Here Comes the Bride... In 14 years.

Good Morning Dear Readers,

So, at the moment, I am sitting on a lovely couch, staring out at the cascading jasmine, through French Windows. It's an absolutely lovely day. But, aside from it being a lovely day, it is also my parent's 16th wedding anniversary. Hurray! Bravo! God Save the Queen! I mean, 16 years is a long time, and of course, there are bumps along the road, but to be able to spend it happily, is a blessing.

Anyway, their wedding anniversary had me thinking about weddings. I've heard that most girls have their weddings planned to the tee, very Bride Wars-esque, and I always thought that was completely and utterly ridiculous... until I planned mine. Okay, my wedding is going to be utterly fantastic, and my fiancee (Shia LeBoeuf, per chance?), is going to have absolutely no say in the matter. Oh, I'm only joking, he can choose whether or not he wants to say I do or not.

So, now I am going to tell you my idealistic plan for my wedding, which, will probably all fall apart and never happen, and I'll end up marrying a man from Kansas and having my wedding in a barn. Not that there's wrong with that... it's just not New York... or the Plaza.

Of course, the dress is the most important part! Kate Middleton's bouquet, Blair Waldorf's dress (Don't judge me, c'mon, admit it, her dress was gorgeous), and the Her Serene Highness Grace Kelly's makeup. Perfectly simple.

Now, there are obviously loads more, but it's time for me to take a trip to brunch... When I come back I'll write all about Tacky vs. Classy. Avoir! Á tout à l'heure!


Love Always.