Ahh, after ten months of planning, the day was here. October twenty-five dawned, a beautiful, clear, sunny fall day, with absolutely perfect temps. Since our wedding was at 7 PM, I slept until a reasonable hour and had a chill morning showering and checking my overnight bag was packed and not freaking out at all. Around 9 AM my bridesmaids, who were my sisters and Lynette, arrived at my apartment, armed with mini quiches and good cheer. We breakfasted leisurely…
Now that I have been married for …consults calendar… nine months, shall we chat a bit about the wedding? I enjoyed having this spot to brain dump when I was in the thick of wedding planning, and have been rather ghostly silent ever since. I always find I write more when I’m stressed or sad than when I am happy, and once again, it has proven to be my habit, as I am extraordinarily happy and cannot find it within…
Oreos, the desire of my eyes and the light of my life. My love affair with Oreos has spanned many years, so it seems only right that I take a moment to honor March 6th, the momentous National Oreo Day. I didn’t grow up eating many packaged foods at all, but I have two distinct childhood memories containing Oreos. 1. One day in passing, my mom sighed that life never contains enough cookies. Next thing we knew, my dad came…
Happy (almost) Valentine’s Day, my friends! I confess, I rather love this holiday. I love the sappiness, and the silly heart-shaped everything, and I love the food! Valentine’s Day brings about grilled steaks and luscious pastas and darling little chocolate mousses and lava cakes. It’s a chance to throw caution to the wind and make caprese salads with great slabs of mozzarella and drizzles of thick balsamic vinegar. It’s the time to try out that fried bread panzanella recipe you’ve…
All that is really left for me to complete my reverse Hallmark journey is to forget the true meaning of Christmas and spend Christmas Eve hastily churning out work to meet deadlines for my stringent boss.
Well, it’s not exactly mid-engagement. It’s 262 days since getting engaged, and 30 days till the wedding. You do the math. But who’s counting? (Me, I’m counting months and days and weeks and seconds, don’t mind me, and today it’s one month away!) So what does it feel like to be 89.7% of the way through my engagement? There are several primary emotions battling for top place, along with a plethora of secondary emotions because I am nothing if not…
Last week I moved to the apartment Ian and I will share in…65 days. Moving is odd, because afterward I feel exhausted and stressed and just want to go home and veg on my own couch. And I technically can, but then I realize that my house doesn’t feel like home, and I don’t know where anything is, and there is nowhere in the whole world I can go right now that feels quite homey. Of course, the feeling wears…
Hi Friends, First of all, if you are in the stage of life where yet another wedding post coming across your feed makes you weary, please just close your browser and go eat a chocolate chip cookie instead. I have often been you, and as such, I am very conscious at all times of talking too much about my wedding or love or any such thing. Do I still weary my friends with it? Probably, but you should see all…
Food I recently made brunch for a friend who is gluten-free. I decided upon shakshuka, one of my favorite meals to throw together, but wasn’t sure what carbs to eat it with, since I usually have it with a side of bread. And then inspiration struck me and I thought, why not grits! So I cooked up a pot of stone-ground grits full of butter, spooned a little bed onto each plate, and topped them with a hefty serving of…
My wedding dress shopping journey started before I was engaged to be married, but when we had been seriously talking about a life together. I went thrift shopping with my friend Lydia, because I’d heard rumor of a certain thrifting chain in Manhattan having wedding dresses, and it was a dream of mine to find my dress at a thrift store. Beyond the obvious perk of saving money, it’s just such a me thing. I mean, thrift shopping is basically…
Honey, sit down and let me tell you the story of my life. Or more specifically, the story of all my NYC moves, and the gray hairs I have earned over them. As anyone who knows anything about New York City knows, apartment shopping here is no joke. What is the opposite of a joke… maybe a funeral? If so, apartment shopping here is a funeral. Besides the small fact that everything costs as much each month as your great-grandparents…
A plague on your head, oh Tuesday, You reek like the sweat on my feet You suck my soul dry like a desert And at last, I admit defeat. I’ve tried to be joyful, and like you, I’ve tried to count blessings like sheep, I’ve tried to just buck up and take you, But every time, I fall in a heap. You’re worse than the long lines at Goodwill, You’re worse than a bleeding hangnail, You’re worse than…