Nordstrom celebrates spring with The Little White Dress! Check out this lovely collection of white dresses for all your bridal events on the way to the chapel.
And in other news. My first official impulse Pinterest-to-purchase:
{Darling}
When the hubby’s away, the wifey will play…But seriously, it’s obviously a sign, no? 😉
Because sometimes you just need to throw your hands in the air and confetti everywhere…
I cannot. CANNOT get over this groomsmen attire. The double-breasted jacket just seems so rugged, yet sophisticated and reminds me of a lifetime ago when lords and dukes ruled.
What do you think?
Zee hubby came up to me the other day and said, “Did you know that otters hold hands to keep from floating away when they sleep?”. And while I did happen to know this AWWW-dorable fun fact, it was the sweetest thing to see his excitement in sharing this new found knowledge.
Even cuter?
He said this as he grabbed my hand…
So to my hubby. Thanks for not letting me float away.
Would be replaced with ecstatic, joyous, squeals should any of you lads out there choose to drop this little question at the bottom of your lady’s coffee cup….
#justsayin
Paris. Amor. Lavender. Tiffany’s. Bubbles. Champagne. Tory Burch. Aqua. Sparkles. Purple. Teal. Diamonds. and Fairy Tales…
And Fairy Tales…
Because my little Yuri only gets married once. Because you only live once. You only love once.
#YOLO
{Teal Ombre Bridesmaid Dresses}
{Purple Ombre Bridesmaids Dresses}
{Mixes of Turquoise and Violet}
{DIY Ombre Sugar Hearts for the Guests – Tutorial}
{Frozen Fruits and Champagne Jello Shots}
{Ombre cake with Gilded Detail}
{Colored glass and lavender florals}
Oh Tory…
{Instagram and Love Notes}
But most importantly…
Yes. Lettuce.
{Disclaimer: I still adore weddings and sparkles…and glitter that sparkles. I’ll still be using this platform to share my Robin Hooding adventures in wedding wonderfulness. But in the sake of efficiency…and sanity…decided why not use this little soap box for mixing business and pleasure?}
1:49 AM. Ping. My email proclaimed the announcement of the novella titled “Not My Job”.
First. Wow! After 5PM. Impressive, but maybe we should talk about balance…
Second. My response. After reconsidering my ridiculous request to go beyond the team’s automated processes (What.Was.I.Thinking.). I whole-heartedly agree. Please pack your things. A security member will escort you from the office.
Third. Oh how I wish I could hit reply. Must. Hit. Send. Delete.
Now in the bright hours of the morning, I allow myself a little self-indulge fest imagining this scene playing out. And I realize in this situation the only way I have to prevent rehashing these not my job scenes, is to make it MY JOB. In that I mean:
“I’m CEO bitch”
Zuck style.
But all kidding aside these personalities make me sad. They have the ability to counter any positive, inspirational infusion in the workplace, and then some.
Coming off the Feb issue of Fast Company. A front to (flipped) back salute to the power of creative collaboration and investment. Filled with innovative, leading companies and team (can you imagine one of the founders of Facebook saying, “Sorry team. Not my job”?). I have to ask what do you risk by saying not my job.
What could you gain by making it so?
{I’m mobile kids. Play nice with the grammar police}
A Circular Life 
