My friends, my buddies, my pals. Today is a special day here in Knottyland. For, today, I get to introduce you to our very first Bloggista. Whaaaaaaaat???? I KNOW. I’m trembling with delight and anticipation and also because this building shakes all day and I’m just generally trembling. But I assure you it is PRONOUNCED. Because holy heck, there is reason to be excited. You may already know Lena from her FANTASTIC blog, La Petite Coquin, where she shares the lovely bits that inspire her on the daily. And boy are they lovely, like, EVERY DAY. But if you haven’t yet become acquainted with this absolute firecracker of a young woman, you’ll be glad you met her today. Because, friends, if you at all enjoy the high jinks and general shenanigans of yours truly, you will undoubtedly enjoy the s*** out of Lena. More so. Much more so. The things she says to me on Twitter, alone, leave my stomach aching from aggressive, sustained bouts of laughter pain. Now, fyi, she says way too many nice things about me in this post today, so do me a favor and please ignore all of them. Kthanks.
Ok, without further adieu…
Take it away, Lena! P.S. – Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok now I’m done. Take it away, for real this time.
Hello, Knottie girls-I’m Lena, popping over from La Petite Coquin for my very first guest post. It feels like the first day of school, which is apt since lots of kids are steaming back into school this week in Northern California-I’m nervous, my clothes are significantly too warm for the weather and even though I feel like I’ve known y’all for years, I’m nervous.
See, La Petite Coquin is a reflection of my best self. The girl who whips up a Hollandaise on Saturday morning and delivers a magnificent dish of eggs norvégienne to her sweetheart in bed. Who picks out her clothes the night before. Who calls her grandmother and hums the starting pitch for “Happy Birthday” before she answers the phone. And really, I am that polished, pulled together girl.
About 65% of the time.
My posts here on The Knotty Bride, on the other hand, are courtesy of the other 35% of me–she appears after a few cocktails with girlfriends, or a few too many work emails. You may have met this girl in the comments section of your own blogs saying completely ridiculous things. She may have hid Doritios and Martha Stewart Weddings magazines under the bed when her sweetheart came home unexpectedly in the first few weeks they lived together. Sadly, JB saw the Real Housewives of Wherever on TV and mortified me in a face mask, so it was only a matter of time before he figured out that the girl with monogrammed notes cards also loved processed cheese and a lot of other things I would never let on. At least not sober.
Here’s hoping that my time on The Knotty Bride doesn’t turn me into a drunk.
But can you blame me for being super duper nervous, trotting out crazy-comments Lena out for the world to see?
Now that you all know my deepest fears and insecurities–just a normal thing to share on someone else’s wedding blog, right?–let’s get right down to some seriously sexy boudoir. Nothing like a gorgeous half naked woman to ease those first day of school butterflies!
I first fell in love with the Knotty Bride (and Alison, because how can you resist Alison?) for the boudoir. Real weddings and engagements and inspiration shoots make me feel all warm and fuzzy, but there’s nothing like a set of boudoir photographs to remind you to pull out the good panties and shave the tops of your legs, too. No, I’m the only one who thinks I can get away with just the calves? It’s San Francisco, dammit, and I haven’t worn a skirt without tights since October!
An-e-way: when Alison put out the APB for guest bloggers, I had visions of half clothed photo shoots and myself being as hilarious as Alison. It’s fine that there are only scantily clad ladies this week; I’ll get the hang of this typed humor thing, and I’ll get more comfortable with the phrase “amazeballs”. In the meantime, please let me sit with you at lunch?
The incomparable Laura Boyd of Rue Boudoir was generous enough to share some of her gorgeous boudoir shots of Sasha, a smolderingly gorgeous girl who wanted to surprise her boyfriend (lucky guy!) and capture her hot, youthful body in its prime. Don’t let Sasha make you feel bad about yourself, or put down that peanut butter-Fluff sandwich, though–my bet is that as stunning as Sasha is, Laura’s the kind of photographer who’d make you feel downright sexy. Her Manhattan studio has sixteen different boudoir sets, so it’s not like you have to trot your ass, no doubt aching from the last minute lunges, into some strange hotel and strip down.
Oh, and my favorite thing about Laura? Her absolutely fantastic sense of humor–just check out that sex kitten, who gives Bambs a run for his money when he’s working on wooing Alison.
No doubt if Laura photographed my half dressed self, most of the photos would be of me all out cracking up. And isn’t a woman at her very best when she’s laughing?
xoxo! – Lena, La Petite Coquin