Today I am brining you the last real wedding of the year (sad face!) But...
Today on Diary of a Boho Bride we are chatting to Charlotte and Alan. Char / Lottie now only has 4 weeks to go before the big day, As you can imagine she is getting pretty excited! last week she talked about her pre wedding shoot and this week it is all about the Hen Do! The hen party is just as important as the Stag do these days, gone are the days when it is all about the mans last night of freedom, these days the women’s last night plays just as an important part in the celebrations! It seems Char had an amazing time while Alan was off on his stag! Good for her!
Hello lovely Boho readers, my penultimate blog is here, where did time go?! In four weeks time, 2 years of planning will come to fruition and I can’t wait.
Alan is still recovering from his Stag doo in Hamburg last weekend (he must be getting old). Being part of several sporting clubs he has always been one of the lads when it comes to humiliating the Stag. So I was a little nervous when 30 of them flew to Germany, surely they would be planning their revenge. Needless to say when he returned I was relieved to see he still had his hair and eyebrows!!
So whilst the boys drank their body weight in the Bierkeller’s , the girls partied on down in Edinburgh.
You will know from my previous posts I am some what of a control freak, but with so much else to do once I had decided on the destination, means of transport and accommodation, I handed it all over to my bridesmaids….very brave of me.
The hand picked 14 journeyed up to Bonnie Scotland on a gorgeous sunny Friday, the mini bus ride was a long one but so much cheaper than the train. I had been concerned some of my girls had never met before and sleeping arrangements would cause an issue. I was recommended Smart City hostel in the central Edinburgh, I have never stayed in a hostel before so was a little dubious but it was fantastic, it meant we could have en-suite dorm rooms with bunks beds, it was so much more fun than 2 just sharing a hotel room, even though we had little or no sleep from giggling all night.
On Friday evening the girls had arranged to visit nice wines bar and a restaurant on George street, little black dresses was the theme…very Audrey Hepburn-esque.
Saturday morning after a good fill at breakfast, started with a walk to the castle and shopping on Princes street. Donned in my pink leg warmers and tutu, flashing badge, printed t-shirt, L-plates, tiara and veil I looked every inch the bride to be!!
Lunch was pre-booked at a bar in town followed by a cocktail making class which was fab, cosmopolitans galore!!
Then it was karaoke on the party bus before heading back for another costume change…..good job I love fancy dress.
My Saturday night persona was Cruella Deville and all the girls wore Dalmation accessories. We danced the night away until my little size 4’s couldn’t take anymore.
The 5 hour journey home was a little more subdued than on the way there, we had the best weekend ever and i was gutted it was over. My bridesmaids did me proud and gave Miss Battle a good send off.
Whilst the girls were planning my Hen party celebrations my mind was on another matter that I would love to share with you and hear your views.
As a firm believer of equality, I think to hell with tradition. Despite an aversion to speaking in front of big crowds, I feel it’s my duty to give myself a bridal speech and have my say on a day that I have spent a long time creating.
But what are we supposed to say on the biggest day of our lives??
I find that with a break in tradition there’s very little to go on sometimes, and although the bride speaking is not revolutionary it’s certainly not part of normal proceedings. The Internet is full of hints and tips for grooms, best men and father of the bride but what about us girlies?
Its lovely to write for you all again,
See you in a few weeks time for my last diary as a Boho bride