{"id":11576,"date":"2011-07-09T17:19:57","date_gmt":"2011-07-09T21:19:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wendybrandes.com\/blog\/?p=11576"},"modified":"2011-07-12T04:45:05","modified_gmt":"2011-07-12T08:45:05","slug":"its-that-time-of-year-again-pimms-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wendybrandes.com\/blog\/2011\/07\/its-that-time-of-year-again-pimms-time\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s That Time of Year Again: Pimm’s Time!"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s become my July tradition to go to London and drink Pimm’s<\/a> for hours with gorgeous local bloggers. It all started in 2008 with Sharon Rose<\/a> and ex-blogger Times of Glory.<\/p>\n

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2008. Click for original post.<\/p><\/div>\n

In 2009, we expanded to five: Sharon Rose<\/a>, Samantha<\/a>, Kate<\/a>, Liz<\/a> and me.<\/p>\n

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2009. Click for original post.<\/p><\/div>\n

Last year’s Pimm’s-fest featured Liz<\/a>, Kate<\/a>, Margaret<\/a>, Winnie<\/a> and Disneyrollergirl<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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2010. From left: Liz, Kate, Margaret and Winnie. Click for original post.<\/p><\/div>\n

Today’s attendees were Sharon<\/a>, Liz<\/a>, Kate<\/a> and Margaret<\/a>. MrB came along as the official photographer — as you can see, his mad photography skillz were in full effect. Here is his picture of four bloggers plus Sharon’s disembodied-seeming head.<\/p>\n

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From left: Kate, Margaret, me, and Liz. Sharon's head is floating above us.<\/p><\/div>\n

Seven hours after we started with lunch at Giraffe<\/a>, we wobbled to our feet, lined up and struck the cross-legged WendyB pose<\/a>, except for Kate …<\/p>\n

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… so she was forced to make up for it in a solo photo.\u00a0 Note her on-trend red pants<\/a>!<\/p>\n

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Kate is wearing my Little Woolf necklace in silver.<\/p><\/div>\n

I was relieved I was able to make it to the gathering because the previous day’s plans were ruined when I suffered a violent allergy attack. MrB and I had met our handsome friend Bruce for dinner, but I was sneezing so much that I had to call a car and go back to the hotel without ordering. The car came just after I acquired a piece of bread and buttered it. Today, MrB enjoyed telling the ladies how I\u00a0 left the restaurant still clutching the slice of buttered bread (I ate it in the car). In my jet-lagged and sickly state, walking through the restaurant with the bread seemed perfectly sensible, but in hindsight, I’m mortified. Fortunately, the sneezing died down and two pitchers of Pimm’s, some ginger beer and a little cider have taken the edge off my embarrassment.<\/p>\n

Read More About Our Gathering<\/strong><\/p>\n