Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
My anti-wedding wedding dress.
I have always said I don't want a big wedding. I am not that girl. No big venue, no big guest list...no guests at all, actually...Cape Cod saltbox church, a pumpkin cheesecake, maybe a nice sail afterwards complete with lobster rolls and flip flops - or fisherman sweaters if it's winter. And me, wearing a black, no-frills anti-wedding wedding dress.
That is, until I saw this.
This resplendent piece of attire that has "KATE" written in every crevice and stitched into every seam. And dammit, now I am going to have to cave and be cliche and wear a white dress.
This if, of course, all completely hypothetical, seeing as I am at least ten years away from the big day.
But us Type As have to plan in advance, of course.
That is, until I saw this.
This resplendent piece of attire that has "KATE" written in every crevice and stitched into every seam. And dammit, now I am going to have to cave and be cliche and wear a white dress.
This if, of course, all completely hypothetical, seeing as I am at least ten years away from the big day.
But us Type As have to plan in advance, of course.
Palmetto, GA feature in the NYT
I love this. Primarily because the honey picture reminds me of The Secret Life of Bees.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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