finally a MRS - 20th July 2013
So the past few weeks were a little manic, but I wanted to pop on and let you all know how Saturday went.
So, the day before was bonkers. Chris' dad got back from collecting his hire car over half an hour later than planned, which meant that we set off to Stoke a lot later than we had originally planned to do. We met up with Chris' parents about 3/4 of the way back to Wales and Chris dad got out of his car and the first thing he said was "don't panic". My first thought was that he'd dropped the cake or dropped an accidental hint about the surprise man utd cake that I'd organised. Nope, it turns out he'd forgotten to pick up the flowers for our centrepieces. So we had a mad dash into tesco to choose as many white and yellow flowers as we could and we set off again.
We'd arranged to meet Chris' usher and his family at our house as they couldn't afford to stay at the hotel so when they got there they insisted on all 4 of them having a shower, which took at least another half an hour if not more. So by the time we got down to my mum's house I was in panic mode as it was already 19.00 and I'd wanted to have been at the hotel for at least an hour already
So Saturday morning I woke up at about 07.00, 4 hours early for my bridesmaid to come and do my hair for me. I got myself on facebook, watched some youtube videos and leant out of my huge window alot as it was sooooo warm in my room. At about 10.00 I gave up and had a soak in the bath as I was seriously bored and didn't know what to do with myself, I could hear Chris talking with members of his family out on the front lawns of the hotel so I wanted to get out of the way for a bit.
At about 11.00 Nikki turned up to sort out my hair with my cousin (who would be helping me into my dress later in the day). So we got started on my hair and a lovely lady who works at the hotel came up to check on how we were getting on and dashed off to get me a jug of iced water as I was so warm. At this point Chris had to dash out to collect some of his relatives who'd car had broken down as he was the only one who knew where he was going, so I took this as an opportunity to dash downstairs and have a check on how everything was going and it looked stunning. I honestly couldn't have been any happier.
In the run up to 15.20 when I started getting my dress on, my darling cousin managed to break the coat hanger it was on twice, once when looking at the corset back and the second time when she was trying to hang it on the bed for the photographer. I seriously wish I'd had the camera on her then as her face was such a picture.
I don't really remember much about getting ready as once my hair was done, things were just happening in such a blur, meeting the photographer, sorting my makeup, getting into my dress.
Next thing I know it's time to go downstairs and I instantly realised why it was that I had so much cut off the train - I stood on the front of the dress whilst walking down the stairs, which would have been pretty awkward as the photographer was stood at the bottom of them on the mini landing thing
Ok I'd better switch to a new post before I get told I've typed too much