The wedding bliss continues: my dear friend and longest-running roommate got married on Saturday. I am still beaming with love and happiness for her and the lucky groom. It was such an honor to be a part of the ceremony and watch her make the biggest commitment of her adult life. She is one in a million friends.
My Mom celebrated a big birthday last week. A lady never shares her age, so I won’t spoil it here. But it was a round number, one worthy of some really good presents. The poor thing was a little under the weather on her actual birthday, so we celebrated before and after with champagne of course. I am so lucky to call her mine.
Wedding season is in full swing for us! We have a wedding a month between now and the start of 2014 (including our own). And the engagments keep coming too–I just love reasons to celebrate our friends! A few weekends ago we attended a gorgeous brunch on the rooftop of the Nomad Hotel in honor of our friends. The setting lovely, the weather just-right, and the couple as sweet as can be.
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When Adam and I got engaged, I had big plans to keep things small. I was thinking twelve people for dinner would be just lovely. Well, I was overruled and we are having the exact opposite of twelve people for dinner by every definition. Cue the comfort cocktail. As such, it took a wee while to pick a place and shape our plans. The only wedding component that was an easy decision for me? The stationery of course! The lovely and talented Mr. Boddington’s Studio was up to the job (thankfully). The first order of business was our save-the-dates.
My sweet friends wanted to celebrate my upcoming wedding with a little bachelorette soiree. I am exceptionally bad at being the center of attention so I tried to talk them out of it. We compromised with a “beach” weekend in Ft. Lauderdale, and boy am I glad we did. I feel so blessed to have such wonderful women in life for sixteen plus years and counting. There were delicious dinners, a splendid Saturday on the water, and a lot of adult beverages in between. I needed to thank them for planning such a special weekend, so I turned to Rifle Paper Co. and my long time makeup-obsession, They’re Real.
My sweet friend Claire is tieing the knot in a couple of weeks! I am beyond bummed I couldn’t make it to her bridal shower this weekend. She’s not really the shower-type so I felt it completely necessary to send two gifts, one that might make her blush a bit and get me a high-five from the groom. The other is from her registry of course, and although utilitarian, it’s Grandmother approved.
Prior to starting my new job, I spent a few days down south finalizing some wedding plans. I’ve shared my checking-things-off-a-list affinity before. And as those of you former brides know, planning a wedding is a series of massive lists that double in size when you’re not looking. None of my list-checking-off would have been possible without the lovely Lisa, planner extraordinaraire. She set up meetings, kept us calm when some of our vendors under-delivered, and transported us from city to city, show tunes soundtrack notwithstanding. A word: invaluable. Her birthday happened to be a day later, so I felt compelled to send her a little birthday love.
My friend Jenna is awesome. She was the recipient of the first ever Letters from Lauren, and for good reason. We’ve seen each other through lots of ups and downs. And lots of canned champagne. I thought this dear friend of mine could use a little high-five.
I love my weekly trips (ok you got me, sometimes thrice weekly) to my post box. The promise that lies within little box 1219 never fails to excite me–and rarely disappoints. I especially love a letter with a story, like the one I received from Molly a couple of weeks ago. It tugged at my heart and demanded a proper reply.
I trust you all had a lovely weekend and duly celebrated the Dad (s) in your life. I had the pleasure of dining with mine last night at The Modern (if only there had been time for a quick jaunt to the museum). He’s the best there is and he’s all mine–one of the perks of being an only child!
