I’ve rounded up another summary of all that jazz that has brought joy into my wag life over the past month. So this September I have mostly been…
Making the choice to look after my husband is as strong a feminist move as any bra burning shenanigans – it takes a strong woman to exercise that choice power when going against the grain.
Being apart from each other whether for his wrestling or for my “social” life is sometimes the worst but times like these really are the best of wag times.
It sounds as patronising as being in a bout of depression & being told to “cheer up” but this one is actually achievable. And you don’t even have to write lists or talk to yourself in the mirror.
For years I’ve dreaded the “where do you see yourself in five years time?” questions because until he put a ring on it, I didn’t have a clue. Now I know exactly what I want.
What happens after the vows goes one of two ways; you immerse yourself in the adulting of updating your marital status everywhere or walk hand in hand into happiness & that holiday.
I’m an absolute stress head, so you’d think that wedding planning would be my worst nightmare. But you’d be wrong. Here are my tried & tested life hacks for a stress free wedding.
We lived our champagne wedding on a lemonade budget, & there’s nothing stopping you doing the same with a bit of patience & a lot of nice.
The second post in my Wedded Bliss series pays homage to the ridiculously talented crafter companies that helped us have our wedding our way.
The first in this series is an ode to individuality. Although still a conventional English white wedding, we scrapped some of the standard traditions because they said nothing about us.
Change for the better is great & with new year motivation, this is the best time to do it, but putting pressure on yourself just because it’s January is unnecessary.
I thought I was good at buying gifts but I’ve massively been put to shame; my quirky, sentimental wife presents have been trumped by handmade fan presents.