Oh hello there, everyone. Happiest of afternoons to your faces! I hope your day is going pleasantly… is this something I can safely assume? Do you mind if I just go ahead and assume it? Great. Ok, here comes me talking…
I’ve got something very serious to talk about today, and it’s about being true to myself, as well as finally putting something to rest.
But FIRST, I saw this on the Today Show this morning and wanted to share it with you. Look at the smiley face built out of words below. The first four words you notice are supposed to be descriptive of you and your personality. Ok, GO:
By the way the first four words I saw, in order, were passionate, naive, charismatic and sentimental. Actually, full disclosure: I saw “mental” before I realized it was part of the larger, “sentimental.” I don’t know if that’s relevant… but I kind of feel that that’s relevant.
What did you see? BE HONEST. It’s more fun that way. Ok, now onto the real topic of this post.
Here’s the thing. Sometimes, and especially in a career like mine, there are moments. Moments when one has to sit back and y’know, really assess the mission. For me, this refers to the occasional struggle to remind myself that, no matter what, the mission here is and always has been to motherf***ing keep it real. This, it isn’t news. But that does not mean that I sit here confident and reckless; I am human. I have feelings, I have insecurities and I have concerns. And so, I sometimes hesitate when diving into a topic, or worry if I should delete this reference or that word or this or that image – this is only natural, given the reality of my situation, which is a constant acquisition of new lovely readers, advertisers, and friendships within the industry. I’m human, I don’t want to offend anyone’s sensibilities or take an unnecessary jab at someone’s taste, because chances are that that someone could be and probably is a reader, at this point in TKB’s existence. But at the same time, I also try my best to encourage myself to just keep on keeping it motherf***ing rizzeal.
I’m sure you understand that this can sometimes introduce conflict within me. Stifle my gangsta flow. Here I am, the real me; I will not lie about these things. And yes, there is that constant hanging concern that I might step out too far one day, and risk pissing somebody, somewhere, off. Much in the way I just pissed off people who love grammar, by ending that sentence with “off,” for example. But it is especially during these challenging moments, these difficult moral dilemmas, that I, Alison, close my eyes and call upon that majestic light in the darkness, that nothing if not wholly morally-driven femme fatale, that goddess of doing the right thing… the one, the only, Kim Kardashian.
Because Kim K? When she planned a lavish wedding involving innumerable honest, caring, invested and hard-working wedding vendors, and then totally slapped that wedding in the face upon her discovery that the day wasn’t going to provide a strong enough tsunami of memories to sustain a lifetime of meaningless marriage with a man she kind of doesn’t know… in all of these decisions, she didn’t let ‘morals,’ or ‘her brain’ or ‘her fans’ trust’ or ‘well-thought-out-decision making’ or ‘that guy she married’ or ‘an appropriate courtship period for two people who don’t live near one another and therefore probably haven’t discussed deeply relevant issues intrinsic to the fabric and foundation of what it means to have a successful marriage’ interfere. NO. She did her. The way I do me. She kept it real, Kim-style. She didn’t let ANY OF THOSE THINGS stand in the way of flippanty acting upon her deepest desires no matter how ridiculous; desires which are, in themselves, driven-entirely-by-deep-seated-unresolved-insecurity-issues-that-developed-in-her-formative-years-and-rule-her-every-decision-which-is-a-bad-thing-in-the-long-run-and-really-someone-should-step-in-with-some-therapy-but-not-Dr-Drew-he’s-in-it-for-the-wrong-reasons-now-and-is-nothing-like-the-man-I-so-loved-listening-to-on-LoveLine-with-what-turned-out-to-be-that-kinda-douchy-Adam-Corolla. Point is, Kim follows her heart, and doesn’t let the static of ‘loved ones’ or ‘healthy thinking’ interfere.
And so. I, Alison, inspired by the insane behavior of that unbridled sexpot of a hot air balloon, will do the undoable. I. will. answer. this reader question.
I’m dying to know, how do you really feel about mustaches?
PS – I hope this question makes the blog.
First, I am your dreamweaver because this is me granting your wish. Second, thank you for what I am certain is a highly sarcastic, but extremely relevant question. I can tell you’ve been privy to my occasional tweets concerning the trend, as well as my rare but fiery moments of lamenting about it right here on the blog. Most everyone who visits me and reads the randomness herein knows at least a little bit about my position on Ye Ol’ Mustache Prop. And I’ll have you know that it is my immense pleasure to answer your question, on the double.
Let’s get to it: How do I, Alison, feel about the meteoric rise of what has now become the most overused, omnipresent prop of our age?
Ahh yes, the mustache. Or is it moustache? Ahh, who knows, who cares. Anyway the mouzestasche is a trend for which I’ve been around since its beginnings. Which are who the hell knows where. Just somebody started making mustache wands, and they happened to go really well with photo booths, relaxed the guests into tantalizing states of willingness to *be themselves* and to explore the inner comedian/comedienne within, and so, it was written. The trend was born. Don’t quote me on that. I just don’t have the time or interest to discover its true origins, and I doubt you really want to know them, either. So, moving on.
As someone who has seen the trend persevere through seasons upon seasons, and then upon additional seasons, and then through even more seasons on top of those previously mentioned seasons, and then a few more seasons (← these were the seasons that really shocked us), and then beyond the seasons everyone was SURE it was about to die out… as someone who has seen this happen, I can tell you from experience that this mustache prop thing? It isn’t going away.
But you know what? I will have you know that I, like most, totally loved the trend when it started. And I’ll continue to feature weddings involving the mustache prop, because I get how much fun and joy it can bring to a party. I get it, I do! I do. But it was around forever ago that I used to wish, DREAM even, that people would stop it already with the mustache wands. And the mugs with the little mustaches opposite where you sip, so it looks like you’re wearing a mustache while you drink your tea. And the stationery with the little mustaches on it. And yada yada yada. Because it just seemed to be showing up EVERYWHERE I TURNED. And I soon found that, as I spoke out about it, there were countless others who felt similarly – nay, shared my dream – and prayed, once closeted in their hate, for the demise, finally, of the mustache prop.
And then something happened. You see, I’ll readily admit to my hope that the ‘mustache prop’ doesn’t live on forever, but that is an emotion based purely upon my desire as a wedding blogger to see weddings and, as it were, wedding submissions, continue to evolve and find new ideas, new trends, and new ways to wow our collective face RIGHT OFF OF OUR FACE’S FACES.
And then this happened, right in my face:
↑ the ironic homage discussed below, form of: cotton candy ↑
Friends, can we join hands, for a minute? What we are witnessing today is the evolution of the mustache prop. It was a matter of time before this transpired. What is *this* you ask? It is a welcomed nuance on a trend that has seen its last days. Please? Let’s agree that it’s its last days, that it’s seeing? Please can we? Anyway, I’m so totally excited right now, because what this FREAKING ADORABLE couple has shown us is what I’m going to call, “The Ironic Homage to Ye Ol’ Overdone Mustache Prop.” [← COINED]
Ok I’m gonna return from the moon now, and join y’all back on Earth.
I’m truly excited to share with you guys the fab shoot and write-up I received from Kristen, the beautiful bride who sent in today’s FANTASTIC engagement session shot by Valerie Wheeler of VNW Photography. It’s sort of the only shoot I’ve seen recently that featured mustaches I would totally back, personally. In real, not to mention badass, form (Ryan’s face) and in prop form (ironically, ‘course).
Now inhale the rest of their adorbs shoot, and revel in their unstoppable silliness:
From that gorgeous young lady named Kristen:
I am a small gal, squeaking in at 5’1, madly in love with a 6’6 fella. We constantly get stares and our friends and family poke fun at our size difference. We have come to the realization that as we grow old together I will have neck problems and he will have back problems. ;)Ryan and I may be opposite in size but I couldn’t ask for a better match! We wanted to use the stool in our engagement pictures to poke fun at ourselves. We ended up using the feet picture as our save the dates.
We got a lot of help with props from our family. The blanket in our pictures was made by Ryan’s great great grandma and is on the foot of our bed. The binoculars were his great great great grandpas. And I borrowed the vintage camera from my aunt. We wanted our pictures to be “us” as much as possible. We are huge fans of the outdoors and frequently camp and hike. We chose to shoot at Casper Wilderness Center….sigh
One thing we share is a love for folk and bluegrass music. I grew up listening to bluegrass with my grandparents. 6 years ago I told Ryan (when we were just friends) that I was going to marry someone that could play the banjo….so he learned. That was settled, we must get married! We had to incorporate that into our pictures. Ryan is a great guitar player but wouldn’t ever sing for me. For our second Valentine’s Day together he took me on a hike to a waterfall. He brought out his guitar and played and SANG, “Wagon Wheel”. That is “our song” now. During our shoot our creative and amazing photographer, Valerie Wheeler, had us sit on a bench at the Balboa Pier near a banjo playing street performer. You can imagine both of our delight when he started playing that song. It was perfect!!!
Our photographer, Valerie Wheeler, is an extremely lovely lady and has a huge heart. I was telling her about the challenged athletes my company works with and how we donate prosthetic legs and fundraise to provide running clinics to improve their mobility. She insisted that we donate $100 to the challenged athlete’s foundation.
(And then Kristen says a bunch of really sweet things about TKB that I’m embarrassed to let you see here, but arrogant enough to want the world to be cognizant of the existence of said words.)
p.s. - You may notice Ryan is wearing a MANgagement ring. He is the most adorable guy and said he wanted people to know he was engaged too and insisted we got him a ring. He will get his “real ring” (his late grandfather’s ring) on the day we get married.
p.s.s. - how did you convince your Honey to get the frenchie lub bug!? I’m trying to convince Ry we NEED one too!!! So far it’s been a 5 year process. haha
Kristen, I fear I can’t offer much help with regard to Bambino. It was Honey who lobbied for a dog, hard, over the span of at least year or two, before I succumbed to what is now my pride and joy. Really, it was a matter of time. How could I resist this monster face? How?
So, friendlies, do tell… (please note, you don’t need to have read my soliloquy on mustaches to comment, but if you do read it, be sure to read it in full, as it constitutes a personal evolution of sorts)…
1) What were your four words? If you care to share.
2) What is your position on mustaches and weddings? I’m referring to any and all inanimate props and crafty creations that resemble or constitute the ‘mustache’ look, not the type that come with a face.
3) Do you have any favorite props for engagement shoots and/or weddings? Are you a fan of props in general?
xoxo! - Alison
Photography: Valerie Wheeler, VNW Photography / Submitted by lovely reader and real bride, Kristen