I’m in my mid 20’s, I am married (as of 7/17/2010) and according to my husband I am the perfect combination of beauty (he has to say that though because he loves me) and weirdo (I think he just thinks I’m weird because he’s never lived with a girl).
I’m a recovering shy person that used to not like who she was. That’s not the case anymore.
I typically lack the ability to control the volume of my voice. Yeah - I’m a loud talker.
I’ve blogged since before it was cool. The first 2 and a half years of my college life are pretty well chronicled, although it’s mostly humorous stories and small insights into my dating life.
I live to entertain - I love making people laugh, I also enjoy throwing parties, happy hours, and casual get-togethers.
My sisters will attest that I was not fashionable for the first 20 years of my life. That’s a lie. OK, it’s not, but I love fashion now and have discovered how to properly style myself.
Despite loving fashion and pretty things I hate to shop. When I go to a store I know exactly what I’m looking for, and once I’ve purchased it I go home. I can’t make myself scan racks for hours on end looking for a deal, I have some amazing friends that possess that ability and alert me.
Shoes - I like ‘em. The sassier the better.
My style - A little bit of everything, preppy, edgy, classic. I would be so content to wear resort-wear for the rest of my life.
I’m an avid horseback rider and I competed in college. Since entering the real world and getting a real job (I work in corporate marketing and PR) I haven’t had much time for it. I’m looking to change that.
I love sushi - I lived in Japan for almost 4 years when I was younger (airforce brat) and I fell in love with Japanese food. I could eat rice for every meal. I could also eat cereal for every meal but that’s besides the point.
I love to cook and bake.
I really love design. Whether it’s a nicely arranged room, architecture, or great product packaging - I love it.
I’m a firm believer that you can’t love someone else until you learn to love who you are. It took me awhile to learn that.
I’m feeling a desperate need to own a black mini skirt. On my honeymoon I discovered that I brought zero skirts, mostly because every skirt I own is entirely too much business. I need something that can go dressy or casual, preferably something jazzier than a jersey knit.
A coworker tipped me off to a cute mini at BR on sale for $10 - but she saw it a week and a half ago. I might make a desperate trip tomorrow to see if i can scoop one up. I need to find a reasonably priced item, just paid for a wedding/honeymoon and now my car is in the shop (isn’t that always the case - car breaks down after you’ve already made a huge purchase for something else?)
So I discovered that the hardest thing about a wedding is not going ape shit when someone royally messes up. Shit hit the fan and I had a smile plastered on my face all day. I got several comments like “You seem so calm and happy!” when really I just wanted to go on a face punching rampage. I play it off well I guess.
So, here’s the sitch - our reception site manager told us several times - our tables seat 10 people. She even confirmed this when I met with her on Wednesday this week. Well, today (the day before the wedding), the tables magically shrunk and she called us at 4:45pm to tell us that the tables will only seat 9.
Well shit, because now we have to add more tables, rent more linens, and get more centerpieces, which, although a pain in the ass, wouldn’t be a big deal expect that she called at 4:45 and everything closes at 5pm. Luckily I hired a wedding planner who busted her ass and got a hold of the rental company and the florist.
I spent the rest of the day emailing/texting/calling my mother and FMIL to rearrange the seating - a task that took us a week the first time. It’s also a shame because we had to throw out all our place cards, which I worked several hours on with my fiance. Instead, we’re doing a table assignment poster which we’ll be running over to Kinkos at 7:45am to get printed.
Moral of the story is that I am up waaaaay too late on the night before my wedding (hello 1am) and I treated myself to a new pair of shoes today because I deserved them (they’ll be my wedding dancing shoes).