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My name is Belle & this is my blog.
I love my fiancé, Rick, and we love our bulldog, Rigby. Our house, is a home. I like taking photos. I like dressing up. I have the travel bug. I spend most of my money on books, polaroids and diet coke. I really do believe love makes the world go round.
(A new dress here or there helps too.)
This year, Rick and I have jumped right into Wedding planning. We have possibly found our venue, I’ve got a few deadlines set in regards to my Wedding dress, we’ve started our designs for invites and favours, celebrant & photographer are sorted, and I’m spending a lot of my spare time researching and putting together our ideas for our special day so they can become reality.
I kind of loving Wedding planning. But maybe that’s because I love my future husband so much?
It’s nearly been a whole year since this boy proposed to me. I can’t believe how quickly it’s gone, or that very soon I will be able to say “I get married in 12 months!” …before I know it I’ll be Mrs Lavers.
Woah!
(In a good “woah” way of course!)
So far this week, I’ve fallen in love with my engagement ring all over again, wore a bright coral pleated skirt to work, made love heart shapes with my fingerprints & appreciated the rain we’ve been having the past two days.
And tonight, I re-arranged my books. Like a complete loser. BUT - by doing so, I realised Fishpond has sent me three different books, twice. I would never of known had I not sorted through them all. Not that knowing I have 3 of the same books is anything but useless. (I already said I was loser okay?)
All tonight has made me realise is how badly I want to go book shopping.
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We’ve been engaged for 3 months now, yet every time I catch a glimpse of my ring I find myself staring at it for ages, in complete awe. I couldn’t be happier with Rick’s choice, not only because it’s the style I’ve always wanted, vintage, elegant and romantic - I would of picked it myself, but because he picked it himself and loves it just as much as I do. I remember when we were looking at rings innocently in a catalog once, he said he knows what I like but ultimately he wants to pick it himself still so the ring represents him as well. And I really think it does represent us. And I love it. Not as much as I love him though.
God, I’m so lovey dovey lately I’m making myself sick.
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