G is for… Garter!

I didn’t wear a garter on my wedding day, but that’s not to say I don’t like them. In fact, there’s some REALLY beautiful ones out there.

I chose not to wear a garter for a number of reasons; firstly, I have chubby legs and I felt it wouldn’t be very flattering! Secondly, I didn’t want to do the traditional garter shot (for the same reason!). Thirdly, my dress was so big and restrictive that I felt if it needed rearranging if it got uncomfortable or started slipping, that I wouldn’t actually be able to do anything about it because my dress would be in the way. And lastly, if I had have bought one, I’d have wanted one that’d match our theme and that would require it being designed for me (not many people require woodland themed garters on the high street!) and that would have been expensive. I didn’t want to buy something that I wasn’t 100% on wearing so I decided to take that worry away and not have one at all.

However, I really like these…

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We’ve been married 3 months!

Today is our three month wedding anniversary!!

I cannot believe how quickly it is has gone; our big day seems like ages ago – plus, we’re now closer to our honeymoon in Sicily than we are to our wedding day!! Crazy!!


Married life is great. I said to my friend recently when she was in a stress about her wedding, that crossing over to the ‘other side’ is AMAZING – all the pressure is released and you feel normal again. There’s no worries about organising things (and organising other people!), you have friends/sisters/cousins instead of Bridesmaids again, and issues with the wedding that seem massive at the time seem like nothing at all now!

Getting married is FAB!!

Personalised ‘Groom’s Book’

I created a ‘Groom’s Box’ for my husband as his wedding day present. As part of this box of treats, I created a personalised book for him via Blurb.com. I used questions from the Oh So Cherished Grooms book but my own version online to make it more flexible for us.

Here’s a sneak peek…

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