We are very excited to introduce another of our wonderful Bride to Be Bloggers, The Unexpected Bride, Rachel!
Over to this little beauty to tell you all about her and her new fiancé!
My name is Rachel, newly engaged, aged 32.
I grew up in Cardiff and studied at Cardiff University. Following Graduation I still didn’t move away from Wales and started my first job also in Cardiff at an engineering consultancy which is where I first met my fiancé.
I decided I needed to experience working outside of Wales so I ventured to Dubai for a few months and now I am working away during the week in Somerset so I think wedding planning may be limited to weekends which may prove challenging!
After quite some time of secretly following wedding blogs such as Cwtch the Bride and loving all the stories, photos and building up my version of a wedding from the fabulous ideas I saw, I honestly never thought it would be my turn to be “The Bride”!
Instead, I passed on my thoughts, ideas I had spotted and advice to my many lovely friends who were becoming princesses for their big day. I took on duties of Bridesmaid (twice!) and enjoyed getting to put some of the hen party inspiration I picked up from Cwtch the Bride to use.
Despite all the wedding excitement over the years it was never my own and my boyfriend just didn’t seem keen on the idea of even talking about marriage.
Rewind to when we first met all those years ago at work, we become friends and I never imagined one day we would become a couple. One of my colleague’s joked to me afterwards that he knew we would be together before even I did! I was the young and naive twenty something year old with no idea.
He was quite open about not wanting to get married, while I was young and care free so that didn’t seem to concern me back then!
Then came the years of actually waiting. Waiting and waiting! When I did actually care! Now an early thirty year old.
Fast forward to December 2016 on a ski holiday to the snowy French alps.
At the top of a glacier with no skiers in sight, I got asked to be his wife! In total shock, it took a few minutes of confusion and questions around is he winding me up and why would he want to marry me to me saying yes.
It took about 48 hours to sink in and then I realised it’s finally my turn to be the Bride and start my own wedding planning.
I am looking forward to sharing my adventure with you of finding “The One”…the venue, dress, flowers, decorations…and then the lead up, the hen party, the day, the honeymoon and life as a Mrs!
And we cannot wait to share the journey with you Rachel! Yippeeeeeee x
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
More introductions! This week its our fabulous new Bride to be, Natasha, aka; The Procrastinating Bride!
Over to this little beaut to tell you more about her and her husband to be……..
Hello, beautiful brides-to-be! My name is Natasha. Most people call me Tash or Natash (which I find quite endearing) and my mum often refers to me as Last Minute Lucy…which is why I am The Procrastinating Bride!
I’m an SEO Copywriter, or Creative Content Executive when I want to sound fancy, but basically, I write for a digital marketing agency. When recently asked to describe my role in seven words for the company’s website, I said: writing, tea-drinking, more writing and eating cake. It’s pretty accurate.
I first met Steve on Bonfire Night back in 2004. My fifteen-year-old self didn’t particularly want to go out that night but, after a little persuasion from my parents, I went along. Someone introduced himself to me as “my paper boy” which I found charmingly strange and, somehow, he wangled my MSN ‘addy’.
Nearly twelve and a half years on, that paper boy is my best friend and fiancé: Steve.
Steve and I both grew up in Cardiff. In fact, our family homes are pretty much around the corner from each other. I fled the nest to study Fashion Journalism at university in Surrey’s lovely little Epsom, then returned to my roots after graduating.
Although practically all the jobs in my field are in the London area, my twenty-one-year-old self couldn’t wait to move back to home sweet home. Distance really does make the heart grow fonder! Cheesy, but true. Steve and I went on our first date to the cinema when we were 15 and 16 (Steve was in the year above in school; yes, I still think in academic years).
We’ll be 28 and 29 when we get married at Oldwalls in December this year and it’ll mark, almost to the day, 13 years of Team Stash; a nickname we acquired by friends while holidaying in America. We loved the idea of a winter wedding and, of course, December is particularly precious to us!
While many would assume that I was expecting Steve to propose, I couldn’t have been more surprised. In fact, I forgot to answer when he was down on one knee. My heart was saying a million times yes but my head couldn’t quite believe it.
We were on holiday in France last year with my grandparents when Steve asked me to marry him. They’ve been caravanning for years and asked us if we wanted to take the trailer tent; a cheap holiday (we’d recently bought a house) in the sun. We were sold.
Steve hadn’t been to France before and I had holidayed there a few times as a child. I vividly remember going to the beautiful Le Mont-Saint-Michel and told Steve all about it. We decided to stop there on our journey down to the Vendée.
24 hours later, we arrived at the iconic landmark. Steve insisted on taking his rucksack; he wanted to carry our jackets in it in case it was windy at the top. I told him we’d be fine so, he ditched the rucksack, and we made our way up to the castle.
Little did I know, Steve had a reason for wanting to take his rucksack. That reason being a ring!
Anyway, that didn’t happen. About a week later, after a bit more travelling, the two of us went for a meal at a restaurant in Jard-sur-Mer.
Steve had been acting a bit strange in the run up to the meal.
En route to the restaurant, Steve suggested a selfie with the harbour in the background. It was windy and I just wanted to get inside the restaurant but, agreed to have a quick photo.
Steve set his phone up on a bollard for a timed selfie. I went over to check the photo and was told not to press anything, that the phone would automatically take another one. I somehow came out of this setting and, as I turned around to explain this, Steve was down on one knee.
The soppy sneak had tried to capture the moment on camera!
Once I’d found my voice and, of course, said yes, we went inside the restaurant. Reality suddenly sank in and I became a blubbering mess! We enjoyed a delicious meal, went back to our campsite bar for more celebratory drinks and later, cracked open a bottle of bubbly back in our tent.
I’m extremely excited be a Cwtch girl and I’m very much looking forward to sharing my wedding plans with you. Hopefully my laidback ways will instil a sense of calm in those who feel like they’ve left things too late! Trust me, if you haven’t done your seating plan, The Procrastinating Bride hasn’t either.
Which reminds me: I still don’t have a colour scheme! Not that I’m remotely worried…
Admittedly, it all feels rather narcissistic writing about me, me, me but, hopefully, my wedding journey will help you on yours! Until next time, Cwtchers. Big, bridal love x