Welcome to the third and final part of my ‘How to Get Married in Las Vegas’ trilogy. If you’d like a quick recap, feel free to disappear for a few minutes while you catch up with parts I & II. But if you’re ready to get stuck in – congratulations, you’ve done all the hard work! The planning is over. You’ve landed in Las Vegas and booked into your hotel – apart from grabbing yourself a tequila, what happens next?…
Last week, I looked at how to choose your wedding venue and what extras you should pay for. This week, I cover what happens after you’ve chosen your venue. Ask questions Even if the reviews are good, once you’ve decided on your venue I’d still recommend phoning to have a chat – this is your wedding day after all. I called Chapel of the Flowers to ask a bunch of questions and see how helpful the staff were. As it…
9 years ago Ian and I stood in a gazebo in 90° heat and said I do. The sun was shining brightly in a picture perfect sky where there wasn’t a cloud in sight. There were 3 other people there to share the day with us: a photographer, a videographer, and a minister. As we nervously read out loud the vows we’d written, we made a promise to love each other unconditionally and always be true. On the 2nd of October,…
The older I get, each year seems to pass by in the blink of an eye. I’m constantly aware of the many things I still want to achieve and quite honestly, I feel like time is running away from me. Hours turn into days, days turn into weeks and the weeks turn into months. The older I get, the more anxious I become about trying to figure out how I can steer myself in the direction of the dreams I…
As I stood looking out across fields of green, my heart sank. Nothing. Judging by the photos on the website I thought they would be the centre-piece of the park, but they weren’t. I knew I’d left it a little late as the exhibition had already been on for a number of months, but I was certain I’d still get to see at least some of the sculptures. I sulked like a small child for a few moments, they were…
While most people use Sunday morning to have a much-needed lie-in or recover from a hangover or have a lie in because they have a hangover, I much prefer to get up early, put my trainers on and head out for a run. The best part of the day (in my humble opinion), is the morning. It’s full of new possibilities and I find if my morning starts off well, the rest of the day follows suit. Also, there’s something…
If there’s an opportunity to visit a National Trust garden, I’m there. With my camera in hand, I love nothing more than having a meander around the pretty floral grounds getting lost in my own little world. I’m pretty sure I make the worst company ever. Wandering off to explore as many pathways as possible, I regularly leave my daytime playmate to entertain themselves. While I love the gardens, my best friend is more partial to castles. Whenever we go…
Walking along the dusty track with a sea of yellow stretched out in front of us, I realised it was about time I opened my heart – and my mind. Having fallen in love with the Lake District 15 years ago, I’ve never really welcomed the idea of exploring somewhere new. And even though I like to think of myself as someone who’s open to change, the reality is I’ve been stuck slap bang in the middle of my comfort…
When I recently told a friend how much I liked baking, she looked horrified. ‘But all that mess!’ she exclaimed. She’s right – it definitely causes a mess – but as I’ve mentioned before, I’d choose getting covered in flour and icing sugar over cooking an evening meal any day. Knowing how much I enjoy baking, for my birthday Ian bought me Ms. Cupcake’s book ‘The Naughtiest Vegan Cakes in Town’, and words cannot express how much I love it.…