We’re not doing the traditional garter toss (tell that to my mom who bought me two already!), but I plan on wearing a garter on the wedding day. Why am I wearing an otherwise unnecessary item?
Because my garter needs to hold something special: my inhaler. I’m not having a purse, nor am I having my things carried by a MOH. I just need my inhaler. And maybe my lip gloss. 
My uncle is making it for me (this one is from Oriental Trading Co.):

While most garters are sexy and alluring, this one is nerdy and lame.
And I love it. I feel like a special agent, only instead of a gun on my thigh, it’s my gateway to happy breathing: my albuterol inhaler! I can only imagine Mr. Kiwi’s face when I haul my skirt up to get a puff.
Good times, ladies, good times.
Oh my gosh! I’m a diabetic and wear an insulin pump. I have a nasty garterish type thing I usually wear with skirts and dresses, but this is way better. And in all honesty, it’s not that bead looking when you consider its purpose.