I ♥ YOUR PROPOSAL STORIES! (Also: promoting the blog & more wed obsessions!)

More on that loveliness in a few…


(Note: stories still being accepted)

Ok, so let me just say that the response to this has been AMAZEBALLS.  (Thank you, Michelle Ward, for turning me on to that one, by the way.)  I mean, I knew you guys would be into it, and I also knew you all had some pretty amazing stories to tell, but HELLO.  My inbox is flooded with heartwarming, well thought out, totally surprising, totally inspiring proposal stories that had me sitting on the edge of my seat yesterday with a tissue box at the ready.  And I have to say – the most surprising thing of all, so far?  The stories that have come in from the guys out there.  I don’t know how you came upon the site, where from or who recommended you visit, but I am SO GLAD YOU FOUND ME.  Because your proposal stories/photos/videos are RULING.  And by the way?  The stories I’m getting from all my females out there are equally as awesome – please don’t get me wrong, ladies.  I just felt compelled to give a z100 shout out to the fellas submitting their love-laden stories to the blog.  I didn’t expect it and it has made my year!  (Seriously, just wait until you read/see/watch these things.  I cannot wait to share them all!!!)

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Fun fact: the fiancé has been mostly a back-end guy (SHUT UP) when it comes to the site here.  However, recently he’s been trying his hand at a little TKB promotion.  He asked me some time ago for a handful of my business cards, with the intention of handing them to engaged girls near his workplace.  Every day he says he sees ladies with huge rocks on their fingers and he calls them all “missed opportunities.”  (In a business sense, not a nailing sense, obvs.)  He’s really serious about this, and because I admire his business sense, and have always felt I can trust his public and interpersonal appropriateness, I thought, hey, why not?  It’s not my first choice marketing approach, but he certainly wasn’t reinventing the wheel.  Well, last night I saw him in action…

Scenario one: He spies a young woman with a ginormous engagement ring.  STOPS in the middle of the crosswalk.  RUNS TO CATCH UP WITH HER.  She’s listening to music and walking briskly.  Taps her on the shoulder and somewhat smoothly shoves the card in her face.  RUNS AWAY FROM HER AND BACK TO ME.

Scenario dos: notices a young couple sitting a couple tables away from us at dinner.  Asks me: “can you tell if she’s wearing just an engagement ring, or both an engagement ring and a wedding ring?”  Me: “Why.”  Him: “You know why.”  I’m already a little wary of what’s about to go down, but I decide to go along with it, and I peer over to check her finger.  It’s dark, I’m half-committed to the operation anyway, and so I can’t make out anything.  Me: “Can’t tell.”  Him: I THINK IT’S ONE… I’M GOING FOR IT…”  Me: “No… wait, WHAT?  No… ok fine.”  (He’s already up when I say ok fine.)  She gets up, he asks her if she’s engaged or married… WEIRDED. OUT.  She says, “umm… I’m married.”  He still gives her the card because how weird would that have been if he just walked away from the scene?!  Card wasted? check.  Girl sufficiently weirded out? check.  Valiant, if misguided, effort by the fiancé? check.

I took the remaining cards back.  Actually, I didn’t have to say anything – he handed them over.

I am rethinking this approach.  But even more, I’m waiting for these girls to leave comments on the blog.  I expect they will go something a-like a-this:

“umm, hi alison, I like your site, I’m glad some random dude accosted me on the street/while I was enjoying dinner with my husband in a restaurant and shoved your card in my face.  I know I gave him the dirtiest of looks when he turned around, but your business card is kickass and I just had to visit.  So all in all, a win-win!”

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And now, since it was such a big freaking hit yesterday:


Remember that headgeartastic shot I threw in at the top of this post?  Here’s some more amazing amazingness, from Andrea and Marcus of Tag7 Photography

And a lil more…

Headpieces: Twigs & Honey
Dresses: KirstieKelly Bridal Sarah Seven
Shrug: Elizabeth Dye
Hair & Makeup: Erin SkipleyLauren Napier


Ok, I’m about to g0 heavy on the Tec Petaja love today, because, well, he is phenom.  So here we go…

Yep, he took this shot:

Satin belt: J. Crew / “Julianna” Dress: Christos / Photo: Tec Petaja / via WeddingBee


Here, by the way, is the Julianna in all its runway glory:


Watermelon Moon Farm- Lebanon

Obsessing over that sweet lil white frock she’s sporting.  Obsessing.

Watermelon Moon farmJoy Thigpen EnvironmentsOncewedLiz AgricolaB. Hughes


Details- Part II

Quick reminder that Father’s Day is June 20th this year.  So if you’ve got a Hubby or Popsicle (that’s what I affectionately call my Dad; yeah, you can steal it) who deserves a little special treatment, DO SOMETHING for him.  No pressure.  But keep in mind the fact that the World Cup games may be slightly more important to the man than family time in a cabin upstate.  Just sayin’. She learned the hard way.

xoxo!  -Alison

I almost forgot to ask: what are your thoughts on today’s obsessions – any standout faves?  And if you don’t feel like talking about that, then what are your plans for Father’s Day, if any?

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Can I borrow this?  I mean, you are done with it.  Sooooo…

Oh, and the shoes, too.  Thaaaaaanks!

Here’s why I love this dress (which was featured in one of Abby’s amazing real weddings on Style Me Pretty):

I’ve always been frustrated by two very conflicting desires I have for “THE DREAM” dress.  One desire is to have a gown that is simple, playful and girlie, which, for me, translates to just right above the knee.  Plus, everybody has a certain feature that they love about themselves, and for me, it’s my gams.  (And if you don’t have a feature that you love about yourself, STOP IT.  YOU’RE BEING TOO CRITICAL.  And if you’re really having trouble, ask someone if you must… in fact it’ll probably make your day.)  The other (equally strong) desire is to achieve a classic, elegant look, and not to appear foolish and/or stunted.  Which, for me, translates most likely to a floor-length gown.  I’ve always assumed that there’s really no in-between, aside from those mid-calf-cutting pedal pusher frocks.  And what I know for certain is that I will NOT wear a dress that cuts me off mid-calf.  Here’s a little history on that…

When I was younger, I didn’t look like what these 13- and 14-year-old-girls look like these days.  I don’t know why, maybe I didn’t drink enough hormone-laden milk products during my formative years.  Whatever.  I just didn’t look like a woman when I was a child.  And in more recent years, I’ve totally embraced that fact.  It gave me a few more years to be a kid, and for that, I’m grateful.  But it wasn’t doing me any favors back when I was living it.  The reason I’m telling you that story is because two features I haaaaaaaaaaaated about my body were calf 1 and calf 2.  I really, really, really hated them.  And I wasn’t yet the towering 5’4 I am now, so my legs were shorter… and I played soccer.  And my mother is German.  Sooooo… I had muscular calves.  I think they were the recessive and dominant genes available… it was my destiny.  They weren’t like these massive calves by any means, it’s just that everyone pointed them out, and how “powerful” they looked.  (Thanks, everyone, for that, by the way.)

When I think back on what they said, I realize that they were being more flattering than anything else, but you really can’t blame me.  I mean, come on, these were the puber-tastic days.  Puberty is defined as not being able to process the pointing out of extremely unique bodily features as a good thing.  That is the definition.  So I felt hopelessly different, and it totally made the issue far worse in my mind than it ever was.

Anywho, fast-forward a couple years later, and everything changed.  EH. VRUH. THUH.  I got those things the milk drinkers got – but they came about naturally, which was obviously best.  It was a case of latent (or maybe, appropriately-timed?) genetic onset.  And boy was life full of sunshine and lollipops from that point, forward.  (HAHAHH, just kidding.  Boobs and proportional legs do not a perfect life make, Heidi Montag Pratt.  But I think you already know that at this point.  Actually, do you?)

… Anyway, that kinda sorta in a roundabout way leads me to why I’m a fan of this dress.  It’s a sweet little combo of elegant, floor-length style, and tea-length playfulness, all rolled up into one heck of a gown.  With no mid-calf cutting of any kind!

Aaalllllright!  So!  Enough about me, eh?  Picture time:

About the dress, since you’re probably wondering: Melody (the bride) purchased it in Manhattan at Cheap Jack’s Vintage Store – I am NOT messing with you, this is real – and had it custom altered to fit her more modern aesthetic:

“My dress was purchased at Cheap Jacks Vintage store in Manhattan for $350. It has no tags, so it might be homemade, circa the 50’s/60’s.  It was full length and I had it cut off to be short in the front and long in the back, removed the straps and a pink flower applique, added a jeweled belt, and basically redesigned the entire thing…”

Yeah.  She wasn’t kidding around.  Amazing job, Melody.

By the way, this girl and I were separated at birth.  Evidence:

“My headpiece was purchased on Etsy. It’s actually three things all pinned on my head together because I couldn’t find one I liked by itself.”

My dear sister.  We are reunited at last.

Looooove what’s goin’ on with her MOH’s get-up, too:

And finally, my fave shot of the day, below.

Isn’t it lovely?  Isn’t it wooonderrrrrfuuul?

Credits, courtesy of Style Me Pretty:

Photographer: Craig Paulson / Venue: The Foundry in Long Island City / Wedding Dress: Purchased at Cheap Jack’s Vintage Store; custom altered by the bride / Shoes: Christian Louboutin / Hair Accessories: Twigs & Honey / Bride’s Tattoo: Marco Serio at Invisible NYC / Hair: Lisa Carroll from Tommy Guns salon in NYC / Maid of Honor’s dress: Foley and Corinna / MOH shoes: Calvin Klein / MOH hair piece: Latish Angeline

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