Perfect One

The more I think about it, the less I care if my Love sees me in my dress before the wedding. I know that he will like me in anything I choose, and I don't feel like I need his approval on a dress, I just don't think its important. I showed him pictures from when I tried on dresses and he didn't even realize there were two different ones.

My dad didn't see my mom in her dress and they still got divorced so I don't think following superstitions makes a happy or lucky or long-lasting marriage. And a dress in a dress shop with my hair unkempt and my makeup not done is not the same as a dress walking down the aisle accompanied by a veil, curly hair, and six inch eyelashes.

At the end of the day, the dress isn't important. I let him see me in my dresses before we go to family parties and really, that's all a wedding is.

i love you, you love me...

I was at the gym yesterday and realized that my love of pink has turned to a love of purple. I seem to be going back through the color choices of my single-digit years. I had purple nails, a purple towel, a purple phone, a purple water bottle, and purple pants. As soon as I realized I got super self-conscious.

Then today on sfgirlbybay her Ode to Domino's My Deco Files the color purple was the theme and I LOVE them.

(See more at sfgirlbybay)

ma meilleure amie

Well, I survived midterms. I got some sketches out of it, and have to add accessories and expand the floor plan over the second half of the semester. Its been nice to step out of my comfort zone of 'Modern Design" and finally have the knowledge to execute what I envision onto paper. I think that to be a good designer you have to have a strong knowledge of all types/periods of design. I also think that set design would be really awesome to get into. But not if I have to live in LA.

My best friend came to visit and I tried on wedding dresses for the first time. We went to Glamour Closet in SF and the store was lovely. Only sample sizes, and since I have no job, I have no money, but we learned a lot about fit and color. Also, I have to lose 20 pounds to fit a sample size dress.



So we scheduled time with a personal trainer friend of my Love's and promptly went over to Paulette and bought 14 macarons and developed a crush on the french boy who works there.



Then we made our way over to Miette and bought two more sub par macarons and ate them in a park where a man had a parrot.


My Love bought us some tulips in a pot and they're beautiful, but floppy. I watered them and put them in the sun, but they're soooo tall and I am not a good farmer.


Then we put a fuzzy bug we found by our mailbox on a weed that's growing in our plumeria pot. I like the weed better than the plumeria that never bloomed, but lost all its leaves and is now a stupid stick in a tea cup pot.


I love that the new Chemistry.com advertisement features two gay guys.

Pictures look like crap when I upload them through blogger. I don't know what's wrong...

Money Honey

That being said, I don't want a donkey.

(via emily blows your mind)