GIRL TALK: I can’t wait to have a baby/potentially lose everything I hold dear aside from that baby.

Ah, babies.

Aren’t they the worst?  Jk, jk, I love babies, I do.  They smell like warm pancakes on a crisp November morning while sitting in a room full of babies.

Oo did you hear?  Kate Middleton’s having one.  I heard she’s so excited she can’t stop throwing up.  Every morning.

Recently another friend of ours announced she was pregnant – I can’t wait to touch her baby.  I know that sounds weird but I look forward to handling her baby constantly.  So yeah– that makes approximately everyone we know, is pregnant.  Or is pregnant and already has children.

No pressure.

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DEAR TKB: “I feel like my bridesmaid is trying to upstage my day… and I can’t understand why she would do this.”

Happy Tuesday afternoon, folks!  Alison here, blogging from the lovely Las Vegas at WPPI, and kind of wishing I didn’t have to go back to NY after THIS AMAZING WEATHER OUT HERE.  I mean… people LIVE like this, in nice weather most of the year?  I am officially addicted to the sunshine.

Ok, moving right along, today’s question from a reader is a doozie, not to mention, a not-so-unusual problem brides can have.  I’d love to hear your thoughts for Miss E., and if you have any advice for her!  As always, I’m just one li’l ol’ person in a sea of advice-having people, and I think Miss E will appreciate whatever you may have to say.  Alrighty, here we go…..

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LETTER TO RYAN GOSLING + REAL LIFE ISSUES | Do the holidays test your relationship? Plus: Pinterest Finds, and a Classic Ryan Gosling Move.

Happy day, lovers.  Seeing as it’s evening-time, I’m feeling especially excited that you’re with me.  Thanks for sticking around for this HUGE POST that I, once again, put way too much effort into.  Anyway, it’s so lovely to have you back for a new week.  Tell me, how are you?  Did you have a good weekend?  How was dinner, since it’s pretty close to bed time at the moment.  More importantly, are you gearing up for another Thanksgiving?  It’s approximately five seconds away, just so you know.  By now you probably know where you’re celebrating it… right?  So, will it be at your own home?  Your family’s home?  Your partner’s family home?  Both homes; one for dinner, then mad rush to the other for dessert?  A restaurant equidistant between your respective places of birth?  A grassy knoll measured out beforehand to be exactly half-way in distance between your family and your partner’s family, so no one gets offended?

Ok, actually, I’ve gotta get something off my chest.  Bear with me?  I have a quick message for my Bizarro World BF Ryan Gosling before we get into today’s Real Life Relationship Issue…

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“THE FIRST FOUR WORDS DESCRIBE YOU” + REAL TALK | I have discovered the wedding trend of my ironic, hipster dreams. Also, Kim Kardashian is my hero?

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:

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SOUTHERN WEDDING STYLE | lace cake + seersucker suits + the perfect bridesmaids’ dress + generally stellar Southern styling! | Also, men make the strangest requests.

HAPPY AFTERNIZZLE, DARLINGS!

Aright here we go… I believe it was Friday, girls and boys, when we stumbled upon something I believe I will choose never to speak of again on this blog.  Something so hilariously in bad taste, something so phenomenally beyond the pale of what should happen on television, let alone in reality… something so redonkulously redonk, that I – well, simply put, I have very few to no words to speak on it. {Continue reading…}

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