Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Le wedding....part trois!

I never did get around to writing that final wedding post before we left for our eagerly awaited honeymoon. You know how it is, you think you've got everything under control and that you're super organised and then somebody throws a spanner in the works and you're still packing and coping with a stressed other half at a time when you should be putting the cat out and taking a cup of cocoa to bed! Mr R decided that one suitcase wasn't enough to carry all of the extra camera chargers, walking shoes etc etc that we needed to take in addition to the micro wardrobe of clothes that I thought was all we needed, so I had to find another case which meant hauling it out from the back of the wardrobe and repack everything. Let's just say that the evening before we left was anything but harmonious and leave it at that!
So  that post never got written and I've had to wait until now to put finger to key. It seems a bit disjointed doing it a couple of weeks later, but as they say, Better late than never!

I won't bore you with too much info about the reception, but lets just say that we thought it was amazing and we had the most brilliant time being a brand new Mr and Mrs and spending it with our lovely family and friends. The dress drove me mad, especially having to cope with stairs...and there were lots and lots of them. My lovely best girls looked after me wonderfully, even if they seemed a bit obsessed with asking if I needed the loo every five minutes. Kirsten from The Little Wedding Helper had styled our venue beautifully along with the amazing flowers from The Wilde Bunch. It was definitely a "wow" moment when clapped eyes on our reception rooms for the first time. The food and service at Goldbrick House was just as we thought it would be...delicious and faultless.

Mr R's speech was short and said with so much feeling. I was so proud of him. I would hate to have to make one and he did a wonderful job.

We didn't bother with the cutting the cake bit, which had been a lovely gift from my Twitter friend Minky Kitten Cakes. I made the cupcakes the day before. Wrapping each cake with vintage lace seemed like a good idea at the time and looked very pretty, but were a real faff to do and I ended up almost glueing my fingers together!

Our photographer whisked us away outside for a little while to get a few shots of the two of us. It was the only time we had to ourselves and was a brilliant idea. It gave us a chance to reflect on our special day and have some "us" time before hitting the dance floor and partying 'til the wee hours.

One of many highlights of the evening was when my friends from work presented us an envelope. I didn't have my glasses on so was as blind as a bat and couldn't read it. Mr R could and he was gobsmacked when he read out that we had an invitation to lunch at Le Manoir au Quat Saison the following Monday. I knew that my friends were up to something, but that was a total surprise. I thought that we were going bungee jumping or having a him and her spa treatment!

Before we knew it our wonderful day was over. We were exhausted but extremely happy. It had been the best day ever and one we would never forget.

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Le wedding....part deux!

Time to put the kettle on again and settle down to carry on reading about me and my very soon to be husband's very special day.

Now where was I? Oh yes...I'm all ready and raring to go!
Getting down two flights of stairs was easier said than done. They were steep and narrow and I'm rather out of practice when it comes to combining stairs with heels and a long skirt. Let's just say that I wasn't the most elegant looking bride at this point!
My two gorgeous sons arrived at this point looking very dapper in their smart suits but obviously very nervous. Boy, was I proud of the pair of them! Before I knew it, the car had arrived and it was time to brave the rain and try and get in the car without a) ending up with a soggy hem and b) ruining my hair. Thank god for golf umbrellas and an army of dress lifter uppers!
The journey from the hotel to Goldbrick House took all of 10 minutes. Not enough time for any nerves to kick in. But in all honesty, I have to say that I didn't feel even a tiny twinge of nerves all day. Just excitement and pure happiness. The months of waiting and planning were finally over and me and my Mr R were finally going to be married !
On arriving at our venue, Sam, my eldest and I were whisked off to see the registrar. Poor Sam, he was such a bag of nerves. He was so worried about accompanying me down the aisle. My confident laid back son needed a mum to give him a hug and tell him to please stop fretting!
A few minutes later the pair of us were waiting at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the ceremony room. The music had started to play and I needed to get my timing right and start off a specific point in the music so that I wouldn't arrive too late or too early. We had chosen Gabriel's Oboe by Ennio Marricone not only because we loved it but also in memory of Mr R's dad.
I reached the top the the stairs and there was my gorgeous Mr R waiting for me. I couldn't help but smile and feel my heart jumping in my chest.A few seconds later I was by his side and holding and squeezing his very damp hand.
The ceremony was beautiful. It was personal to us and we made our vows in clear stong voices. Jack, my youngest read the first reading "The One" beautifully and my Mr R's sister read "A Lovely Love Story" by Edward Monkton. This was a little story of two dinosaurs meeting each other and even though they have very different characters, they fall in love. Just like the two of us!
Before we knew it, we were declared husband and wife and after being allowed to seal our marriage with a kiss, do a bit of signing, it was time to move on. We were supposed to leave to the wedding march from Mozart's Marriage of Figaro, but somehow we ended up with the registrar signing music, but do you know what, we didn't really notice, and nor did anyone else!

So,I think that's enough to be going on with for now.It's going to be a busy old day for me as I need to do a million and one things before we leave for France tomorrow (Whoopie...honeymoon time at last!) I'm hoping that I can squeeze in the final instalment before the end of the day. So fingers crossed that I don't get too distracted and can keep on track.But I'm a number one procrastinator so it'll be a miracle if I do ! 

Monday, 6 August 2012

Le wedding....part un !

So, I'm a married woman now of four weeks, and have to say that life is pretty wonderful. Being married is different somehow. I can't put my finger on any particular reason why it should be, but it is. We lived together for over three years before we did the deed, so why should being married make any difference? Apart from the excitement of planning the wedding, life is pretty much the same as it's always been, but somehow it feels more complete, more settled ...better!
But enough of this rambling. Time to get to the real reason why I'm blogging today. The photos have arrived and it's time to share them with you, along with of course, a little recount of our fabulous day So, make a cuppa, put your feet up and enjoy!

You are cordially invited to our wedding!

Graham and I threw convention to the wind and spent our last night of singledom together in the fabulously stylish Number 38 in Bristol. We both slept fitfully that night in our football pitch sized bed.Not because we were too excited but because Mr R has thought that he'd not packed his tie (he had...phew) and I thought that I'd forgotten to bring the table plan cards(I had....eek).After a very hearty breakfast where we were thrilled  to be presented with a bottle of champagne by the ever so helpful and friendly staff at the hotel, we had a few hours to twiddle outr thumbs before everything was going to start to become just a little manic!At this point everything seemed a little surreal. It could have been like every other Saturday. Here we were reading the paper. The colour supplement for me, and the sports page for him. Getting married in a couple of hours still seemed unreal to us.

Number 38 ...A very stylish town house in Bristol. An amzing place to stay.

But of course, it was real. Very real indeed! Before we knew it, Mr R had changed into his finest, and boy did he look handsome, and duly kicked out of the room and off to join his family. The very lovely and ever so chatty Grace arrived to transform me from being the old broiler to the beautiful swan by working her magic with her box of make up and  a zillion hair grips.My stylish up do was topped off with my gorgeous comb made for me by Jill from Port Out Starboard Home hair accessories using my £5.99 eBay vintage brooch bargain along with other pretty sparkling pices that Jill had in her glittering collection of pretties. Hot on Grace's heels was Sam our amazing photographer, and Claire from The Wilde Bunch with the most beautiful bouquet I had ever seen. She had created exactly what I wanted. I had been worried that the peonies I wanted so much would not be available on the day, but thankfully they were, along with beautiful apricot David Austin roses. Last to arrive were my trio of unofficial bridesmaids complete with strawberries, pasta salad and a bottle of Bucks Fizz! Here were my knights (knightesses!) in shining armour ready to do battle with the dress and what was to be soon discarded, hooped underskirt. I had been dreading this moment as I like to keep myself covered up as much as possible. My exposed flesh is not a pretty sight! But when it came down to it, I didn't care one iota. There was a job to be done, and this wasn't an occassion for being coy! So with some strenuous pulling of ribbons,  tweeking of straps and a few under the breath curses my girls eventually managed to get me into my dress. I felt a bit like a trussed up chicken and could just about breath, but I have to say I looked rather lovely! Not so much like a  beautiful princess but more like a stately doweger duchess!

Well, I think that that's enough to be going on with for now. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for part 2, but I promise you it wont be long. We've a honeymoon to go on in three days time, so the next instalment will follow hot on the heels of this one before we zoom off to la belle France!

Before I leave you I just want to say a big thank you to Sam Gibson our photographer who did an utterly amazing job on the day and took these stunning shots. We knew all along that we wanted our photographs to tell a story of our special dayand not  be just
 a collection of smiley faces. We wanted shots of the little details and peoples reactions through out the day. We knew the minute we saw his website that this was the man for the job and hoped that on meeting him we would click and feel at ease with thim. No worries there. We liked him the moment we met and couldn't wait to book him. We feel privileged and very lucky to have this very talented young man there to capture our day for us with his trusty camera.