if ever i have a child...

what a ridiculous sobbing mess i will be at every tiny little life moment. jesus. 


today on my way to work, winding through cambridge streets and being cut off by various massholes that don't know how to drive (what is it with this place?), i happened upon a man standing on the side of the road with a long piece of cardboard. he had written on it "lost my job. lost my house. i have a fourteen year old girl and my wife left. i'd like to get my daughter something for christmas. please help." now, regardless of his story and his truth this made my eyes well up and a huge lump catch in my throat. it hurt to look. it hurt to look away. and then for the rest of my commute i listed in my head all of the things i am so, so grateful for and arrived at 7:50 still crying and frantically wiping my face and pinching myself in hopes i would quit it. 


then! then, hours later, i'm looking through photos of a college friend who just got married this fall. in almost every single one of the photos from her wedding she is laughing her huge laugh. besides making me miss her/college, it made me so insanely happy for her. heart-achingly happy for her. and i started to cry with this happiness. 


what is wrong with me? 




since when did i turn into my mother? 

and one more, because apparently i'm on a posting bender

Will and I knew we wanted rings like these before we had even got engaged. That idea hasn't changed in over two years. But this weekend we discussed what we each wanted, and lately I've been mad about stacking rings. So for me, I'm fairly certain that's what I'm going to do.

Combined with my engagement ring:

And with a thin fingerprint ring like the one I linked above.

I think I'll keep it at four rings max, maybe five. All of them will be very thin.

All of those photos are rings that are found on Etsy. I don't know how to link photos because I'm almost entirely helpless when it comes to computer stuff.


And now I'll stop posting this crap. Clearly everything I said in the first post from today about how I'm not obsessed with weddings is a complete lie.

i forgot!

cost of stamps for the save the dates: 29 bucks.

the stamps cost more than that total cost of the save the dates. score!

just so you know

I've been talking with my roommate(s) about this whole blog thing and as it sort of bothers me I just thought I'd do an ol' blog post on it. Just so you're aware, dear readerfriend of mine, I'm not a jerk. I'm not writing this blog because I'm obsessed with money and talking about prices,  nor because I'm a brat that is completely in love and enjoys splashing that fact all over the internet in really ridiculous ways (ahem, lastnight'spost). I'm not writing this blog because I'm obsessed with weddings, or because I'm a bridezilla (whatever that means anyway) or because I'm self-absorbed and think you should care about every little detail in my life leading up to marriage. Maybe I care too much about what others think, but I'd just like to make perfectly clear that those above points are not reasons I am writing this blog. The reason as stated before, has to do with being newly engaged and looking online at wedding blogs and finding the most beautiful ideas for insane amounts of money. It felt a bit ridiculous, and I wanted to show that you can do things with a lower budget and still have it be insanely dreamy. I'm not posting prices/discussing prices for any other reason then I want to show you exactly the cost, so if you or someone you know is getting married you can look at it and feel not in the least overwhelmed like I did.


Also I sometimes find myself sounding a bit judgmental. Or at least I worry that I come across like that. I want you to know that in no way whatsoever am I everevereverever a judgmental person. I would hate to come across as that. Really, you should do as you please. A best friend of mine, who isn't even engaged nor has even a boy in her life at the moment, knows that when she gets married she is going to have the poofy white dress and the new last name and the crazy traditional bridesmaids dresses and wedding songs and bouquet toss and the whole dang shebang. I love that! She dreams about it and talks about it and knows that is what she wants without a single doubt. And I love that about her, and I couldn't imagine it any other way. You really should just do what you want. For me and for Will it is going to look a bit different because that's just how we envision it. To each his own. So please please know that when reading this blog. I'm not a jerk. I'm not obsessed with money. I'm not judging your wedding for being traditional, or not traditional, or anything in between. 


The End.

weekend bits o' loooove

It's been awhile, so hello to you. 
I'm sitting here with a most delicious beer and a veggie stir-fry settled in my belly in a most comfortable way. It was leftovers from last night's dinner with Will, and it makes me happy to eat it because it reminds me that he was just here, having dinner with me. This weekend was pure bliss. Will came down to spend his birthday weekend with me in Boston, and he surprised me and stayed a few extra days. He got here on Friday night, straight off a bus at South Station and into the cold and blustery December night air. Lights twinkled and horns honked and people rushed on by and then there he was, my smiling man picking me up and hugging me tight. (And yes, in my head anyway, it was just that ridiculously romantic. Ha! No but really.) There is something to this distance thing that makes seeing each other a little more special each time. I've always been excited and nervous to see him when the day is over--I remember thinking that it was crazy to feel that way after the first year, and then second, and third...but here we are at eight and it's freaking insane how happy I am when I see him. Then you add in weeks in between and it's just happiness on a whole new level. I know this is just ridiculous to read. Sorry, or actually...I take that back. I'm really not. I just feel so intensely happy lately all the dang time. It makes me feel so incredibly excited to marry this man. There are things about him that only I know. Me. The one person in this world that really truly knows him and I feel like that's the biggest honor. Love is a ridiculously wonderful thing, and I'm so so so lucky. 
So yeah. 
OH! I think I've found a dress. I've said this for no less than four thousand dresses, so of course this could change. But it's exciting to me that I've found one that has consistently made me feel super dreamy. I haven't made the big purchase yet though because I'm still holding out for a better deal. You see, I've made the genius discovery that you can buy a dress online, brand new and totally fantastic, for dollars. DOLLARS. As in I found one for 2 dollars 14 cents (but it's basically a down comforter, so I'm all set thankyouverymuch). The nature of this blog is disclosing cost of things in order to show that you can indeed have a most beautiful wedding at a most normal cost, so I'm going to tell you that the one I want is 165 dollars even though I'm starting to feel like disclosing cost of things is maybe a bit tacky (?). Ahh welll. It was originally 575, so yeah. Holy crap. That's awesome, right? I have found the headpiece that I want to wear and it's a little less than the cost of the dress--after Christmas, that baby is mine. 
I think that's about all. Will and I are still waiting on some addresses, but other than that our Save the Dates are ready to send. Fiiiinally. We did some wedding dreaming over the weekend and he has this idea for what he wants to wear and holy balls I can't wait to see the outcome. Other than that, that's about all. I kind of can't wait until the holiday craziness is over and we can get to work on it all. Heck yes.