Saturday is Caption Day....

over at Mammasaurus. Please help celebrate the beauty of youthful romance in the box below. Fortnum & Mason wedding list available on request.


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  1. Jenny18 February 2012 at 08:07

    The new 80's inspired dress collection had its unveiling today!

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  2. 76 sunflowers18 February 2012 at 08:15

    Mum we found this strange collection in your wardrobe.

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  3. Mum of One18 February 2012 at 09:49

    The bride and bridesmaid may have been a little wobbly on their feet...there just may have been a wee bit too much dutch courage drunk before the ceremony.

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  4. Caption ninja stealthy and ginger18 February 2012 at 10:13

    Mother! What's the speed dial number for Gok - we *may* need a bit of a hand!

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  5. mother on the edge!!18 February 2012 at 10:16

    Hurry up or we will miss the gypsy bus to take us to Appleby Fair.....

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  6. Ramblings Of A Suburban Mummy18 February 2012 at 10:17

    Going to the chapel and we're gonna get married....

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  7. Unknown18 February 2012 at 10:18

    these two were going straight to the top of the list for the new Ab Fab auditions

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  8. Bibsey Mama18 February 2012 at 10:45

    Hitting the top of all the 'what's hot' bridal wear lists this week is this fabulous fusion of flamenco and floral print. Hair by Shirley Temple.

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  9. Herding Cats18 February 2012 at 10:54

    The new bridal selection was inspired.

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  10. Charlotte18 February 2012 at 12:08

    'Why am I always the bridesmaid?'

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  11. Emily (@amummytoo)18 February 2012 at 12:18

    I'm not sure my shoes go with this dress, but apart from that, we look perfect!

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  12. Trouble Doubled18 February 2012 at 14:50

    Right, where's the lucky fella?

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  13. Paula Fazekas18 February 2012 at 15:30

    The latest VB collection has spread over from NY already!

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  14. Reluctant Housedad18 February 2012 at 17:23

    Small Thin Gypsy Wedding, Channel 5, Weds, 9pm

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  15. Rebecca English18 February 2012 at 17:45

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  16. Rebecca English18 February 2012 at 17:47

    The vicar needed a double shot of whiskey when he saw the next bride and groom he had to splice.

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  17. MaidInYorkshire18 February 2012 at 17:56

    William: "Isn't this more Uncle Edward's type of suit?"
    Kate: "Shut up and get on with it."

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  18. @SAHDandproud18 February 2012 at 18:03

    Don't do it! Years or bitterness and hideous recriminations to come.

    Too much?

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  19. Anonymous18 February 2012 at 19:13

    Time to start locking the Vicarage's lost property box.

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  20. Unknown18 February 2012 at 19:53

    Mummy, we said we wanted to dress up as the Zingzillas, not Bridezillas!

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  21. fivegoblogging18 February 2012 at 20:33

    Wanted: one groom. Love of 80's fashion preferred.

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  22. wasandisnomore19 February 2012 at 16:58

    The marriage got off to a bad start during the wedding service. The vicar said, ‘You may now kiss the bride.’ And she said, ‘Not now. I’ve got a headache.’

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  23. HasBeen20 February 2012 at 20:52

    I must say that little red number is a perfect fit (was it made to measure?)but the black shoes may have been a better choice. Your open mindedness as a vicars wife is truly outstanding! I raise my glass to you.

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