I'm still sick. Sob. I'm a big baby when I'm sick. Moan. I'm off work (sniff) but its given me a chance to catch up on some blogging, which is nice.
In February,
we hosted a pancake dinner party, do you remember? The one with
pancakes and babies, that was so cute you could have just killed me dead right then and there, that one? It was truly marvelous.
Classic Nutella and whipped cream pancake with sleeping baby
Well, that wasn't the whole story. Oh no. It got even better than Nutella and whipped cream pancakes with sleepy babies. Oh yes.
A few days before the party, I was called upon by my one day future brother in law (the one who wants to one day maybe be a butcher,
remember? ) to go on a top secret mission involving sneaky days off and antique markets and small sparkly things. Yes. It was THAT shopping trip. I nearly fell over with excitement.
After intense traipsing and a fair bit of indecision, and after a lot of 'oooh 'ing and 'eeerrr' ing and 'aaah' ing, and after some very detailed inspection and deep deliberation...
hee hee!
...he decided on a very perfect sparkly thing, one that he knew, somewhere deep down in the pit of his stomach, was the one. The anticipation and the nervousness and the excitement was nearly too much to bear, but only nearly. That day a certain man left a certain place with a very precious little sparkly package in his pocket.
Upon leaving, I couldnt help but notice that he was a little green about the gills. I tried to play the role of supportive future sister in law and asked him how he was doing, having made one of the biggest and most precious (and most expensive!) purchases of his whole life. 'Beer' was the one worded response I received. So beer is what he got (well deserved, no?) and off we marched to the nearest pub and enjoyed a celebratory pint, hurrah!
Looking a little disheveled!
After his nerves had calmed, we started to scheme. The following Friday was scheduled to be our Pancake party. It also happened to be the day when he was going to ask
a certain someone a Very Important Question. And so it came to be that the pancake party turned in to a surprise celebration party. I could hardly contain my excitement by this point, and a little yelp escaped the corner of my mouth, in a crowded pub in London Town. But I don't think he minded.
I quickly drafted the help of a crafty friend to get started on some appropriately celebratory decorations. As a brief aside my dears, this crafty friend also goes by the name of
Mama Wolf. She is new to the world of the blog so maybe you could pop over and say hello?
After some very late night crafting on Thursday, Mama Wolf and I set about decorating the hall on Friday with personalised banners and home made bunting...
And we crafted R and P's and love hearts and covered my flat with them.
The mantlepiece...
Mama Wolf made lots of fabric R and P's too....
And there were also cupcakes and champagne and of course, lots of pancakes too!
You can read more about their perfect proposal
here, it involving sneaking off to the seaside and eating sandwiches on the train, and getting drunk on fresh air (sigh..) Afterwards they came to our house for our pancake party, where a surprise engagement party awaited them! (Well, sort of a surprise, Ray had cottoned on, its quite hard to surprise Ray, I tell you!)
And we drank champagne, and ate pancakes and passed the baby and dragged every detail of the proposal from the two of them. So, even though this blog post been a long time in coming, would you join me in a hearty 'hip hip Hurray' to the happy couple?!
Now, on to the wedding planning! I am very excited about this. Very very excited indeedio.
Hip, hip....