Month: December 2009

auld lang pine*

I had to come back for a minute and share with you some quality insight from my brigadier of honor, with regard to the rosette dress in the previous post. I am even going to do that fancy thing where I put it in blockquote...

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the hunt is on

Hi! How are you? I am fine. I am back from Virginia, and more importantly, I am back with two bridal stores under my belt.* The first store was rather, erm, traditional. I should have known something was up when I asked the...

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winter holiday

If you’re looking for some last minute gifts, you can’t go wrong with half a nightie and whiskey toothpaste. Frankly, I think the copywriters for this ad from the November 1960 House Beautiful had been brushing their...

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dress list

Wow. Another wedding dress post. You guys must be ecstatic. You probably woke up today and hurried...

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overthinking alert

I never intended to start a theme, here, but I’m officially going to call this week out as dress week. Because dresses seem to be all I’m thinking/writing about lately. Today I began making appointments at bridal...

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senses fail, indeed

So. I was supposed to be out sailing the seas of the internet, looking for a wedding dress. I have not done this. Oh sure, I’ve “looked” at wedding dresses online, in the sense that my retinas have perceived...

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it’s a whole nother world out there

Last Friday I came across Say Yes To The Dress on television. I laughed, I cried, I was horrified, etc. You know the drill. The hands-down freakiest moment was this episode-capping voiceover by the narrator: “There’s a...

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and the cake was from safeway

I can’t get this Offbeat Bride post out of my mind. More specifically, I can’t get this quote out of my mind: “And the cake was from SAFEWAY.” Yes, the bride wrote the name of the grocery store in all...

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bits and bobs

The other night I was standing in line at the post office, waiting to pick up a package. A woman wearing baggy pants, a deeply creased face, and bright red lips shuffled up behind me. She tapped me on the shoulder. “Is...

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