The first one to bite the dust wasn’t me but we always knew it wasn’t going to be me - unless it was a drunken, drug themed, Vegas wedding… and although I am all for that, it has yet to happen. One of the loves of my life has been asked to join her longtime boyfriend for a lifetime of continued bliss and as I received the phone call, I screamed in delight much to dismay of my parents. (I was at home for thanksgiving.) The happiness of my fabulous lovers sometimes rivals my love for fashion. Sometimes.
And as proof, this post has nothing to do with fashion but just an outpouring of my immense desire and need for her and her mate to be happy forever - a word used with less weight as it once was before. Yet, I have no criticism, sarcastic words or pessimistic thoughts when I think of them and their future. All I have is love, as I know they do and will for a very long time.
My only request is that there are NOT bridesmaid’s dresses and if there are kids in the future, I will never have to babysit.
To one of the most important person in my life, Congratulations and I love you. Just don’t tell anyone.









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