Menstrual Cups: The Ultimate Feminist Travel Accessory
I like to live on the edge. Which is why I decide that the day I’m wearing a string bikini on my first international holiday with…
Travel Blooper Friday: My Brooklyn Disappearing Act
With the start of the school year just around the corner (thanks for reminding me, Target, and every other retail establishment in America), I thought today…
The First of the Bridal Nightmares…
They’re starting: the pre-wedding nightmares. I’m told this is all part of the process, but still: already? PIC and I are in St. Maarten for crying…
The Bridal Learning Curve: How to Get Free Wine
I’ve been a bride-to-be for about two and a half weeks now and all I can say is… wow! There’s a rather steep learning curve. Stuff…
In Defense of the Wedding Reality Show (plus a whole lot of snark)
As most of you know, I love me a good wedding reality show. The dresses, the décor, the drama… they make folding laundry much more exciting.…
Travel Blooper Friday: There’s No “Sand” in “Sandwich” (at least there shouldn’t be)
In honor of our upcoming week at the beach (yes, an entire week!) this week’s travel blooper features a rather sad Jersey Shore incident that took…
Okay, Okay, On with the Fuss
This is why I love writing a blog: I can freak out, write about, and smart people give me great advice. For free. 24 hours later,…
The Big, White (Guilt) Wedding
Okay, I’ll be honest with you. Yesterday’s weekend wedding planning index left off one rather important figure… Number of times I started crying, even though I…
Weekend Index: Wedding Planning Edition
Number of venues visited in the last 48 hours: 8 Total number of indoor water slides at Venue #6: 2 Number of venues crossed off the…
Travel Blooper Friday: (Ano)the(r) Great Underwear Debacle
It’s Friday, which means its time to stop talking weddings and start talking travel bloopers. Here’s one from high school, and like last week’s (in which…
Big and White (And No, This Post is NOT about Getting Married)
I’ve learned, in my five and a half days as a bride-to-be, that sometimes you’ve got to take a step back. It’s no easy feat, planning…
Breadsticks and the Bridal Brain
It’s just before noon and I decide, after several rather delirious hours of congratulatory messages, that I had better eat something other than Cracklin’ Oat Bran.…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 