I know...that I'm becoming more and more of a prude in my old age. The whole thought of watching a male stripper just makes my stomach turn. I think I'm scarred for life following the full nudity strip show I saw when I was in Hawaii at the impressionable age of 16. Let's just say there was a mask, a cap and a male appendage flung in my face...but that's a whole other blog post!.
I know...there are a lot of penis shaped items available to purchase for hen's nights...ice cube trays, straws, cake moulds, whistles, slippers, you name it. I just can't bring myself to purchase any of it. I'm just not ready to have that conversation with my daughter as to what they are. lol.
I don't know...why everything related to hen's nights has to be pink, but I'm rolling with it. I've picked up a delightful satin sash for the bride-to-be and I'm making her the most stunning tiara and veil combination...all to be paired with a shot glass attached to a pearl necklace. Gorgeous. (sarcasm meter just flew off the charts)
I know...that despite the outfit we'll be making her wear on her hen's night, Racheal is going to make one seriously gorgeous bride and I can't wait to see her walk down the aisle.
I know...that my own hen's day was a fairly subdued event...just perfect for me. We took a private bus up to the Hunter Valley and visited a heap of wineries. The whole day, I proudly wore a hot pink veil and tiara that my friend Donna made. It was a fabulous day with the girls...and yes, I did end up very tipsy. Good times.
I know...that the best piece of advice I can give to the bride-to-be comes from the incredibly wise Bloggess...learn to pick your battles, otherwise you too could find a metal chicken named Beyonce on your front porch.
I know...that what happens on hen's night, stays on hen's night. Enough said. lol.
What did you do for your pre-wedding celebrations?
