtch The Bride continues to grow, we’re now on the lookout for new writers. We want to hear YOUR STORY. This is a safe place to share your excitement, worries and thoughts surrounded by a team of people that ‘have all been there’. Well, maybe not all of us! This lady in particular has a very unique story that has recently gone viral in the international press and I’m so proud our ‘boobless bride’ is now a great friend of mine too.

If you’d like to become part of our wonderful team, then come on, have a go at filling out the form below. Its really easy and I’d love to hear from you~ Maria (creator of Cwtch The Bride). 

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Become Our Next Blogger

Are you about to embark on planning your wedding?
Are you making literally everything for the big day?
Are you trying to plan the ultimate hen or stag?
Are you trying to write your speech?
Do you want to just curl up in a ball and pretend it will all just sort itself out or are you loving the organising?

If you answered ‘yes’ to any of these questions then we want to hear from you!

If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them (just follow www.cwtchthebride.com, we’re not that mysterious)….maybe you can join The Cwtch Team

 

How To Enter

Name
Email Address
Date of your Wedding

The Rules

Don’t worry there aren’t many!

  • All entries must be received by 31st January 2017
  • In order for our readers to have time to get to know you we are limiting entries to weddings happening between May 2017 and April 2018.
  • If you win you must be willing to write one post a month up to the wedding and (if you’re a bride or groom) 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’s a taste what you’ll be talking about, from our winners 2015:

Dawn – Our Boobless Bride

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Ali – Our Spring Bride

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Katie – Our Crafty Bride

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Vicky – Our Graceful Bride

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Victoria – Our Valleys Bride

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Kathryn – Our Traditional Bride

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Kirsty – Our Rustic Bride

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Jess – Our DIY Bride

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Competition – Become Our Next Blogger

One thing I love about running Cwtch The Bride is giving awesome people a platform to share their thoughts and ideas on weddings. This isn’t restricted to just professionals. Oh no… This blog is for everyone. It’s become a place that many brides, grooms, family members & friends flock to for advice, inspiration and a bit of a nudge to get organising.

As Cwtch The Bride continues to grow, we’re now on the lookout for new writers. We want to hear YOUR STORY. This is a safe place to share your excitement, worries and thoughts surrounded by a team of people that ‘have all been there’. Well, maybe not all of us! This lady in particular has a very unique story that has recently gone viral in the international press and I’m so proud our ‘boobless bride’ is now a great friend of mine too.

If you’d like to become part of our wonderful team, then come on, have a go at filling out the form below. Its really easy and I’d love to hear from you~ Maria (creator of Cwtch The Bride). 

Print

Become Our Next Blogger

Are you about to embark on planning your wedding?
Are you making literally everything for the big day?
Are you trying to plan the ultimate hen or stag?
Are you trying to write your speech?
Do you want to just curl up in a ball and pretend it will all just sort itself out or are you loving the organising?

If you answered ‘yes’ to any of these questions then we want to hear from you!

If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them (just follow www.cwtchthebride.com, we’re not that mysterious)….maybe you can join The Cwtch Team

How To Enter

Name
Email Address
Date of your Wedding

The Rules

Don’t worry there aren’t many!

  • All entries must be received by 31st January 2017
  • In order for our readers to have time to get to know you we are limiting entries to weddings happening between May 2017 and April 2018.
  • If you win you must be willing to write one post a month up to the wedding and (if you’re a bride or groom) 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’s a taste what you’ll be talking about, from our winners 2015:

Dawn – Our Boobless Bride

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Ali – Our Spring Bride

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Katie – Our Crafty Bride

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Vicky – Our Graceful Bride

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Victoria – Our Valleys Bride

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Kathryn – Our Traditional Bride

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Kirsty – Our Rustic Bride

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Jess – Our DIY Bride

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Bride To Be Diaries: Our Graceful Bride Might Have Taken On Too Much

When I got married I had these massive plans for a big family meal the day be for and this lovely breakfast with the people from both our sides enjoying every minute together and continuing the celebration.

I got to a point where a friend sat me down and told me that I should only put my energy into the wedding day since she had gotten overwhelmed. I actually, for once, listened to her and left it.

Today our Graceful Bride tells us all how she might have taken on too much with her “wedding weekend.” Take it away Vicky.  b2b-graceful-banner

Our Graceful Bride

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Maybe we took on a bit too much….

So the wedding has been and gone and all I’m left with now are hundreds of photos and a list a mile long on who needs to know that I’m changing my name!

As fabulous as it was, a few days beforehand I was beginning to wonder if we’d taken on a bit too much. I mean who plans a wedding 225 miles away from where they live with 2 days of activities beforehand and a honeymoon straight afterwards!

Couple that with the fact Rob also had tonsillitis in the days leading up to the wedding and I’m quite surprised I didn’t just keel over somewhere!

Packing turned into a military operation and on the Tuesday before. I think I only sat down when I was in the car driving what felt like the length and breadth of Essex, all whilst trying to remind Rob when he needed to take his antibiotics!

With the dog off on his holiday, a car packed to the roof and a tired, disgruntled fiancé, we took on the M4 on a Wednesday evening, my many paged itinerary in hand and trying and get to my parents house with enough time to have a half decent nights sleep!file-23-11-2016-14-05-59file-23-11-2016-14-06-12

Thursday was family day, golf and afternoon tea at the Celtic Manor, Rob wrapped up in a good 4 layers with instructions not to overdo it, advice we should have taken in regards to eating as well I think!

As if we’d not had enough to eat and drink then we had a large family meal at our favourite restaurant in Newport, complete with gifts from the staff as we’ve been going there for over 20 years.

It was lovely to share our place with family that haven’t been in a long time and for Robs side of the family to experience it.

After a rather giggly church rehearsal on Friday morning (slightly concerned the photographers wouldn’t come back at one point) we said goodbye to each other and went our separate ways for the day.

Rob headed back to Celtic Manor for more golf and a meal with his friends, I put my parents, cousins and aunt and uncle to work at Peterstone Court.file-23-11-2016-14-06-23file-23-11-2016-14-06-36

With the most glorious weather we spent most of the time sat outside, looking at the view whilst putting together confetti cones and favour bags, it really was one of the best afternoons!

My friends timed their arrival amazingly well, just after everything had been finished setting up, so we took over the local pub for the evening, adults in one room, kids in the other (I say kids, apart from Charlie who’s an actual child the rest of us were aged between 20 and 35!!)

Needless to say by that point I was pretty exhausted and didn’t get much past 10.30pm!

We did something on the Saturday but I’ll leave that for another post….

By the Sunday I’d also come down with a cold so had the fun task of trying to tidy up, check out and get into a highly decorated car to move everything back to Essex, as well and trying to squeeze my mum in the back somewhere as she was coming to dog sit.

By the time we picked up Bailey he had to sit on my lap as there was no ounce of space available, (highly uncomfortable given he’s a rather large labradoodle!)

We arrived back to a welcome from the neighbours and a house decorated with balloons and banners before having a grand total of about 12 hours there before we headed off to Gatwick for the honeymoon.file-23-11-2016-14-06-50file-23-11-2016-14-07-01

A week in the sun (and a few cheeky champagnes and whiskeys on the flight) were just what we needed though and both of us were soon feeling better!

Just about got us refreshed enough to come back home and head off to Wales again a few days later for another wedding, different outfits though this time!!file-23-11-2016-14-07-11file-23-11-2016-14-07-20

Hands up who is ever so slightly jealous of that honeymoon. I can’t wait to share with you Vicky’s wedding. make sure you keep your eyes peeled for it.

Bride To Be Diaries: Our Graceful Bride’s Hen Don’t

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. 

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Our Graceful Bride

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Hen Don’t

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! file-07-11-2016-10-39-36Given 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’! file-07-11-2016-10-38-50file-07-11-2016-10-39-17They’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!file-07-11-2016-10-39-02 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.file-07-11-2016-10-39-26 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!file-07-11-2016-10-39-46file-07-11-2016-10-40-00 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!!file-07-11-2016-10-40-11
Awww I love that they made such an effort. Who says that your hen do can’t be a hen don’t!