Cardiff
Thanks to Julie for a great weekend. For those who were unable to attend here is a potted itinery. Despite the snow we set off on time and enjoyed a lovely picnic courtesy of Julie (with M&S's help). The pink champagne flowed freely and Mo's had the inspired idea to set the bridesmaids to work making their head dresses. In Cardiff the ravers set off to party and the rest of us had drinks in "Jessica and Clair's room". Following a hearty breakfast we set off to Grace Bros for the dress fittings. Julie looked fabulous, but our lips are sealed.
Cathy, Clair and Kathleen also tried on dresses. Mummies went to pay the cahier who lived in a cubby hole on the ground floor ( I had to resist the urge to curtsey as we left ). Sarah's idea to take the bus tour was brill and we got off to look around the Welsh Assembly. Once security had relieved Rose 0f the biggest, sharpest scissors they'd ever seen ( I don't know why she had them in her handbag either - perhaps she planned to prune some bushes!) we had a wander and a cuppa in this beautiful building.
Back in the City Centre a few of us went to the Art Museum, the uncultered remainder - they know who they are- set off for more retail therapy. After a fab Italian meal we hurried to the train. Anne earned Brownie points by offering to pay the bill so we could labouriously divide it into sixteenths later on the train. She lost her points by forgetting her glasses and having to return to the Restaurant.
At the train station huge crowds were being kept outside and being reassured that everyone would get on their train. I approached a steward and explained that we were a group of 16 women and children who lived in a parallel universe of shopping, shoes and bridesmaids dresses. Despite warnings from our menfolk, we had remained oblivious that the fact that drunken fans from not one but two rugby matches may impede our return journey. The steward's face said it all but we were allowed through the barriers onto the train - phew!
Mo told the swaying fans standing in the ( still stationary) carriage about the wedding and invited their opinions on the dresses. The general consensus was that rugby shirts and satin shoes would be more suitable. This ensemble remained the favourite among the batchelors for bride and maids. The married men chose a dress out of the brochure for Julie that had a large bustle, mindful that Steve could honestly answer "dunno" to the scary "does my bum look big in this?" After a few rousing choruses of "I'm getting married in the morning" Mo set them to make more head dresses. Chris made a charming confection for Cathy with enough wire to pick up Radio 1 and Sky and then started a whip round to pay for the said bustle dress. The £31.50 didn't quite cover it so it was given to Cathy for shoes. we all got home safe and well and looking forward to June!
Jane
Cathy, Clair and Kathleen also tried on dresses. Mummies went to pay the cahier who lived in a cubby hole on the ground floor ( I had to resist the urge to curtsey as we left ). Sarah's idea to take the bus tour was brill and we got off to look around the Welsh Assembly. Once security had relieved Rose 0f the biggest, sharpest scissors they'd ever seen ( I don't know why she had them in her handbag either - perhaps she planned to prune some bushes!) we had a wander and a cuppa in this beautiful building.
Back in the City Centre a few of us went to the Art Museum, the uncultered remainder - they know who they are- set off for more retail therapy. After a fab Italian meal we hurried to the train. Anne earned Brownie points by offering to pay the bill so we could labouriously divide it into sixteenths later on the train. She lost her points by forgetting her glasses and having to return to the Restaurant.
At the train station huge crowds were being kept outside and being reassured that everyone would get on their train. I approached a steward and explained that we were a group of 16 women and children who lived in a parallel universe of shopping, shoes and bridesmaids dresses. Despite warnings from our menfolk, we had remained oblivious that the fact that drunken fans from not one but two rugby matches may impede our return journey. The steward's face said it all but we were allowed through the barriers onto the train - phew!
Mo told the swaying fans standing in the ( still stationary) carriage about the wedding and invited their opinions on the dresses. The general consensus was that rugby shirts and satin shoes would be more suitable. This ensemble remained the favourite among the batchelors for bride and maids. The married men chose a dress out of the brochure for Julie that had a large bustle, mindful that Steve could honestly answer "dunno" to the scary "does my bum look big in this?" After a few rousing choruses of "I'm getting married in the morning" Mo set them to make more head dresses. Chris made a charming confection for Cathy with enough wire to pick up Radio 1 and Sky and then started a whip round to pay for the said bustle dress. The £31.50 didn't quite cover it so it was given to Cathy for shoes. we all got home safe and well and looking forward to June!
Jane
posted by graham at
6:22 pm
2 Comments:
What a laugh you are Jane. Your talents are wasted in midwifery. I second the three cheers to Julie
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Sarah, at 5:25 pm
The way that Mo organised burly beersoaked blokes with the headresses we could have got them to run up a few bridesmaids dresses on the way home - hence the scissors!
As every married women knows - you never know when a scary object will come in useful.
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nonibob, at 1:58 pm
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