tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779193852723259712023-11-16T09:18:40.979-08:00Pink Sequins Wedding AdventureA late blooming bride & groom's roller-coaster ride to the altar.
Giant Dipper required, sold separately.Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-38583067212253120412011-07-21T21:58:00.000-07:002011-07-21T21:58:00.508-07:00A Bittersweet Symphony......yeah, that's life.<br />
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Most of you already know that it's time to semi-retire my sequined skirt. Assuming a new identity is almost like starting a new job. You're still the same you, and yet it's different.<br />
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Against all blogging advice, I'm going to try and keep my two personas separate and unmet. I've shared some things here that won't make it over there. And I won't lie - it's kind of fun to get a proverbial 'clean slate.'<br />
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Thank you for all your love and support for pink sequins. Without you, I wouldn't have had the confidence to put myself up for the new challenge. Knowing you were there reading, commenting, and encouraging kept me honest and posting every day. I appreciate you more than you know. With all of my pink sequined heart, thank you.<br />
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With happy tears, it's time to sign off. If you want to know where I've landed, feel free to hit me up on email and I'll be happy to share my new adventure with you!<br />
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Love and aloha,<br />
ps. xoxox<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The sparkly wine went straight to my head and I cannot get my thoughts together to post about our venue search like I had planned to do today. Please forgive me, I'm a lightweight.</span></b><br />
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I'll reveal the surprise soon, and you can safely assume that we're <b><u>not</u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> expecting - lol! It's amazing how many people make that leap when there's news to share :)</span></b><br />
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Happy Tuesday!Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-19713410478539805352011-07-18T00:06:00.000-07:002011-07-18T00:10:23.906-07:00Spreading the LovePost-proposal, we headed back home to start our normal Friday - except now we were ENGAGED! Yay!<br />
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Remember my man-gagement present? Well, so much time had elapsed since we bought it and in the flurry of excitement in proposing, Mr. PS forgot that now he could wear his watch. Double yay!<br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Notifying the parental units was the very next order of business. I'm originally from Ohio, and my parents still live there. Because of the distance, Mr. PS placed a call earlier in the week to ask them for their blessing. Such a gentleman! As Mr. PS tells the story, Poppa PS questioned "are you sure?" and then said "good luck with that." What a joker.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As I mentioned before, I've had a prior engagement (or two). My parents knew of Mr. PS's upcoming proposal and instead of the expected phone call I decided to send flowers to announce our engagement, hoping to bring in an element of surprise.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh crap! I saw it during a business lunch and could not call her fast enough. Delete! Delete! Delete! Mr. PS had not yet told his family, and we planned to host a dinner with them at our favorite local restaurant the next evening. That picture had to go, and STAT. I'm friends with Mr. PS's siblings and we didn't want to ruin the surprise. After a quick scramble, she figured out how to erase the evidence. Could Momma PS keep it a secret for another 24 hours?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Um, in a word - no. To her credit, she lasted almost 20 before she posted it on her own wall. Sneaky, sneaky mom. My extended family started peppering my FB with congratulations. Sadly, I deleted each one as it came in and dinner could not come soon enough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somehow Mr. PS and I managed to keep our engagement under wraps until dinner. Mr. PS's brother came down from the Bay area and his sister and family traveled 3 hours to be there. His other BIL speculated that someone was either pregnant or engaged. We maintained our poker faces.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally after we had all eaten, Mr. PS made the announcement and my ring found it's rightful place back on my finger. Whew! I'm a terrible liar and felt relieved to reveal our secret.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-50918498947429838522011-07-16T14:10:00.000-07:002011-07-18T06:20:51.042-07:00A Question You Should Say Yes To<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you type "marriage proposal" into a google search, you'll get back more that 5.5 million hits. And if you are a gal that really wants to get hitched, waiting tests even the strongest will.</div><br />
I am embarrassed to admit it, but I was that girl. Starting to feel more than a little impatient, did I just need to go ahead with it myself?<br />
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Okay, maybe that's crazy talk. But, c'mon. I picked out the ring already. Then again, we agreed it would happen by the end of the year and it was only. . . August. Ugh.<br />
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To this point, you must be thinking that our story seems fairly typical of an impending proposal. Except our marriage plans required us to factor in one slight complication - a major surgery that Mr. PS was facing, pun completely intended. You may have noticed in photos I've shared of Mr. PS that his face droops a bit on one side and his right eye is larger than his left.<br />
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It took six years and as many doctors to diagnose Mr. PS with a very rare condition where a small benign tumor was growing in his auditory canal. It caused incremental paralysis on the right side of his face and the best treatment required a craniotomy and potential severing of his facial nerve.<br />
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</div>Thankfully the tumor wasn't life threatening and Mr. PS could wait a month or a decade to go in for surgery. I preferred to delay until after our wedding to be "wife" instead of "girlfriend." These thoughts came over as residual from my military days where a non-spouse held no validity as a partner. I also felt I could provide continual care as his wife using the Family Medical Leave Act if necessary.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">The more he thought about it, Mr. PS wanted that sucker out of his head sooner rather than later. I felt torn. What if? What if? What if?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I decided that his health and want to take care of it trumped planning a wedding, so I declared a moratorium on marriage talk until after the surgery. The whole ordeal stressed me out and I couldn't process both life events simultaneously.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm very lucky that Mr. PS disagreed with my plan. He had the ring for a month already and was trying to decide how best to propose. Let's cue some music to set the stage:</div><br />
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A question that you should say yes to<br />
Once in your life<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was early on a Friday morning. Feeling melancholy, I woke Mr. PS to tell him that I loved him and wanted to marry him more than any other want in the world. I would wait as long as it took to get through the surgery and back to our normal, and I wanted him to be my husband and father to our children regardless.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not knowing that he had the ring all this time, he suggested we go for a walk on the beach. "Now?!" I said, surprised. Mr. PS rarely went for an early morning walk with me. We got dressed in sweats and ventured the short walk to our local beach. I didn't register it at the time, but he chose to wear the same clothes as our first date beach walk.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was foggy and quiet at 7am on that fall morning. No one was around except for a flock of seagulls. We walked silently hand in hand for about half a mile when Mr. PS gently held me in a hug and positioned me to face the ocean.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then he got down on one knee. What?! Is this really happening? Right now?! After all this time waiting for this moment, oh crap. Am I ready for this?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">With tears in his eyes, he told me how much he loved me. That he wasn't perfect and he had his flaws, and still he wanted to know if I would spend the rest of my life with him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I started laughing and crying at the same time. My eyes flutter when I'm nervous and Mr. PS says that he thought I was going to pass out. He asked me if I was okay. I nodded and said yes! If I could write it in the sky I would - YES!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">We didn't have a camera with us that morning to capture a photo. But the proposal is burned into my memory and perhaps that's where it's best kept for me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'll still have to tell you how we shared the news with our families and celebrated together that night at a fancy schmancy restaurant. For now, here's a photo of me and my pretty ring near the spot where Mr. PS proposed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-63237001245458529062011-07-15T00:06:00.000-07:002011-07-15T00:06:00.217-07:00Could it be now? A Man-gagement ProposalA few weeks after choosing my e-ring [backstory <a href="http://pinksequinsweddingadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-all-i-want-is-you-our-ring-story.html">here</a>], Mr. PS and I vacationed in Cabo. My bestie speculated that a proposal might be in the works, but I knew it was probably too soon.<br />
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Nevertheless, we had the best vacation ever! Surfing, sunning, and relaxing were the only activities on the agenda...<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mission accomplished. I'll admit only ONE mistake than thankfully ended happily. Suckered into a timeshare presentation, we spent precious surfing time at non-existent hotel property so we could get the freebies - a jet ski excursion, glass bottom boat ride...you know the drill.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was the first and only time I think Mr. PS wanted to shake sense into my head, haha! Four hours later we cried "never again!" and with vouchers in hand made haste to the nearest beach.</div><br />
One coupon claimed $100 credit at Diamonds International jewelry store. If you're a skeptic like me, you'll appreciate the need to adventure in to see what you can buy for a benjamin. And just as I suspected, there was nothing. But....<br />
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As luck would have it, Mr. PS fell in LOVE with a watch in the case. I lapped all the displays twice as he OOHHed and AAHHed over this timepiece. It had all the features he wanted and was unlike any in his collection. He couldn't take it off and wouldn't stop gazing at its beauty. Alas, he sighed that he couldn't buy it because he was saving for my ring.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aha! Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Exactly. I offered to buy the watch for Mr. PS with the condition that he could wear it once we were properly engaged. If I get to wear a sparkly ring, what's to say that Mr. PS can't sport an engagement watch?! In fact, the more I thought about it, it only seemed fair that he should have some bling to show off as well. Plus, the devil on my shoulder couldn't help but think it could be incentive. A little bribery never hurt, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Apparently and unbeknownst to me, man-gagement presents are all the rage. There's a post from Mrs. Nachos about the man-gagement watch she gifted her DH <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/12/14/the-man-gagement-gift/">here</a>. And, Mrs. Hot Cocoa raises the bar with a man-gagement <a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/08/16/mengagement-rings/">ring</a>. Very cool.</div><br />
So we left Cabo with sun-kissed skin, lots of rest, and a gorgeous watch that Mr. PS would have to wait four months to wear. Which really only meant that I had to continue to wait (sometimes not so patiently) for my Tiffany treasure.<br />
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What do you think about gifting your beloved to commemorate the engagement? What did or would you choose to present?<br />
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ps. In a special Saturday installment, I'll post the final part of our engagement story. Mr. PS gets down on one knee, yay!Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-60239221201196883752011-07-14T08:34:00.000-07:002011-07-14T09:06:45.626-07:00All Systems Crashing - Reboot RequiredHi friends! My apologies for this belated post. I haven't been feeling well for the past 2 weeks and it finally caught up and got the best of me.<br />
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You know this ad?<br />
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Yep, it's the one with the creepy doll. Well, I'm the target audience and also a customer. I guess it's time to reveal that part of me in more detail next week.<br />
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Last night, I fell asleep while writing the next part of our engagement story and didn't wake up for 10 hours. I feel like I could go another 10, but work beckons. Can anyone reach the wind-up key? I can't do it alone and I'm sure Mr. PS would appreciate an extra helping hand. Thanks, loves!<br />
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Forgive me, I promise to get to the proposal in tomorrow's post.<br />
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xoxox<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Do you recognize this guy? It's Bono, lead singer of Mr. PS's all-time favorite band, U2. Appropriate for the topic at hand, I think. Click <u><a href="http://youtu.be/qWBKBkEJQRk">Watch on YouTube</a></u> to cue the mood music…</div></div></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>“You say you want diamonds and a ring of gold<o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>You say you want your story to remain untold<o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><br />
</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>But all the promises we made<o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>From the cradle to the grave<o:p></o:p></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i><br />
</i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><i>When all I want is you.”</i><o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I’m sure you can relate to your own experience when I say I’ll never forget the day Mr. PS proposed. To give you the full story, we must rewind time back five months before he was on bended knee. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We had been living together in blissful harmony for several months and knew before we moved in that we were headed toward marriage.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It was our dating 18 month-a-versary and Mr. PS asked me if I was happy. I looked at him with googly eyes and said yes, of course! Then he asked me if I was <i>really</i> happy. Again I said yes. Finally, Mr. PS nonchalantly mentioned that he knew what would make me happier, and stroking my left finger said “a ring.”<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Girls, when a man tells you it's time to find your ring, you don’t ask questions – you just go! I immediately made a date with my bestie to start the search in Stanford.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I’ve been engaged before. Twice. I’ve been down this road once with a family heirloom and again with complete surprise. Needless to say, I picked neither the rings nor the men in the end.<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">This time I did what I’ve always wanted and headed straight for the place that starts with “T” and ends “& Co.” Oh yes, I’ve fallen completely for their marketing ploy – in my world this is where bridal dreams come true. Damn you, Audrey Hepburn!</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I already know what you're thinking. It's just a name, you can get the same quality and more ring at a more affordable price point without the name. I know, I know. But c'mon. I can't resist that little blue box with the satin ribbon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I tried on all the styles, and the classic Tiffany setting like the one pictured above chose me as 'the one.' Now if only I could figure out how to break the price news to Mr. PS. We didn't discuss budget before I rushed out the door. Seriously, we could by a car for the same money. Sheesh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No bueno. Unless maybe I waited five years to get engaged...did I mention I was 33 years old at the time? My clock's ticking, I so wanted to be engaged, and yet here I was talking about postponing to get this ring?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My bestie would not allow such crazy talk and offered to go see her jeweler for something similar. I had other plans and went to the Tiffany's closer to home in Carmel. How could I explain my situation delicately? I told my sweet consultant/gemologist Sarah that I reeeeeallllly wanted to be a Tiffany girl but could not ask Mr. PS for the car version and wondered if she could get me in the club with a ring more along the lines of a scooter. Vespas are cute, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sarah's cautious optimism turned up success! My ideal ring and the only one in all of Tiffany's worldwide inventory was in THAT STORE! SCORE! Even Sarah was surprised to find it, so I knew serendipity was at work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day Mr. PS humored me and met me during our lunch hour to see the ring. He agreed it was the one and even tried on some wedding bands. Oh, crap! We were really doing this! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We talked about it and agreed that we would be engaged before the end of the year. I found my dream ring and now the real waiting would begin! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Believe me when I tell you that even though I showed Mr. PS exactly what I wanted, the ring and proposal would be a complete surprise!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How do you feel about choosing the ring for yourself pre-proposal? Did you two go that route or was it a decision your beloved made on their own?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-65886737253170419022011-07-12T00:58:00.000-07:002011-07-12T00:58:54.920-07:00DIY Deets - 'I Do' Shoe StickersHere we go, how to give your soles a little DIY personality!<br />
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<u>Step 1</u>: Decide what you want the shoes to say.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQkg6ylApTLuYcAEVoPv_dKrGXBpAPR10xCnMluQWqpKjEfFiNFy6gJaXDU7V-mSNxgWCn9S22WllitOD3lfPVsrH4jbagLGtljwmPxYeFtQsNQ2H3KP65h4dc_CZ0oapZV6-rLzUx1My/s1600/259x364px-LL-c18b633b_shoedecal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgQkg6ylApTLuYcAEVoPv_dKrGXBpAPR10xCnMluQWqpKjEfFiNFy6gJaXDU7V-mSNxgWCn9S22WllitOD3lfPVsrH4jbagLGtljwmPxYeFtQsNQ2H3KP65h4dc_CZ0oapZV6-rLzUx1My/s1600/259x364px-LL-c18b633b_shoedecal.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Available from Etsy seller Morbid Materials</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://www.bestdestinationwedding.com/forum/thread/71573/cute-shoe-decals">via</a></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Step 2</u>: Think about how you want the words to be read, e.g. kneeling or sitting. The photos you want to capture can help you decide so that the stickers are placed right side up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Although we are having a full Catholic wedding mass, I suspect my dress will cover my shoes and so I chose to affix my stickers for a sitting photo op:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Step 3</u>: Head out to local craft store to gather necessary supplies. Isn't this the reason we DIY? Shopping trip! Don't forget to clip your coupons or download them on your smartphone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are lots of fun options including rhinestones in a rainbow of colors! Since my shoes are already covered in blush pink sequins, pearly white was a better choice for mine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Step 4</u>: If you choose to bling out the lettering, here's where you pluck and stick. Repeat process until all your letters are covered in prettiness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Step 5</u>: Cut out your letters and decide their optimal placement. Don't forget your decision in Step 2 about how you want the words to read! I used clear photo mounting squares to mock up the look. Here's my first try:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzjW65T0d-PKDJsvwWlG303mfJKtBzHJQBkvzczLsFxQXRu1v87NnDeNtXfdC-Mv1jLpt_kSfWvhBb6Vapws01AY2o2km0r_D7PnI4uTTVodCpraf5HR_70MBePdm0dLN8NZJyN-7jUmcl/s1600/web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzjW65T0d-PKDJsvwWlG303mfJKtBzHJQBkvzczLsFxQXRu1v87NnDeNtXfdC-Mv1jLpt_kSfWvhBb6Vapws01AY2o2km0r_D7PnI4uTTVodCpraf5HR_70MBePdm0dLN8NZJyN-7jUmcl/s320/web.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Placed too high</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>personal photo</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Step 6</u>: Once you get it just right, stick those suckers on for reals, yo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><u>Step 7</u>: Sit back and admire your handiwork. Aren't they so pretty? Aren't I so great?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Supplies:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li>Sticko dimensional stickers. $3.60 + tax (after 40% discount from $5.99)</li>
</ul><ul><li>Recollections adhesive faux pearls. $4.20 + tax (after 40% discount from $6.99)</li>
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</div> Cost:<br />
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</ul><ul><li>2 hours of time (less if you pre-buy alphas that are already blinged out)</li>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now, you may wonder why go to all the trouble for something most guests won't see. I'll leave you with two final inspiration photos to maybe sway you my way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJ9Pusp6FpV_xVqV_OaS3rjZEpUarxhOTZw3Kf1EpY22_trO9uipzFmFUiBGdjzf9zigWvbhLPSgiOzEMvX0iSQ7o74rsI4R3bdFH6yDeFQ-RsGR-aR01qVnjDI1XQIqW6vh9Q5_P-dWk/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJ9Pusp6FpV_xVqV_OaS3rjZEpUarxhOTZw3Kf1EpY22_trO9uipzFmFUiBGdjzf9zigWvbhLPSgiOzEMvX0iSQ7o74rsI4R3bdFH6yDeFQ-RsGR-aR01qVnjDI1XQIqW6vh9Q5_P-dWk/s1600/images.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So romantic!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://babblebeat.all.co.uk/key/bridal%20shoes">via</a></i></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There you have it! Do you think it's worth it, and did you/will you add this personal touch to your footwear? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</span></span></b></span></span></div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-68382117506296774072011-07-11T00:06:00.000-07:002011-07-11T00:06:00.078-07:00Kicking Up My Heels, DIY StyleHappy Monday! Another weekend down and closer to W-Day. I'm starting to feel time compress like this downward spiral.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Isn't that a cool image? I love me some google searching!</div><br />
Anyway, it's high time to buckle down and get to work on our invitations. They came in two months ago and are sitting in boxes waiting for a loving someone to show them the light of day. So I did what any rational procrastinator would do and focused all my effort and attention.........on something else.<br />
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But not to worry, I promise that it was a wedding related project. Remember these lovelies?<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The sequin-covered topside makes me swoon every time I see them. The soles, on the other hand, were lacking a certain sparkle. You DIY-brides know what I'm talking about. 'I do' stickers! Inspiration abounds with a quick google image search.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Super duper cute, right? How adorable is the second photo as her 'something blue' with the added bonus of well wishes from her bridesmaids? My fellow brides on the Weddingbee message boards are also in on the sweetness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">An Etsy.com <a href="http://www.etsy.com/search/handmade/weddings?search_submit=&q=i+do+stickers&noautofacet=1">search</a> yields over 80 options for 'I do' stickers. Grooms can also get in on the action and even go so far as to announce cold feet quite literally! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With so many inspirations and options to choose from, this should be a no-brainer, right? Except with what you already know, I must find a way to complicate even a seemingly straightforward project. So I started my search at Michael's Arts & Crafts for the perfect stickers. There are at least 10 stores within my work geography and you can bet I checked the racks of at least 8 of them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After finding a font that appealed to me in the right size and with numbers as well as letters (this is not as easy as you might initially think!) I consulted a friend about my choice. She liked them except wished they had more depth. Inspiration struck again at Michael's where I discovered adhesive faux pearl bead embellishments. What if I put them on top of the sticker to get more of a 3-D effect?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For two hours I plucked those little suckers and stuck them lovingly to 12 letters & numbers. Look for my full tutorial in tomorrow's post. Until then, here's a peek at the finished product. I'm so pleased with the result!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nothing compares to crafting on a lazy Sunday in pajamas, haha! A special thanks goes to Mr. PS for snapping this shot. Now if only I could magically transform that pile of waiting invitations...I guess that's what next Sunday is for.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">pps. I'd like to offer a heartfelt "CONGRATULATIONS" to my friend Bellanouva who found herself engaged this past Saturday. Yay!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-17691513010966111682011-07-08T01:07:00.000-07:002011-07-12T23:21:59.827-07:00Partying, partyingHappy Friday! We've made it to another weekend, tgif. I don't know about you, but I have quite a few friends celebrating their birthdays this month. In fact, two of my workmates were born on this day in history, and another dear friend has hers tomorrow.<br />
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Out for a girl-date last night, the sushi restaurant where we ate introduced a unique way of announcing a birthday. I've seen disco balls while the staff sings and brings ice cream with a candle, but never anything like this:<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Omg, it was so loud! Extra points if you can find the two kids holding their ears. Fun, but not my top choice for a birthday fete.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Don't get me wrong, I love to celebrate the day people were born. I send my mom flowers on my birthday and started a similar tradition for my future mother-in-law on Mr. PS's birthday. My next favorite aspect is gift giving. The first birthday Mr. PS shared with me was his 40th - a huge responsibility to ring with proper fanfare. How cool is it that his favorite band threw a concert in his honor in Vegas?!</div><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfortunately for me, the past two birthdays I've had to spend away from home on work trips. Boo!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sequin fun fact - Mr. PS and I were born in the same week, seven years apart. Check this out:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171717; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11.6667px;"><b><i>Scorpio and Scorpio love compatibility</i></b><i> </i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #171717; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px;"></span><br />
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Uh oh! Not to worry, we've worked hard to overcome the challenges described above and live in peaceful harmony despite our horoscope. Next week I'll fill you in and get to the proposal already. Until then, I hope you have a happy, relaxing weekend.<br />
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What traditions for birthdays do you celebrate? How do you deal with getting another year older? Do you flaunt it or fret it? This 30-something bride really wants to know!<br />
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ps. Thank you all for your contributions and comments this week. It's been more than hectic and although I've been unable to respond to your thoughts individually, know that I read them all and appreciate your perspective and insight. Aloha and mahalo!Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-50360973925626055212011-07-07T00:48:00.000-07:002011-07-10T23:24:04.315-07:00The Whirlwind BeginsAlthough it took a little warming up to the idea, Mr. PS and I wasted no time getting to the sizzle! Which makes me think of bacon...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh wait, I'm supposed to be sharing a love story. Right. Getting back on track, the spark was a little more like this...</div><br />
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Mr. PS would serenade me to sleep over the phone with his guitar. We'd pretend to watch "Caddyshack" and snuggle on the couch instead. He'd leave me love post-its on my car to find in the morning and we would make out in the street like a couple of teenagers for what seemed like an hour before he drove himself home for the night. Ahhh, new love! So fun, so exhilirating!<br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">Strangely enough, we made family introductions within the first two weeks of dating. His lives locally, and mine just happened to host a mini-reunion in Vegas for my grandma's 80th birthday.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>We love to take photos of our experiences together, so I'll let the pictures do the talking...<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We fell fast and decided pretty early on that we were a good match. After almost a year of dating, it was time to make the move and figure out where to live...together!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nesting deserves it's own post, and even after that it would be nearly another year before Mr. PS popped the question.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now it's time to turn the tables...did you and your beloved make the leap to settle in before the ring? What factored into your decision to move? Or not?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-46898317867005119952011-07-06T00:20:00.000-07:002011-07-10T23:24:38.813-07:00A Love Story...continuedIf you missed Part 1 of this story, you may want to start <a href="http://pinksequinsweddingadventure.blogspot.com/2011/07/2nd-time-we-met-love-story.html">here</a>.<br />
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This time, Mr. PS would not be deterred. After no luck searching for my business card in the office, he contacted my teammate to get my number. She called to ask what happened and if it was okay to share my info with him. I was surprised and totally not interested. I mean, I just had my heart broken by a "younger" man and wasn't looking for someone like this as my rebound:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">She assured me that he was 'older' and that it wouldn't hurt for me to have friends in the field. Point taken, and I gave up the digits for a good time. Anyone old enough to remember this?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ten minutes later, little did I know I was chatting it up with my future husband! Mr. PS apologized profusely about the office incident. I learned that he lived with and took care of his mom and that his grandparents house had burnt down a few weeks earlier. Through it all, he maintained a positive and cheerful attitude. There's something very attractive to me about a man who cares so much for his family. Hmmm, maybe there was potential here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He texted a few days later and invited me out for coffee, except he doesn't drink coffee. And he was feeling hungry, so he asked if I would like to eat soup instead. How tricky! He got me out on a date and I was none the wiser. We met at P.F. Chang's where the wonton soup would win over my heart. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMfmYjlg4KEM3vpNzIHYMbWhc0M7KEQDnjjXUbv96XK4BZjP2wU9zD1zzcQNfaQ5unzrD0GOOp-EfH8sVVZcbgo-FKAnw9JGoTQlXX8bL2EdxD8pcxblmfX0H_9XRopNOmOpK4LLl2WEy/s1600/home_img1_starbucks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXMfmYjlg4KEM3vpNzIHYMbWhc0M7KEQDnjjXUbv96XK4BZjP2wU9zD1zzcQNfaQ5unzrD0GOOp-EfH8sVVZcbgo-FKAnw9JGoTQlXX8bL2EdxD8pcxblmfX0H_9XRopNOmOpK4LLl2WEy/s200/home_img1_starbucks.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">From this... <i><a href="http://www.brandchannel.com/features_effect.asp?pf_id=78">via</a></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF25jPw_Co49_oJtsDAb3ZrrlDAk0De8xVyeqpOr3prVTf6EWM-Qi34DO9SAeKkQtGmjd-xCoGGZMQjwx55EYf3xrV4ZQ6mzv57JifSiXyriWIduKYCwakLnacNq-29nrD8n92bdmf3bEI/s1600/pf_soup2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF25jPw_Co49_oJtsDAb3ZrrlDAk0De8xVyeqpOr3prVTf6EWM-Qi34DO9SAeKkQtGmjd-xCoGGZMQjwx55EYf3xrV4ZQ6mzv57JifSiXyriWIduKYCwakLnacNq-29nrD8n92bdmf3bEI/s1600/pf_soup2.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://innasdailyfix.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-im-loving-wednesday_16.html">via</a></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We talked and talked. I thought he was a slick 25 year-old salesman. When Mr. PS told me he was 39 years old, I couldn't believe it - he looked so young! I know age is nothing but a number, but this was quite an age difference. I had dated guys 2 to 3 years older, but not 7. Then again, I wasn't looking for a date so it didn't really matter either way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few days later, Mr. PS visited me to go for a walk on the beach. We were still in friend mode, so I thought, until he showed up with my favorite ice cream [mint chocolate chip] and homemade lumpia [a Filipino eggroll] from his mom. Yum!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here's where we shifted from friends to future love. This man listened to what I had to say and heard me express wants and needs. He paid attention when I talked and demonstrated thoughtfulness to go out of his way to do something nice for me. Whoa. Totally unexpected and exactly the best thing to happen to me. I accepted his generosity, a completely foreign concept I had yet to experience. To commemorate the walk and in true Asian style, we captured a photo of that first date.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And that, my friends, is how our love story began!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Do you remember the first time you had those feelings shift to more than friends? Was it a slow simmer or hot right from the start?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-43208709532847336932011-07-05T00:34:00.000-07:002011-07-10T23:27:47.142-07:00The 2nd Time We Met - A Love StoryThinking about how Mr. PS and I met reminds me of those adorable couples in the movie "When Harry Met Sally" who describe how they fell in love.<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Harry Burns:</b></i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b> The first time we met, we hated each other.</b></i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Sally Albright: </b></i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>No, you didn't hate me, I hated you. The second time we met, you didn't even remember me.</b></i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Harry Burns:</b></i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b> I did too, I remembered you. The third time we met, we became friends.</b></i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Sally Albright:</b></i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b> We were friends for a long time.</b></i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Harry Burns:</b></i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b> And then we weren't.</b></i></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b>Sally Albright:</b></i></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b> And then we fell in love.</b></i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098635/quotes">via</a></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Whenever we begin telling our love story, it starts with a similar script, only set in a doctor's office. You see, Mr. PS and I work for different companies in pharmaceutical sales. I like to say that we are legal drug dealers! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">We met three different times in the same year. The first time was in a doctor's office. Mr. PS warmly introduced himself. I, on the other hand, was private and reserved. I shook his hand, said hello, and went back to reviewing my product information while he waited to speak with the doctor.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Mr. PS says of that meeting he thought I was cute and stand-offish, and noticed an engagement ring on my finger. What he didn't know at the time was the failing state of that relationship. Instead, he accepted I was taken and that was that.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Fast forward four months. I mustered the courage to leave my ex after discovering hundreds of text messages written to a "friend" on our joint cell phone bill. Suffering a bruised ego and broken heart, bi-weekly therapy sessions with a psychologist called in just for the occasion helped me get over a major depressive episode and confident enough to work again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was a late Friday afternoon in a doctor's office in a nearby town. This time the tables were turned -- I was in the back waiting to talk with the doctor when Mr. PS came in. The receptionist decided I had overstayed my welcome and called my name over the announcement system. Mortified, I rushed to the front desk. There stood a grinning Mr. PS. I remembered his name, but not our first meeting several months earlier. Annoyed to be called out, I reluctantly accompanied him back since he offered to introduce me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The doctor was nice enough and asked why Mr. PS was not yet dating me. [Sidenote - doctors and office staff had tried to set up dates for Mr. PS for years in an attempt to get him to settle down, so this question was apparently not out of his norm.] Mr. PS politely replied that I was married. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">You, dear reader, already know that this was not how my story ended. And so I explained that while no longer engaged, I was one week in to my fresh new start of work and life. Whaaaa?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stunned, mouths agape, they tried to smooth over the situation with apologies. I was okay with it, part of healing was being honest with myself. Just like it says in the Bible, the truth shall make you free.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of course there is a third time we met...and I'll save that story for tomorrow!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now it's your turn to share. I'm interested to know if it was at first sight or after a few choice encounters for you to fall for your beloved?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><br />
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</span></div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-9399473617548265612011-07-04T00:06:00.000-07:002011-07-04T00:06:00.221-07:00Happy Birthday, USA!Ahhh, 4th of July! One of my favorite holidays of the year, today holds a special place in my heart. You may remember back in March that I made brief mention of my previous military service. Though I usually don't reveal much about the experience, today it seems appropriate to give you a glimpse of that piece of me.<br />
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I don't know how or where I developed my deep love of America, but that desire propelled me to wear a uniform for the first 12 formative years of my adult life.<br />
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My college experience was offbeat for sure. Instead of going to Ohio State or Duke, I accepted an appointment to the U.S. Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. I majored in political science, joined the cheerleading squad, and was voted captain of the gymnastics team. If it weren't for all those uniforms and alarm bells sounding each hour of the day, it'd be just like real college. At least, that's what I tell myself!<br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From Annapolis, I went on to Naval Postgraduate School in Monterey, California. This was my chance to decompress and have a more normal college experience. No class on Fridays, taking coursework that only focused on your major...and unlike Annapolis, there were thankfully no physics, calculus, chemistry, or engineering requirements for this humanities grad! We were on an accelerated program and after a one-year thesis curriculum I earned my M.A. in National Security Affairs in Middle Eastern Studies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></div>The time I spent in the military was richly rewarding, with life experiences and opportunities unmatched in my civilian life. I've lived on both coasts and made 10 military household moves, road tripping back and forth across the country from Maryland... to California... to Florida... to California... to Viriginia... to Florida... to Washington state... to D.C.<br />
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In 2003 and again in 2004, I deployed to the Middle East.<br />
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Although I did not last a 20-year career, I'm proud of the time I served. All of the patriotic holidays remind me of the brave men and women who volunteer to go to the front lines and defend the freedom we enjoy as Americans.<br />
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Take a moment today and say thanks to those you know still serving in uniform. I asked my friends via Facebook why they thought America was great. I'll leave you with their thoughts, and feel free to add a comment and keep the list growing. Happy birthday, USA!<br />
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Courtney - <i>bonfires and communities</i><br />
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Bella - <i>possibly the best BBQ places in the world, large foodie population, awesome regional personalities and cultures</i><br />
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Mike - <i>grassroots anything, hamburgers, national parks</i><br />
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Bev - <i>freedom!</i><br />
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Yo - <i>choices, diversity, and bleeding hearts</i><br />
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Mike (round 2!) - <i>innovation, baseball, rock and roll</i><br />
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Bella (round 2!) - <i>some of the coolest architecture/monuments in North America </i>[ed. Hoover Dam and Mount Rushmore]<br />
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Amanda - <i>Ben & Jerry's, Steve Jobs, interstate highway system, whole foods, sesame street, ansel adams, emily dickinson, the daily show, glee, groupon, disney world, calories on the starbucks menu, the bill of rights, and duct tape</i><br />
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Mike (round 3!) - <i>Bob Dylan, Mark Twain, Woody Guthrie, CBGB's and OMFUG, Saturday Night Live, Max's Kansas City, Caddyshack, Hollywood</i><br />
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</i>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-37254096549138552902011-07-01T01:56:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:49:49.706-07:00Out on a LimbThis week has been one for blog randomness...I'll focus more on planning details next week - I promise! There's lots to share about venues, dressing the maids, and dressing the moms, as well as deets about how we met, the proposal, and the all-important ring story. I've got a lot of ground to cover to get us through the next few months to W-Day!<br />
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Today I'll finish the week with a family story about nesting. You've already met Ollie, the seven pounds of snuggly sunshine we spoil with affection. Isn't he so sweet?<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ollie acts more like a doting puppy than a indifferent feline in all ways but one. He is a brat cat when it comes to toys and playthings. The most glaring example? Mr. PS loves to rub it in that Ollie prefers a cardboard box to an designer bed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ollie doesn't venture outdoors, so he's limited to what's inside for comfort and stimulation. He's been oversleeping and doesn't have a high place to call his own except for the window sill. I've been looking for many, many months for a cat climber that combines functionality with pleasing aesthetics. The Hepper was a step in a direction that failed to appeal to my furry friend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm finally understanding that it's not about me on this one. If Ollie doesn't take to it, it's useless no matter how pretty it is. I learned the hard way with the Hepper pod, so carpet and sisal it is. At least it blends with the wall and curtains!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Everyone wins today, Ollie played himself to sleep...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And with that, I'd love to hear about your fur children and the ways you choose to spoil them. Do you have your own Hepper-like story, or do you hit home runs after a pet store purchase?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-78819861536251893232011-06-30T00:06:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:49:20.961-07:00"PANIC: We're Still Hanging On"We interrupt our regularly scheduled blog post for an "iPhone down" alert. At approximately 4:42 pm PDT, Mr. PS's phone turned off without prompting. Uh oh.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmK_KmE8L9q7fgfS59oDPKc71rtvfgHqY7mZM1dlnpl4F6UZdGcXpH10K60uFeNYenay7VHA3xqOjQjbII_68zAONFOMucdIsUIyKN8i4_-T8z67Qms-IL1ZQIM2BEUaX5GnddoZvYk_d/s1600/fix-iphone-unknown-error-1618-800x800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmK_KmE8L9q7fgfS59oDPKc71rtvfgHqY7mZM1dlnpl4F6UZdGcXpH10K60uFeNYenay7VHA3xqOjQjbII_68zAONFOMucdIsUIyKN8i4_-T8z67Qms-IL1ZQIM2BEUaX5GnddoZvYk_d/s320/fix-iphone-unknown-error-1618-800x800.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">error image by dead_account from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><a href="http://www.fotolia.com/" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; cursor: pointer; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Fotolia.com</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><i><a href="http://www.ehow.co.uk/how_6628716_fix-iphone-unknown-error-1618.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">via</span></a></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikk_ggORdrlKqH5SyR1VRQ9u-8IpUoFttNFWa6732N6OijkzXAQYhLjcRY31fKOimeZ7Ge9J_4b6y8jrN_hSNpC0r9sLLc7BewJEkEuOL3h8l5xL1tDkif008aN-RyX6wJ6LA-tvCw51e_/s1600/asup.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikk_ggORdrlKqH5SyR1VRQ9u-8IpUoFttNFWa6732N6OijkzXAQYhLjcRY31fKOimeZ7Ge9J_4b6y8jrN_hSNpC0r9sLLc7BewJEkEuOL3h8l5xL1tDkif008aN-RyX6wJ6LA-tvCw51e_/s1600/asup.JPG" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><i><a href="http://www.baltimoreorgan.com/organ/index.php?Itemid=51&catid=3:musical&id=1531:you-keep-me-hanging-on&option=com_content&view=article"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">via</span></a></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I had a date night with a dear friend and came home after 8 pm to find Mr. PS in a distressed state. We call this the "sad beagle puppy" face. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWmrC9B4Ir7mpMbJqLvrTzMFh9DTkzWO5CTe-pUksdhF3udz7pTpgqApIH3eMzmkJe1-_Szb2zEIxjfawurG8FbNn9WwGrm6CsXVRtti6r3YQD_owO6pe6jB5gcANiUIeYb8e6nJc0hrI/s1600/Beagle-Puppy-3.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">via</span></a></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">* </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">personal photo * </span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">We'll let you be the judge, and I'm sure you can empathize if your phone's screen looked something like this, too.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Okay, okay - maybe I'm exaggerating, but nowadays cell phones serve as our main communications pathway to the world. And if you're like us, 'landline' doesn't exist in our vocabulary, let alone our household. His phone needed fixing, and STAT!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can troubleshoot technology pretty well, and Mr. PS reluctantly let me takeover his computer to perform the backup and restore functions, slick the device and start fresh. In all honesty, I felt a little anxious. If the restore was unsuccessful, I was the only one to blame. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm82nn4kawRB8IxdzTygb2-gXLRxgWP1n9dzW7zFzaBt-d4NP8vgwJALScJf4VhyphenhyphenZazO7ZLjQaTTsg6IOVCH8YofXBoo0lPrU-K47jghf4ri_K7yAVSo0AgRb-Lliq75nRehWEjm7koARX/s1600/web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm82nn4kawRB8IxdzTygb2-gXLRxgWP1n9dzW7zFzaBt-d4NP8vgwJALScJf4VhyphenhyphenZazO7ZLjQaTTsg6IOVCH8YofXBoo0lPrU-K47jghf4ri_K7yAVSo0AgRb-Lliq75nRehWEjm7koARX/s320/web.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i>* iPhone self portrait *</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">The first attempt did not take. I got Error Code 14. Huh?! I was visibly nervous and chanted "go, go, go" and "do it, do it, do it" under my breath for the better part of 20 minutes on the second try. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This time, victory was mine. Hooray!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><i><br />
</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'll admit, I felt proud to display my technical ability for Mr. PS and his most cherished everyday possession. But more than that, I felt that he trusted me to take care of him during a moment when his pride could have interfered. Sync complete. Very cool. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now let's turn the tables. Have you had a similar experience in coming through for your beloved? I'm curious to learn about those strengths where your [future] spouse leans on you to lead the way. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><br />
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</span></span></div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-61025944138660244072011-06-29T00:47:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:48:38.733-07:00One Track Mind<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This wasn't what I had in mind to reveal today, but unfortunately Mr. PS caught me with the proverbial pants down. Oh no!</span><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Promise not to laugh? I'm addicted to reality TV. Last night's guilty pleasure featured "The Bachelorette," courtesy of our DVR.</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: center; text-autospace: none;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We affectionately refer to it as 2 hours of your life that you will never get back, it's that bad. And yet I love it. Mr. PS rolls his eyes and endures the drama, the tears, and the ridiculous return of Bentley because he loves me. I told you he's great, and I can't say it enough! Here's a reminder of how happy we are.</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Unfortunately, my indulgence in reality TV is not the worst of it. It's time I let you in on an embarrassing character flaw. As much as I wish it were, this is NOT me:</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Although I'm learning to accept my multi-tasking incompetence, it's still difficult to say [deep breath] -- out loud. Whew, now you know, and can probably sense the perfect storm waiting to make landfall.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mr. PS was watching intently while I was google searching at the same time. I didn't hear his comment about the nice guy on the date who didn't have much life experience. I didn't even say 'mm hmm' to semi-acknowledge he was talking to me.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After a 'hey' and a gentle nudge, Mr. PS noticed that I was facing exactly perpendicular from the proper viewing angle of the television. In that moment, he incredulously posed a question to the universe:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">"What am I, watching this show </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">all by myself?!"</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Instead, I let out a huge laugh and couldn't stop! My poor future husband had been sucked into a story line of my show that <i>I</i> wasn't even bothering to watch. We finished out the episode together and then he quickly changed the channel to watch a poker tournament. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></span></div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-74133690925851158332011-06-28T00:13:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:45:51.609-07:00Puttin' on the Ritz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm excited to share today's post because it's the first of many opportunities to gush over the greatness that is my future husband. You see, it's Mr. PS who demonstrated how to make a wedding decision. With ease. And good judgment. And without changing it three times over. (Can you tell I'm a teeny bit envious of his natural ability in this department?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After several months of struggling with venues. And color palettes. And themes. And flowers...I decided it was time to punt the planning over to Mr. PS. I thought for sure that dressing the men would buy me few weeks of sanity while he was in charge. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So on a rainy Tuesday in February, Mr. PS lovingly agreed to share our weekly date night with a third wheel. We trudged over to our local Men's Wearhouse where I secretly hoped to meet this man:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No such luck. However, when Mr. PS crossed the threshold of the store, the warm, friendly welcome made him look like the celebrity! Little did I know that he had been buying his suits here for nearly a decade and his consultant happened to be on shift. We were in good hands. Even better, we learned about a little sale that happens every few months and as luck would have it was running just then.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whaaaa?! Seriously? This is where my mind is blown in 3....2....1...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We wanted suits, and suits we got. Instead of asking our guys to rent a tux and fork out $149 for a rental, they are getting a suit they can keep. The suit retails for $200, and with the sale applied came out to $100 each. Their ties and shirts were also BOGO. Their shirts, originally $40, were on sale for $20 and with the offer averaged to $10 per shirt. SCORE! You wanna see the goods? Of course you do!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just like that and in an instant, the boys were dressed. Mr. PS gave me a hug and a kiss, and a bit of advice - "Wedding planning is easy." I hate to admit it, but he's right. Too bad his skill has yet to rub off of me. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friends, this is totally the way to go IMHO. Trusting Mr. PS with wedding tasks has given us with so many memories and great stories. When I see all the decisions we've made on W-Day, I'll feel pride and happiness to remember that we're in it and did it together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-76383890778687329172011-06-27T00:06:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:46:27.403-07:00Bridal Breakdown # ?? - I've lost count.Hello dear friends, happy Monday! I hope your weekend was full of fun and happiness. Mine certainly was, although it didn't start out that way...<br />
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Remember last week I was all insightful and inspired? I even had the nerve to use 'om' in one of those posts. Well, it only took a mysteriously missing bridesmaid's dress to derail the zen-like approach to wedding planning in one quick instant. My FB status update says it all.<br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">WTH is right, Miss Rachel. It's a bit of a story that I'll save for later this week. Here's a preview of that super fun day with my girls 3 months ago. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">For now, suffice it to say that I ordered and paid for all the dresses at that same time in one transaction. The dresses finally came in - YAY! and I picked them up last Friday before rushing off to the airport to visit my Maid of Honor in SoCal. Imagine my surprise turned frustration when the consultant said "she hasn't ordered hers yet" after I asked about the one that didn't come in. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I now fully understand why couples elope, and those who don't wish they had. Here's a glimpse of our dream wedding heaven if I could have only let go of marriage in the church. Ahhhhh, Cabo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">But I digress. After a mildly tearful meltdown alone in the car, I laughed at myself for thinking that "nothing is ever easy." Thankfully, I was on my way to visit my dear Maid of Honor. If anyone could make this process fun again, it would be her. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">We even managed to squeeze in some computer time devoted to wedding planning. She came through in a big way and I'm back from the brink of another bridal breakdown - thanks, friend!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now you know how I regain sanity when the going gets rough...I jet off to somewhere fun with friends! Who keeps you grounded on this roller-coaster journey to matrimony? What are your favorite escapes or de-stressing tips? I could definitely use them for a rainy day, so please take a moment and comment below!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy Friday, we made it. I'm finally making a return to work today after a weeklong battle with a sinus infection and laryngitis - yuk. Talk about good timing, I'm getting back just in time for the weekend. TGIF!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll pause to bring you a quick wedding freakout: TODAY MARKS 100 DAYS UNTIL W-DAY. That means it's a double-digit countdown for the next three months, AAAACK! Okay, freakout over. I just needed to capture that in writing somewhere, haha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yesterday's ramblings about wedding planning as a process of self-discovery sidetracked my initial intent to entertain you with outrageous hair styling. Some may argue 'high fashion' or 'couture,' and I'll let you be the judge.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For example, I thought about adding a flower as an accessory to my wedding hairstyle. Something romantic like a real gardenia would be easy enough to get from my florist and tuck behind my ear. Then again...maybe I want my stylist to work harder and create flowers out of my hair, like this?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm not sure what to make of this next style, so I consulted a creative genius, Mr. PS. I'm afraid to report that his imagination failed us here. Do you see a pig snout? Neither did I. He quickly recovered to say that it looked like a modern-day take on Princess Leia's locks, but I'm not letting the original suggestion go that easily.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now you might be thinking that it would be impossible to combine the first two styles into one. I'll ask you to think again, my friends. It HAS been done:</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And our last stop on the tour of outrageous hair needs no explanation. My only question is - how did they do THAT?!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Needless to say, I'll stick with the tamer selections I shared yesterday. Especially after a second look, none of those fancy 'dos seem veil-friendly. So which will it be -- Beyonce, Anne, or Sandra? And the winner is...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's another example I found that's similarly inspired.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did your choice align with mine, or did you prefer another style? Post a comment and let me know what you're thinking. Thanks for sharing another week with me. Have a great weekend and see you back here on Monday!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">p.s. In case you're wondering, the title is a song blast from the mid-90s past by Beck. He explained the song as being "A really simplistic metaphor for the evil of vanity."<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><a href="http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=3550">via</a> </i></span>Fitting, no?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-79634357259142282382011-06-23T00:06:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:41:09.464-07:00By Hook or By CrookIt's time to create my wedding day look! No intentions to accomplish this 'by any means necessary,' though I always enjoy a good rhyme...<br />
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I've chosen the dress, which shall remain unposted here. Mr.PS reads my blog and prefers to be surprised on our wedding day. We'll honor his choice for another three months. And like my shoes, I said yes to the dress...twice. Are you sensing a theme here? [Ed. note: I probably should have considered 'indecisive bride' as my screen name - LOL!]<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The challenge is that time is quickly ticking down to W-Day and it's imperative to make decisions that I can stick with. Instead of over-thinking each task and forcing a choice in my quest for these:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">...it's more important to take a deep breath and really <i>feel</i> that the choice is a reflection of me. I rarely approach everyday decisions with my heart, which may be why I find wedding planning so maddening. I'm learning that it can serve as a means to self-growth if I choose to accept the challenge. om.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Whoa. Now I'm on a journey not only to find my inner voice, but to listen to it, too?! I didn't know I signed up for this when I said yes to the proposal and the ring...who knew decisions like flowers and shoes and makeup and hair could be so deeply affecting?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">With this in mind, let's get to it, shall we? First stop is hair. I'm planning to wear it down and have narrowed 75 photo inspirations down to three distinct styles. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We'll start with the loose, wavy locks of Beyonce. Very sexy, I'm wondering how much hairspray will be necessary to keep the curl fresh all day. Sounds like mission impossible.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Next up, the stylish curls of Anne Hathaway. This look has potential: it's polished and more finished than my everyday hair. And it may stand the test of time. Bookmarked!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And finally, who didn't love the sleek look of Sandra Bullock at the 2010 Academy Awards. Absolutely gorgeous in it's sophisticated simplicity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">So now, dear readers, I turn over the choice to you. I've already decided and would love to hear which celeb you think has the most wedding-worthy hairstyle for my big day. Comment below and I'll post my big reveal tomorrow!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-3691516874745169022011-06-22T00:06:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:47:43.453-07:00WHiV SiVI don't know about you, but it seems I'm always coming across new acronyms to interpret and add to my texting and chat vernacular. I've got the very basic ones down...<br />
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Outside of that I end up having to ask what the acronym means. I guess that defeats the purpose of using them, but then again, ignorance is NOT bliss when it comes to acronym soup.<br />
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So what's the message I'm trying to send you in the title? My girls are planning a bachelorette/bridal shower party for yours truly and it's looking like this:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Get it? WHiV SiV = What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I'm still battling a sinus infection and laryingitis. Let's just say after a trip to the doctor's office, I'm losing the battle but winning the war. Knowing that there's a girls trip to Vegas on the horizon definitely perked my spirits today. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Share the plans or dreams for your own bachelorette party in the comments below and show me some love!<br />
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</div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-9561308277431728492011-06-21T00:06:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:39:23.452-07:00Aller guten Dinge sind drei.No, I don't speak German. However, I was happy to discover the origin of the idea that "all good things come in threes." Things like:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Three little kittens, the Three Stooges, and ...huh?! Let me explain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've spent the greater part of two days in bed trying to kick this cold to the curb. I've had zero reserve energy for TV watching, message board posting, or surfing the web. Don't get me wrong, sleeping is my favorite hobby, but this was getting ridiculous!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There was only one thing that could get me out of bed today, and I totally forgot about it until Mr.PS came home. He greeted me with a bedside kiss and told me a box came in the mail. Bolting upright, I jumped out of bed to break into my newest wedding treasure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Those of you who have accepted the challenge of finding your wedding shoes will likely agree -- this is no easy task. Those of you who haven't are probably wondering "What's the big deal? No one will see your shoes under your dress anyway." Let me attempt to persuade you with something fellow fanatics affectionately refer to as shoe porn. Not only are they lovely, they make for a great photo op!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</i></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You'll soon come to learn that I have fully exercised my right to change my mind with all things wedding related, and shoes were no exception. My first pair were charcoal gray Badgley Mischka 'Frank'. I fell in love with the color to match Mr. PS's wedding suit, and the fabric rosette complemented my wedding gown sash.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhch5gwewK7rQ3aS82WWCmiORZUk8ef704ROfgR3pkH3lpsuH2sphQLK4ENWD9Q2CdPSzLz298ESsjExuEeL2SGMchz7onPoemuk9Vd5bwN6T26vVnjHUXGQ47rV3s6frgMY_wJOBfnY9Zh/s1600/Badgley-Mischka-Frank-Satin-Evening-Pumps-with-Rosette-Bloomingdales.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhch5gwewK7rQ3aS82WWCmiORZUk8ef704ROfgR3pkH3lpsuH2sphQLK4ENWD9Q2CdPSzLz298ESsjExuEeL2SGMchz7onPoemuk9Vd5bwN6T26vVnjHUXGQ47rV3s6frgMY_wJOBfnY9Zh/s200/Badgley-Mischka-Frank-Satin-Evening-Pumps-with-Rosette-Bloomingdales.jpeg" width="159" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://www.blissweddingblog.com/2011/04/romantic-inspiration-board.html">via</a></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfortunately, these shoes were sheer torture when it came to wearing them for my hour-long dress fittings. Though sad to admit it, my pretties had to be replaced. Good fortune struck when I came across the Miss America 'Zuma' at DSW. Double score - they were tall enough to wear with my dress and were on clearance for $30. Mr. PS thought my feet looked sexy in them - added bonus!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5ArScJeRXlNev6BjXW8WbR3Lb8JoHvGXw9RomH8HT8wEKQ-c7RSy8xl5sByZRIIgl2oPWgSUuA_M0RcTqjdNYM2TO1_XpsIe4wdHWc6OdBfG5JxwBDMNsKly_3KWjrEsG1qZzmcL8C6b/s1600/220167_029_ss_01.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5ArScJeRXlNev6BjXW8WbR3Lb8JoHvGXw9RomH8HT8wEKQ-c7RSy8xl5sByZRIIgl2oPWgSUuA_M0RcTqjdNYM2TO1_XpsIe4wdHWc6OdBfG5JxwBDMNsKly_3KWjrEsG1qZzmcL8C6b/s320/220167_029_ss_01.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/DSWShoes/220167_029_ss_01?wid=500&hei=500&fmt=jpg&qlt=100">via</a></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, I hope you will agree that these shoes are 'the ones'. They have received Mr. PS's stamp of approval of sexy feet and are a nod to my online screen name. And even better, they are comfortable! Without further ado, I'd like to introduce the pink sequined peep toe from Ann Taylor.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div></div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-42236072794381864962011-06-20T09:08:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:37:45.281-07:00Down for the CountHello, my darlings!<br />
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I was so excited to come back from our weekend retreat and share the highlights of our experience with you. Unfortunately, I have been sick with a sinus infection and laryngitis for a week now.<br />
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I went straight to bed when we got home, and except for 10 minutes when Mr. PS woke me to eat dinner he made, I have been asleep for 16 hours. Yes, and I'm ready to sleep for 16 more.<br />
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Please accept my apologies, I hope to be back on the blog with real content soon!<br />
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Here's a teaser photo of us on the weekend to tide you over until tomorrow...<br />
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</div>Pink Sequinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06914565933306413740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-577919385272325971.post-55032618931025677762011-06-17T00:29:00.000-07:002011-07-03T10:36:56.943-07:00A Wedding Is A Day...<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...A Marriage is a Lifetime.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I've spent the first week of blog resurrection focused on a small-ish detail that sent me reeling back into wedding planning. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have devoted 4 posts about battling to flower victory if it weren't important to me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHN7IfwOKRQS8gdkIwIRwdvmUKUQxDT19xwYzn8LSo89fsNXnnkDTFK_TdJz3QS4b42rpCtfGMSivFNTwZtm1uEAoX6a-V5BXU9jRDPQa0pmcl-8bskledMfA5zttsvcT0gZnxvbarQG5/s1600/unplanned_detour_sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHN7IfwOKRQS8gdkIwIRwdvmUKUQxDT19xwYzn8LSo89fsNXnnkDTFK_TdJz3QS4b42rpCtfGMSivFNTwZtm1uEAoX6a-V5BXU9jRDPQa0pmcl-8bskledMfA5zttsvcT0gZnxvbarQG5/s1600/unplanned_detour_sign.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="http://blog.openviewpartners.com/3-product-prioritization-pitfalls-to-avoid/">via</a></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>However, I feel a detour is now appropriate because Mr.PS and I have arrived at the weekend of our Engaged Encounter. As Catholics, we must complete a weekend seminar to fulfill a requirement for marriage in our local parish. Specifically, we seek:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This little piece of paper is our passport to matrimony! But more than that, the weekend is a timeout from real life to connect and reflect on our relationship. Don't trust me, it's on their website...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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