Mad Dog and an Englishwoman

November 29, 2010 at 2:43 pm (Uncategorized)

I am pleased to announce that, having exhausted my well of weddingness, I have begun a new blog about my adventures as an Englishwoman in the wilds of Wyoming. One Brit’s descent into Americana, if you will.

I present to you, with much well-concealed pride (stiff upper lip, you see)… Mad Dog and an Englishwoman


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The Wedding Album

November 29, 2010 at 2:16 pm (Uncategorized)

My dad, in his infinite creative wisdom, has shaped us a beautiful wedding album using my favourite pictures from the official set (all of which are in the slideshow above).

I thought, having sat through literally hundreds of pictures, you might like to see how they were whittled down to a happy few.

There are far too many pages to show you them all; these are a few of my favourites. I shall be treasuring this album.

I’ve also been working on a scrapbook with the prints Dad sent over, using the kit that sis-in-law gave me, but it’s still a little… erm… rough around the edges. Apparently it’s not as easy as plonking a sticker here and a bit of ribbon there. Who’d have thought.

And this brings us to the conclusion of my wedding-based memories (finally, a full two months later). I’m not done though… stand by for a link to a new set of witterings…

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November 11, 2010 at 8:09 pm (Uncategorized)

No event is without its… less elegant moments, mostly because, as soon as the wine begins to flow, one can’t help but revert to type. Which is how I ended up being groped by dear Amy…

…and why my lovely bridesmaid eventually showed her true colours.

Ah, memories.

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Lords and Ladies of the Dance

November 9, 2010 at 4:59 pm (Uncategorized)

It was time to start the dance. Brother-in-law kindly obliged with a sterling performance on the as-yet-empty dance floor. Strangely, it worked.

I had a willing dance parter, who enjoyed being bounced up and down on my hip. She almost stopped enjoying herself at one point when I danced her perilously close to the ceiling fan, but she does still have both her arms, so all is well. I was hobbling a good'un the next morning, though.

I believe this particular set of moves was taken almost in its entirety from a quaint British local dance tradition known as "nobody's watching, right?"

This one, on the other hand, is favoured by royalty and the really, really cool. Seriously.

I got to dance with John-Sean too, but I didn't do as well as Grandma because we managed to spin my dress into a knot so tight that I couldn't move my legs, and had to be carefully unwound.

I made sure to add some Ryan Adams to the playlist for the listening delight of Lorna, with whom I danced to one of the first of his songs she ever played me. I still don't know the words properly, but I think everyone was fooled.

Naturally. I had to have a dance with my dad, who is renowned for his moves. Not so much me, particularly in that dress (this was pre-Leah's hook over wrist suggestion). You know Christopher Walken in that Fatboy Slim video for Weapon of Choice? That's how my dad dances, albeit with less ceiling time and fewer swimming pools.

Dad wisely sought a dance partner who was less of a two-left-feet-and-a-big-dress liability.

As did Lorna.

As did Amy. And brother-in-law. And John-Sean. Hmmm.

Even my niece, who fled to the safety of resident DJ, sis-in-law.

Maybe it was something to do with my moves?

But that was ok, I still had a husband to love and treasure me.

And there's nothing quite like holding your new husband close while singing along to the song he wrote, which has been sneakily added to the playlist by his sister...


...before retiring for the night to one's honeymoon suite. Ahem.


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November 7, 2010 at 6:31 pm (Uncategorized)

For most of our wedding day, a lot of my concentration was poured into trying not to spin myself into a knot or get my train caught on chairs, tables, small children and possums. It was not going well, so father-in-law came up with the bright idea to hook the back of my dress over my shoulders. And thus Superbride was (briefly) born.

Fortunately, Leah was nearby, and able to offer a more… well… traditional method of keeping my dress in check. Unbeknownst to me, there’d been a little hook near the edge of the train, that was meant to go around my wrist to pull my dress up and make walking significantly easier, the whole time. Who’d have thought.

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November 7, 2010 at 5:40 pm (Uncategorized)

There was an awesome sunset on the night of our wedding, which imbued my father with the urge to experiment. I was only too happy to oblige, mostly because my only task was to sit still and try not to look tipsy. Fortunately, I had not (quite) yet poured sangria down myself.

There’s no computer-based fiddling going on in these pictures: the sunset really did look like that. Gorgeous, no? Shame about the bird who’s shoved her face in the way of it.


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Reception Fun

November 4, 2010 at 6:29 pm (Uncategorized)

No longer constrained by speeches or services, our guests were now free to do as they pleased. In the case of many, that involved meandering towards the drinks table for a little boozy indulgence. And so the party properly began…

But first I needed a little help putting my shoes back on, a la Cinderella. I had been slowly stripping, as that dress was bloody hot. Shortly before this moment, Mum and I had retired to the bathroom to remove my hoop, only to find a grasshopper the size of my thumb halfway up my skirt. It was very dazed.

Grandpa and Grandma relax in the sunshine.

Dad-in-law found some cash on the floor and demanded to know if it had fallen out of my garter. I was able to triumphantly point out I'd never quite gotten round to putting my garter on - not guilty.

I love this picture of my gorgeous bridesmaid, who'd changed into a seriously sexy suit and finally managed to sneak her hat back on.

The Brits were asked to act naturally when the camera was around.

Neither obedience nor being sensible are their strong points.

At all.

Meanwhile, I got a pleasing amount of cuddles from my new niece. One of us is looking very excited because she'd been at the candy. The other is flatly denying it.

We weren't the only lovey-dovey couple on the dancefloor!

Meanwhile, my mother, quite sensibly, had set up camp behind the cake table.

While certain others were more interested in the booze.

And thus, night drew on...




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November 4, 2010 at 5:41 pm (Uncategorized)

Components of a good wedding:

1) Cupcakes, preferably chocolate ones.

2) A greedy bride.

3) A groom not afraid to fight the bride for them. Even though he will, eventually, inevitably, lose.

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Nicest Government Letter Ever

November 3, 2010 at 9:36 pm (Uncategorized)

We received this letter in the post today and are feeling really quite important. Bearing in mind we’ve just reached the end of season 4 of The West Wing, you can imagine the glee.

I think it might be the most pleasant letter any government has ever sent me, bar the one that said: “Ah go on then, you can come on over here and marry him”.

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Golf Carting

November 3, 2010 at 12:13 pm (Uncategorized)

Once more unto the wittery breach we go, dear friends, but you’ll be thrilled to hear we are now on the final leg.

The highlight of several of our guests’ days was the moment they realised they could have a go on the golf carts, something discovered and arranged by our brother-in-law in yet another of his fabulous contributions to the day.

And so off we went, wedding dress blowing in the wind, at top speed across the golf course, escorted by a member of staff whose job it was to keep us in check.

Over hill, down dale, with quite a few hairy moments inbetween and a lot of driving in circles while cackling, we sure made the most of that moment. Apparently I could be heard right across the range. What can I say? It was fun.

It's ok, I didn't really.


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