Now I don’t want to sound alarmed but I get married in 42 days and that’s not very far away now. Eeeeeeeeeeek.
Shit. It’s really happening people. In 4 months time, I’ll have said I do. Tied the knot. Be a Mrs. Cue the heart palpitations.
I am a massive fan of all things pom pom and tassel related, so it makes perfect sense that I’d want to incorporate them into our wedding somehow.
Yup, you read that correctly. As of the 7th September, (so tomorrow really but I didn’t want to mess with my Want it on Wednesday post, because, animal print!) I have precisely one year until I say those magical words and get to marry my dreamboat of a fiancé. What the hell have I got myself in to…
The irony of me hating the heatwave but getting married in Antigua was pointed out to me this week. All as I fanned myself with a single sheet of paper, attractively wiping the sweat from my ‘tache, while googling to see if there was a product out there made to stop thigh chafe. All of this while on the sauna that is my crappy old train. It’s a glam old life.
A couple of weeks ago I finally got round to sending off our wedding paperwork detailing all our wants, I got too excited and sneakily threw in a question about fireworks.
I didn’t spend any of my childhood dreaming about getting married. I never cared for a big white dress. Least of all I never thought I’d actually want to tie the knot, yet here I am, at 29 years of age, planning my own big day. Shocker.
As someone who never thought they wanted to get married, I’m ridiculously excited about starting planning my own. I’m hoping it isn’t breaking news to any friends or family members we’ve forgotten to tell but we’re planning on getting hitched on the beautiful island of Antigua. [Read more]