One of the very first decisions that I made for the wedding was where I wanted to stay the night before we got married.
Mr. Jaguar was always planning on staying at our apartment and getting ready with his boys here—but his parents had other ideas, and he’s now going to spend the night before and the morning of the wedding there.
As for me, well, I’m not sure what it was that made my mind up so early, especially since I did this almost twelve months ago now, before I had any idea of where we were going to be living or what our apartment would be like. I had an impulse, I followed through, and I went with it. Looking back, it was probably a good decision—as much as I’d love to be at home and getting ready with my little Oscar-cat around me, my white gown would end up completely covered in tabby and white cat fluff!
So, in 90 days time, I’ll be getting ready at around this time, in a very cute little hotel room, surrounded by my mum and three best girls. We’re not staying in a fancy, harbour-side hotel; as nice as that would be, it’s not really in the budget, and we wanted something closer to our church and venues to keep car costs down. After a lot of research, I found a hotel that was in the middle of being completely revamped and looked perfect!