Showing posts with label Wimbledon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wimbledon. Show all posts

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

A Guide to Wimbledon

This year I decided to join my friend in her annual queuing pilgrimage to Wimbledon. Now, I’m normally a ‘get-a-ticket-and-turn-up-on-the-day-with-Pimms-in-hand’ kinda girl but this year I was not able to beg, borrow or steal a ticket, no matter how hard I tried so I succumbed to the queue.

So, on Sunday at midday I met my friend, with a hangover in tow, at Wimbledon to begin our mammoth camping and queuing session in SW19 all to catch a glimpse of our favourite tennis players.

After an overnight camping stint and a wake-up call of 5.30am I was exhausted by the time I got into Wimbledon at 10am and passed out on Murray Mound (previously Henman Hill and Rusedski Ridge) for an hour’s sleep. The sun was shining and when I awoke I had turned into one of Wimbledon’s infamous strawberries, not a good look! How was I supposed to impress Federer on centre court that afternoon looking like that!? Thankfully after a five-set thriller I don’t think he was up for pulling girls out of the crowd in rock-star concert style.


All in all the camping was great fun and really adds to the experience and excitement of Wimbledon. There was a great atmosphere and not to mention the great location of seats available on centre court for the first 500 in the queue. However I would have packed a better picnic, our next door neighbours had the right idea with red wine, gourmet sandwiches and homemade quiche.

My fashion highlight of the tournament so far has to be tennis skirt. I mean how great was Venus Williams’ twenties ruffle skirt!? Sue Barker eat your heart out.


A Guide to Wimbledon

This year I decided to join my friend in her annual queuing pilgrimage to Wimbledon. Now, I’m normally a ‘get-a-ticket-and-turn-up-on-the-day-with-Pimms-in-hand’ kinda girl but this year I was not able to beg, borrow or steal a ticket, no matter how hard I tried so I succumbed to the queue.

So, on Sunday at midday I met my friend, with a hangover in tow, at Wimbledon to begin our mammoth camping and queuing session in SW19 all to catch a glimpse of our favourite tennis players.

After an overnight camping stint and a wake-up call of 5.30am I was exhausted by the time I got into Wimbledon at 10am and passed out on Murray Mound (previously Henman Hill and Rusedski Ridge) for an hour’s sleep. The sun was shining and when I awoke I had turned into one of Wimbledon’s infamous strawberries, not a good look! How was I supposed to impress Federer on centre court that afternoon looking like that!? Thankfully after a five-set thriller I don’t think he was up for pulling girls out of the crowd in rock-star concert style.

All in all the camping was great fun and really adds to the experience and excitement of Wimbledon. There was a great atmosphere and not to mention the great location of seats available on centre court for the first 500 in the queue. However I would have packed a better picnic, our next door neighbours had the right idea with red wine, gourmet sandwiches and homemade quiche.

My fashion highlight of the tournament so far has to be tennis skirt. I mean how great was Venus Williams’ twenties ruffle skirt!? Sue Barker eat your heart out.

Monday, 29 June 2009

Wimbledon

Pimms, strawberries and cream, and striped blazers, Wimbledon is officially here! I along with the rest of the nation catch Wimbledon fever at this time of the year, and took a trip to SW19 this weekend to see it live in action.



My chosen attire was smart casual with a blazer (with the sleeves turned up, of course), belted t-shirt dress, big sunglasses, gladiators and oversized shoulder bag. Preppy chic was, as to be expected, in full force at Wimbledon with fedoras, panamas, chinos, loafers and blazers leading the way. However rather than looking dated and elitist the look was undeniably cool. Think preppy with a twist: Russell & Bromley's tassled loafers, pegleg chinos, cropped fitted blazers and Gucci-inspired fedoras.






Wimbledon

Pimms, strawberries and cream, and striped blazers, Wimbledon is officially here! I along with the rest of the nation catch Wimbledon fever at this time of the year, and took a trip to SW19 this weekend to see it live in action.
My chosen attire was smart casual with a blazer (with the sleeves turned up, of course), belted t-shirt dress, big sunglasses, gladiators and oversized shoulder bag. Preppy chic was, as to be expected, in full force at Wimbledon with fedoras, panamas, chinos, loafers and blazers leading the way. However rather than looking dated and elitist the look was undeniably cool. Think preppy with a twist: Russell & Bromley's tassled loafers, pegleg chinos, cropped fitted blazers and Gucci-inspired fedoras.