friday night wine time

This weekend is going to be a good one.  I can feel it.

Of course, it helps that yesterday morning, I excitedly took delivery of a case of wine, thanks to Naked Wines.

It also helps that it’s a nice day, and even though Ross is working all the hours in the world at the moment, and we just never see him anymore, Ruby and I are still going to have a picnic in Tooting Bec Common with Kat and Darcy and my sister.

But back to the wine!  I’ve been perusing the BBC Good Food website for ideas for Ruby’s birthday cakes of late.  And as I saved a rather delicious looking carrot cake recipe, something caught my eye.  It was a reminder to use my £40 wine voucher.  I am the first to admit I am a marketers wet dream, and I always click links that promise deals and money off and bargains.  And even though in the back of my mind I was thinking it was too good to be true, a £40 wine voucher sounded mighty fine to me.  And the link took me to Naked Wines.  And their offer was a mixed case of 12 bottles, with essentially 50% off.  The terms and conditions said no catch, the voucher didn’t mean I had to sign up to a wine club if I didn’t want to, so I went for it, and prayed it wasn’t a scam.

Yesterday morning, early enough for me to still be in my jimjams, but late enough that Ruby had been fed and watered, my wine arrived and so last night, I cooked spaghetti and meatballs and Ross and I enjoyed a bottle of Arabella Shiraz from South Africa whilst watching Grand Designs (his choice) and Grey’s Anatomy (mine).

Vivien to the rescue

Over the last couple of weeks I’ve picked out (and bought) the dresses Megan and Katherine are going to wear as my Bridesmaids this summer.

I can’t tell you how relieved I am to have sorted that out, because it’s not been plain sailing, and out of all our wedding plans to date, that was the one thing that has caused me stress. Not quite sleepless nights (it takes a LOT to stop me from heading off to the land of nod each night) but certainly a fair bit of worry.

One of the very first things I decided after agreeing to become Ross’ wife was who I was going to ask to be my bridesmaids. My girls. My wing(wo)men. It was a no brainer. My sister and my bestie. Easy peasy! What hasn’t been so easy was picking out their dresses.

You see, I’m not wearing a traditional long gown. Without giving away too much (incase my husband-to-be reads this) my dress has somewhat of the fifties about it, as some of you have seen. And I needed something to reflect that for my bridesmaids.

So the search began. And I looked everywhere. I looked into getting something made from Light in the Box, but decided it was a little too risky, scoured the internet and the highstreet for dresses and just when I couldn’t find anything that was right, and in budget (because as much as I drool and swoon, there is nothing by Candy Anthony I can even remotely afford outside of my dreams), Vivien of Holloway came to my rescue. And I had a good feeling about Vivien. The kind of feeling you get when things are about to fall into place very nicely indeed.

Vivien of HollowaySo last week, Katherine (bestie) and I made the trip up to north London to the Vivien of Holloway shop and as soon as we stepped through the door I knew we were on to a good thing The staff were helpful and friendly and the dresses, oh, the dresses. Just gorgeous! Pure retro glamour.

It didn’t take any time at all to find what we were looking for; a minty green halterneck swing dress with a colourful flowery print and matching bolero I’d seen on their website and even though I’m not going to be wearing it at my wedding, I tried it on anyway. All in the name of research ;-D

Within half an hour Kat’s dress was bagged up and paid for and yesterday I went back with Megan and picked up her dress, and the petticoats, and two sweet little belts which finish the look off rather smashingly, and now I can safely say that’s another thing done and ticked off my list. Big sighs of relief all round.

Vivien of Holloway
This is Katherine in her dress. Doesn’t she look gorgeous?

hair, easter, astrogeekery

from the back
from the back

Our trip to Southampton was very successful. I had my hair trial and I’m really happy with how it turned out. As it happens I didn’t even need my hair piece because once it had all been backcombed, my hair was huge. I have honestly never seen it so big. I looked like a lion. And Gary-the-Stylist, decided to go all out with the 1950’s theme and came up with this do which I loved.

So elegant, so sleek, so not something I would ever have the patience or talent to do myself. Hoorah for wedding day pampering.

And the flowers. Oh, the flowers! My bouquet is pretty much sorted. I’ve gone for white hydrangeasteeny tiny pink roses and gypsophila with some foliage. The boys are having a white gerbera each for their buttonholes, I love the idea of a camellia for Mum and Jennie and as soon as we’ve got the bridesmaids dresses I’ll be picking out their bouquets too.

from the front
from the front

Why has this been so easy? But more importantly, what is going to go wrong?!
We’re back down to Southampton on Friday for the weekend and are heading off to the catering hire place on Friday to sort all that out (note to self, MUST have done reception mock up graph paper doodah by then).

Easter weekend has been lovely. We walked round to Mum’s yesterday with Ruby for roast lamb and rhubarb crumble. Ruby has eaten a lot of chocolate for such a tiny toddler and I drank too much wine. Back on the diet today.

I’m watching live coverage of space shuttle Discovery’s STS-131 mission to the International Space Station and embracing my inner astrogeek. Ruby is dancing to NDubz on MTV Hits and whilst she’s happy I really ought to shower.

the power of love is a curious thing

I had a dream last night that it was my wedding, and it all went spectacularly wrong.

Aaaarrggghhhh!

Hair trial tomorrow. My veil came in time, and I’m off to Southampton early with Mum, Chris and Ruby. On Saturday morning Mum and I are going to the florist and we’ll be home Saturday afternoon.

Did I mention our first dance is going to be to Huey Lewis and The News – The Power of Love? Well, it is. Ross is a massive Back To The Future fan and he was woeful when we found out it’s impossible to hire a DeLorean to drive to the hotel in, so instead we decided on a song from the soundtrack to dance to. We are embarking on some dance lessons because otherwise it will actually be bopping around, holding on to each other with ever reddening faces. Close friends and family will be on strict instructions to join in.