March 11, 2011


Let us not pretend I teared up over this Vera Wang wedding gown.
I would never wear white at my own wedding.
XOXO

Let us not pretend I teared up over this Vera Wang wedding gown.

I would never wear white at my own wedding.

XOXO

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April 18, 2011


…I had another one (one being dream,) the other night that I was Sarah Michelle Geller and I was about to stand my fiancee named Ted up at our wedding because I didn’t want to say “I do” in front of so many people in such a lavish ceremony. I went and hid in the woods about it, and then was coaxed out of hiding by Ted and some salted caramels (good GOD, I love salted caramels; you TOTALLY could convince me out of my pre-wedding jitters and up to the altar with a Hansel and Gretel line of salted caramels,) and ended up having a much more low-key, musical wedding.

Who am I?!

XOXO

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May 23, 2011


THIS.

Disclaimer: My father is a jeweler. I have a MAJOR itch for this ring. I’m in no way, shape, or form anywhere CLOSE to being engaged (or being able to afford a ring like this, either,) but in writing my most recent post for SATCG about my childhood best friend getting married, and what it has made me realize about getting older, hopefully wiser, and my own relationships, I’ve been doing A LOT of ring-watching to try and gauge how I feel about them, and, by association, marriage. I was completely stumped on what I wanted until I found this ring— and it’s my Mecca for a few reasons: 

A.) It’s unique, which is something I’ve been struggling with in viewing all the other women in the world’s traditional dream rings that are all the same settings.

B.) My dad could make something very similar, and substitute a diamond for the sapphire, which is perfect because I am VERY much a diamond girl, and fulfills my dream of having my father make my ring.

And finally, C.) I’m a New York City girl at heart, and the architecture of this ring really calls to mind the skyscrapers and in particular, Chrysler Building (hence, probably, the ring’s name, the “Skyscraper”).

Oh, big sighs. Big dreams. Big, and beautiful ring.

XOXO

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May 24, 2011


Attack Of The Pod People.

My childhood best friend is getting married shortly (a June wedding; classic, of course). Despite the fact that we’ve been largely out of touch for the past few years, my family and I were still invited. My dad bowed out— weddings aren’t exactly his thing— but my S.O gamely agreed to be my date, anyhow. What startled me the most about these upcoming nuptials wasn’t the fact that I actually have a date to a wedding; it wasn’t that my childhood best friend, one year older than I, was getting married; it was, rather, the fact that I remember sneaking downstairs for midnight snacks with her in 5th grade, laying on the carpet on our backs in front of the drink cart in my parent’s dining room, and planning out her wedding. That’s when it hit me as I read her wedding invitation and RSVP card—

We’re not playing little-girl games anymore.

And it shows. Lately, I’ve been feeling a sort of shift in myself and my desires in relationships that I thought was imperceptible to everyone but myself, until in the eyes of my first college roommate, I finally saw reflected a very different vision than the college freshman who used to slink back into our cramped dorm room ashamedly at 2 AM from her forays in the RA’s room, sex hair rampant. I was poised. I was graduating. I was in a functional, happy, mature relationship that was defined by the both of us in accordance of what we wanted, what we needed, and what we were looking for from each other. I was—Jesus Christ—in love. What shocked me most was when she commented after I told her that my current relationship was making me realize how much the past, less-serious relationships I had been in irked me in their undefined, let’s-just-see-where-this-takes-us-before-one-or-both-of-us-abruptly-jump-ship, laissez-faire attitudes, “I’ve seen how you’ve struggled and been hurt, even when you said you didn’t want anything that was serious, because I knew you’d figure it out for yourself, one day.”

Me? Actually be one of those girls her likes her relationships done defined with a side of seriousness, going in a positive, delineated fashion? Mais, non!

Mais, oui! As we stood on the corner of Church Street and Main last night, my S.O referred to me in passing to his friend as “my girlfriend.” And that’s when I realized— I haven’t had a guy call me his “girlfriend” since I was a junior in high school, and that’s also the same guy who ended up proposing to me. Since then, I’ve been “my friend,” “the girl I’m seeing,” “the girl I’m sleeping with,” or just plain “Carissa,” but never the “girlfriend.” Until now, when I’ve met the family and keep my pear-and-sugar exfoliating scrub in his shower and have brought him back to my hometown. It makes me wonder if all of this— the meeting of the families, the mature partnership and cohabitation, the giving of solid, concrete titles, the endeavoring to actually, I don’t know, BE TOGETHER— was what was missing in the rest of my relationships, and thus, why they all ended up failing. While watching an episode of SATC yesterday, it brought up the question: If men and women are like cabs, cruising around with our lights off while we pick up and discard all sorts of people until we finally decide the time is right— post-college, post-nearly a decade of dating debacles, post-living abroad, and now, pre-friend-in-the-same-age-group’s weddings— are our lights now suddenly on?

While pop culture knowledge may say that I should now be desperately plotting how to wrangle a man into my marriage bed now that my friends are starting to say their “I do”s, I say “I don’t”; I may not be on the fast-track to engagement or marriage (the only thing I like about engagements is the ring, because I adore diamonds, and the only reason I’d really like to get married is to put my Star Wars-themed wedding plans into action; both of which don’t quite seem like good enough reasons to do either), but there are some disturbing signs pointing to the fact that I may, quite possibly, be one of those “pod people” types who is actuallyhappy inside of her relationship, just the way it is. You know, those couples who are always together, just happen to end up wearing matching outfits, and constantly use the word “we” all the time? You know, pod people. “We” people. “‘We’ went here,” “‘We’ did that,” people. But then I rolled over this morning, and suddenly realized the novel “Chasing Harry Winston” by Lauren Weisberger was on top of my reading pile, while “The Bridesmaids” was on my Movies-To-See List, and my mother and I had recently debated the choice of my childhood best friend having her reception at The Legion and the S.O and I had ended up in front of the engagement display, comparing tastes, while on a trip to Periwinkles to find him a watch. I started getting suspicious. Maybe I was getting antsy. Meanwhile, in the formulation and brainstorming process of writing this post and getting into the “wedding” frame of mind, I’ve been trolling countless big-name jeweler sites, ring-watching. (If you don’t think it’s not a competitive sport for women, guess again.) And until I found this ring on Harry Winston’s site, which isn’t even an engagement ring, I was rather lackadaisical about the whole thing. Still no real drive to hear wedding bells. Still entirely loathe to put together a guest list (my own personal nightmare). And then, I saw the ring. Imagined what it could look like with a diamond crowning it, instead of a sapphire. Thought about how I could rope my father, a jeweler, into designing and making something similar. And I suddenly got it. The itch. The diamond fever. I realized that every relationship before now was wrong because we weren’t on the same page. They were all in the casual lane while secretly, unbeknownst to even myself, I was in the “Skyscraper ring on my left ring finger” lane. I started wondering where I could find decent flower arrangements and a hot pink Gerber daisy bouquet. Then, I caught myself. I almost, unknowingly, without being on guard, let myself slip into the “we” people zone again. The diamond almost got me. While I may be the sort of girl who has rediscovered that she cherishes being called “the girlfriend,” I’m still not the sort of girl who thinks picking place settings and napkin fabrics out is a good use of my time, when I could be, I don’t know, catching up on all the new episodes of Sons of Anarchy or creating a new, catchy acronym for inappropriate relationships (P.I.W.B: Professor I Would Bang, anyone?). So, while I may be discovering, through my relationships, through my friends, and through myself, what sort of pod person I really am, I’m also still not overly tuned into my biological clock or life plan. It was all the ring. The fucking ring. Weddings. They’re still on my “highly skeptical; treat as you would a leper patient” list.

XOXO

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- From SATCG

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June 4, 2011


The Only Bit Of Conversation The Twenty-Something Male Parking Garage Attendant Heard:

"That’s why when you said ‘for the wedding,’ I said ‘uhhhhhhh…’"

I honestly think the guy wanted to look at us and say, “Flee, brother! Run while you still have your freedom and dignity!”

I almost qualified it for the poor bastard and leaned over and said, “It’s my friend’s. Relax, dude.”

XOXO

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June 11, 2011


The Rise Of Matrimony.

This could be dubbed “The Summer Of The Weddings.” My childhood best friend is getting married in a week— and for the first time in my life, I’m bringing a date to a wedding. If that doesn’t say “I’m growing up,” I don’t know what does. Then, a friend of the family’s son is getting married, and my dad will be MIA for that wedding as well as the first since it’s sailing season, so I’m going as my mom’s date…and attending the bridal shower.

I think this all leads up to the fact that I had a dream last night that a totally random, innocuous girl from my high school years asked me to be her maid of honor and forced me into spray tanning for the occasion.

Matrimony…my verdict is still out.

XOXO

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July 3, 2011


backwardsiris:

If I could go back & redo my wedding, it would definitely be a big fat gyspy wedding… and my colors would be hot pink & fuschia. Stay classy, gypsies!
nerdypanda:

Guys, it is imperative that we talk about this show. But not just because it is actually fascinating (and it is, whole heartedly so)- but because it is also “Jersey Shore” fascinating. I mean just look at those dresses! They are ten times more ludicrous than most things Snookie might wear. And these aren’t even the ones that have lights in them! That’s right some 17 yr old bride walked down the aisle (well, barely) in a giant, massive light up pink wedding dress complete with diamond encrusted tiara perched atop her head. But that is nothing (NOTHING) compared to the couple WHO HAD AN OWL AS THE RING BEARER. Let me repeat that because I don’t think you quite grasp the epic shit that is going on here- AN OWL WAS THEIR MOTHERFUCKING RING BEARER. I mean I don’t know what more there is to say, other then watch this show. Watch it now. Watch it long. Watch it hard. Because it might literally be the best thing ever. 


This show makes me feel SOOOOO much better about my life decisions. However— while these girls may not have a college diploma, they all somehow have mysteriously better hair and can drop it like it’s hawwwwwt. Hmmmm.
XOXO

backwardsiris:

If I could go back & redo my wedding, it would definitely be a big fat gyspy wedding… and my colors would be hot pink & fuschia. Stay classy, gypsies!

nerdypanda:

Guys, it is imperative that we talk about this show. But not just because it is actually fascinating (and it is, whole heartedly so)- but because it is also “Jersey Shore” fascinating. I mean just look at those dresses! They are ten times more ludicrous than most things Snookie might wear. And these aren’t even the ones that have lights in them! That’s right some 17 yr old bride walked down the aisle (well, barely) in a giant, massive light up pink wedding dress complete with diamond encrusted tiara perched atop her head. But that is nothing (NOTHING) compared to the couple WHO HAD AN OWL AS THE RING BEARER. Let me repeat that because I don’t think you quite grasp the epic shit that is going on here- AN OWL WAS THEIR MOTHERFUCKING RING BEARER. I mean I don’t know what more there is to say, other then watch this show. Watch it now. Watch it long. Watch it hard. Because it might literally be the best thing ever. 

This show makes me feel SOOOOO much better about my life decisions. However— while these girls may not have a college diploma, they all somehow have mysteriously better hair and can drop it like it’s hawwwwwt. Hmmmm.

XOXO

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July 10, 2011


Let’s discuss how much I love this song and video:

A.) B has always reminded me a gawdawful lot of my girl Caaaaaaiti, so, instant win there.

B.) What a kick-ass wedding and reception; yes, please— that’s how you do.

C.) The lingerie.

D.) HER FACIAL EXPRESSIONS. THEY KILL ME.

XOXO

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July 15, 2011


When you see an absolute heifer going in to get her wedding gown altered:

What the HELL am I doing wrong?

Or, rather, what the hell am I doing RIGHT?!

XOXO

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August 14, 2011


I’m going home for a bridal shower.

Who am I. And why do people I know keep getting married?

XOXO

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August 15, 2011


Today, I:

Created one of those wrapping-gift ribbon Hats of Shame for a bride at her bridal shower. I was strangely adept at it. It ended up coming out really well. I think I’ve found a new hidden talent/calling in life.

And I realized that “Home” and “Heal” both start with the same letter and in essence, mean the same thing.

XOXO

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August 21, 2011


August 22, 2011


Life as unusual— went to a bridal shower; made a hat. Took a friend for an interview in Montpelier; got up-close-and-personal with a tortoise. Went to my first-ever baseball game; ate 4 25-cent hot dogs and saw a double rainbow.

And yes, that middle photo is about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

Yeah, it’s just good times all around.

XOXO

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September 11, 2011


Re-united with my child after 36 hours apart.

He obviously feels as if I abandoned him.

XOXO

*”my child” roughly equates to “my cat.”

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September 12, 2011


There must be something about me that screams “Slow Social Advancement Group Member!” because even my primary care physician/OBGYN looked at me today rather pointedly and said, “So, we’re happy with the Zoloft for now, but when you get pregnant, we’ll have to seek other options,” in a tone of voice which implied, “So, we’re happy with the Zoloft for now, but why on Earth are you not trying to make babies?”

Yesterday, it was my mother who said, “You know you’re not supposed to clean the kittylitter when you’re pregnant, right?” with a small sigh.

Yes. I know this is Rutland. But I am 22 and neither in a relationship or engaged or married nor knocked up, so y’all will just have to DEAL with it.

Can’t I just have a Independent Business Shower, instead?

#WhenKids2YearsBehindYouInHighSchoolAreNowMarriedWithKids

XOXO

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