The Bachelorette

Hey y'all. It's been a minute. What can I say? I've been busy working and planning a wedding.

Oh and did I mention I also had a bachelorette party? That's right, a week and a half ago I flew to Atlanta and then drove two hours north of the city to spend the weekend at my stepmom's lake house with some of my favorite ladies on the planet. You know, I've been to plenty of bachelorette parties in my time and they were usually pretty (very) drunken. Sometimes there was a limo. Sometimes there was a stripper. And there were always shots (shots!).  But let's be honest, I'm too old for that now. I still want to get tipsy but I want to do it sitting on a patio in comfy clothes with snacks nearby. All I wanted to do was relax and have fun with lovely ladies, so that was our game plan.  No makeup or expensive dinners or bar crawls or shots. Just five fabulous women joining me for some good food, good cocktails and good times. That is what the bachelorette party of a 36 year old looks like. I pretty much stayed in my pajamas the whole time. What more could a lady with a wedding looming in the future ask for? Oh I know. Penis cake.

Speaking of wedding... we are ten days out. I repeat. Ten. Days. Out. My freelance gig ended on Friday so now I have a full two weeks off leading up to this shindig which is fantastic news because I have a shit ton to do. Nothing big just all the little last minute things that when you add them all up actually take way too much of your time. 

The good news is no matter what I get done in the next week and a half, people ARE coming and there WILL be a party with booze and food. And that's a good feeling because instead of spending the next ten days stressing about all this last minute shit, I'm just excited. 

Get me to Hawaii, plz

Hi! How are you? I've been busy working on a pitch and when I'm not doing that I've been busy planning a wedding. And if I'm being honest (and when am I not?) thinking about catering and brunch and tables and music and readings and schedules and transportation has me a little stressed. So sometimes when I don't want to think about that stuff, I think about 12 days in Hawaii with my man. And then I feel a little better.

And when you really get down to brass tacks, what more do you need for a honeymoon besides a cute bathing suit (or three) and some good stuff to read. 

Oh and a cute boy. Preferably one that you're married to.

Bathings suits from: Mod Cloth, Boden USA, JCrew and Garnet Hill

To Facial or Not To Facial

Big news: I got a super, duper heavy duty facial on Tuesday. Like the two hour kind with that cost you an arm and a leg with microdermabrasion and everything. This is big news because I've probably had three facials in my entire life and none of those were in the last ten years. If I'm dropping cash on a spa treatment it's going to be a massage, pain and simple. In my mind those are worth every dang penny but a facial? I've never been so sure. But after my wedding makeup trial last weekend my makeup artist suggested getting a facial or two before the wedding. So I went for it and let me tell you, it wasn't cheap.  I got the Youth As We Know It Facial plus Microdermabrasion from Bliss. 

The weird part about facials I have always struggled with is that you expect to look all dewy and glowing right afterwards but that's never what happens. I guess it's my need for instant gratification but it's always a but of a disappointment when my skin looks rough post-facial. This particular time,  my skin was all pink like I had a sunburn and on top of that there were scabs all over from the extractions a.k.a. the serious and very painful under-the-skin zit popping. I didn't look great. Luckily, it's New York City so no one batted an eye on the subway ride home. 

A few of the scabs are still healing but my skin feels smoother. I'm still waiting for the dewy glow. I'll let you know what it shows up. Tell me, do you get facials? Some people swear by them but I'm not so sure. 

Meet Wooly

A friend of mine introduced me to this intriguing new company that his brother started. Meet Wooly. Besides being impeccably designed, the concept of this company is totally unique. Here's a description from their website,

"Wooly finds uncommon objects and offers them for sale. Only one of each. Whoever raises their hand first, gets it. We scour the world for extraordinary things you may never see, in places you may never look. Beautiful things. Funny, strange things. Things with great stories to tell." 

Every week a new one-of-a-kind item is unveiled. And so far each item has been obscure and random but something you'd totally want to have. Join the mailing list and be sure to follow them on instagram so you can stay keep updated on whatever the new unusual treasure of the week is. Impulse buyers, you've been warned.

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