Monday (the day after Sunday)

It’s Monday…please try to contain your excitement.


1. So over the weekend, I discovered that my fiancé, my sports-loving, flag-football-playing, German Shepard-owning, bench press-doing fiancé, is quite the baker. Saturday, he surprised me with freshly baked blueberry muffins. From scratch. I was bowled over, y’all.

Afterward, he went outside to do manly things like hooking a boat to a trailer hitch, getting sweaty and backing his truck up when it would have been so easy to pull forward.

Men. Love em. Especially my own : )



2. Back in October, S decided he wanted a boat. And frankly, that was A-OK with me. This weekend, he got it out of storage and cleaned it up. I supervised from the kitchen. It was a big ole’ time.

Anywho, we are pretty pumped to get it out on the lake this summer and show Northwest Arkansas how boating is done.

I have no idea what I meant by that last sentence.

...in all its glory.

3. As mentioned on Friday, we did go see Red Riding Hood. No, I did not have to convince S, he went willingly and with enthusiasm. I mean, with the promise of risqué scenes involving a cute blonde in a cape, what red-blooded male wouldn’t want to go?

Plus, I bribed him with Mexican food beforehand.

In summary, we LOVED it. Yes, it’s kitschy. Yes, it’s a little cliché. But the story and the actors, (hello brilliant performance by veteran bad guy Gary Oldman!), made it all the more awesome. Catch it now while it's in theaters on the big screen. All the better to see it with….

4. So, ok.

Rarely do I go on rants on this blog. We typically talk cute clothes, make-up, movies and light-hearted randomness. However…

I got a semi-rude-ish email from a person (whom I’m guessing may have been a follower, though she’s never commented) alluding to the fact that my blog has turned in to a wedding blog and she didn’t care for it. And that she would be un-following from here on out.

In the words of my mom, “Honey- you have my blessing to do so.”

Now…

My blog, (although it wouldn’t be a blog without you awesome, amazing readers), is my blog.

My personal little space of webby-world.

It also functions as a journal of my life. (You see, I get hand cramps real bad when I write, so typing is just easier...

My family reads it. My best friends read it. My fiancé and his family read it. And gosh darn it, they want to know what’s going on in our lives.

I feel like I’ve provided a pretty even ratio of wedding/non-wedding posts since our engagement because I know that not all of you want to read about captivating topics like our color scheme, our honeymoon destination and what appetizers will be served at the reception, (mini-quiches or crab cakes??)

But my great aunt in Fennville, Michigan does want to know.

My family in Los Angeles wants to know.

And so does my mama.

And my old sorority sisters.

And in 5 years, I want to remember every detail about this wedding, this engagement and the honeymoon planning.

I digress.

I will continue to write both wedding and non-wedding posts, since this is, at the end of the day, a fashion blog. In fact, I’d say better than 60% of the content will/is non-nuptial stuff.

I love you all and have no idea why I felt compelled to write this or defend the content on this blog, since 99.99999% of you girls and guys have been NOTHING but supportive and lovely.

So please let this newly engaged southern girl have her wedding moment. Please? Eh?

I promise, as soon as it’s over, we’ll go back to full-time Birkin bags, recipes and make-up tips. Deal?



5. So, on a more positive note, tonight is the season finale of The Bachelor and I’m dying to know who he picks! Ok, so not really dying, but for some strange reason, I’ve gotten ten kinds of tied up in this show, despite having NEVER watched a previous season.

My bet is on Emily. Brad has mentioned his love of southern women (being a man below the Mason-Dixon himself) and she is the epitome of the “girl you take home to mom.” Plus she has blonde hair, and you know what they say about women with blonde hair and that disputed amount of increased fun we may have…


Be blessed, lovelies-