Wedding Bonanza

So… in addition to getting a new job, I’m in a flurry of wedding activity.  

More to come!

Seriously, this weekend.

Promise, promise.



Rolla’costahs & Freebies. Oh, and Wedding Dresses Too!

Oh my goodness.  I tried on wedding dresses today!

Oh my goodness.  I bought my wedding dress today!

Oh my goodness.  I’m having buyers remorse today.

Don’t worry, it’s totally expected.  I once vomited after buying a Versace cocktail dress (and sweater, and jacket, and jeans, and Versus t-shirt).  I blamed it on too many adorable, hand-held bottles of champagne (with pink straws!), but I truly believe it was a wicked buyer hangover that started the immediate moment I left the store.   Seriously, Versus Vertigo.  True story.  I digress.

So, yes, for reals, it’s a beautiful dress, and best yet, I even scored a 30% discount on it which means: I. Came. Under. Budget.

I know, I couldn’t believe it either.

It totally helps justify my rapid-fire trip to Victoria’s Secret this morning.  I spent 7-minutes in the store; therefore averaging only $13.72 per minute.   When you look at it that way: nada mucho.  BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!

Artsy?  No.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry Bomb!

I got the very last make-up bag in the store, free with my purchase.  Bonus! And at an $85 value?  Recrunching my numbers that puts me only at $1.57 per minute.  That’s less than the cost of a school lunch in the late 90’s.  Trust me, I know.

Ok, so one could question the validity of the VS make-up bag pricing, but I refuse to look a gift Angel in the mouth.

So, long story short – not only did I get free stuff this morning, I bought a wedding dress.  Save for a string of shitastic emails that sent me into a chardonnay-slugging fit this morning, my day was pretty damn boss.  Not to mention I got to spend some time with some of the classiest dames I know.

Back to the couch I go, Maraschino cherry-filled glass of inexpensive champagne in hand (and paint-stained sweats on).

PS: I just ordered sugar cane for a recipe, and I’ve never worked with it before.  I just hope it’s not of the ‘parrot treat’ variety.  #PollyWantAnOvenBakedHam?


A glass or two deep…

I put in a full day at the office, celebrated a dear friends birthday (surprise!) and still make it home on the couch before 9:00 PM… watching Elf nonetheless.

I deem this Saturday, Ahhsome.

Jammie time! (And maybe one more Chardonnay.)



Bye Mister Narwhal…

And here, we, go…

Ok, I get it, most folks nowadays have blogs.  I’ve dabbled into the blogosphere both personally and professionally, and I figure, ‘what the hell’?Moi.

Let’s give it a go.

So who am I?

  • I’m in my thirties, and trying to figuring that out.
  • I’m planning my wedding, and I am completely clueless.
  • I’m decorating my first home, and have discovered that I am absolutely terrified of the commitment that comes with putting a nail in the wall.
  • And, much to my lovable Mister’s chagrin, I mange to: Never. Ever. Ever. Stick to a budget (see #2).

All that aside, I do know a few things.

  • I’m very fortunate to travel to some of the most amazing (usually tropical) places in the world, yet I love nothing more than being at home.
  • I have an unhealthy obsession with unnecessarily expensive fashion, yet I spend 90% of my time in a supersoft hoodie.
  • I adore fine champagne almost as much as my favorite $8 Chardonnay.
  • I don’t have kids (yet), but I do have cats… and yes, they are awesome.
  • I have discovered that I rather enjoy being domestic when I’m not working 50+ hours per week.
  • And above all, there are quite a few lovely ladies (and fabulous fellas) that are in the same boat as me.

They say 30 is the new 20, so I guess this is growing up.