Author Archives: Mallory

{51 – Thrifty in White}

If we’re going to be really honest here — and we are, but only for today– this wedding is getting big and a little complicated. You don’t have to tell me that everything will be beautiful and the day will end up being lovely. I know that. I’m putting in countless hours each week to

{Upstate Wedding Shower}

Everyone survived the wedding shower/ stag party in Upstate, though there were a few moments there wherein my beloved future husband became intimately acquainted with my uncle’s bar-room toilet, and I was worried about the potential for alcohol poisoning. This is what happens when my uncles get their hands on people. They’re the manliest he-men

Home for the Weekend.

James and I trekked Upstate for our Upstate Wedding Shower this weekend. Our 4.5 hour-long train ride took 6.5 hours, due to electrical problems {burning} and a ten-year old kid who told the conductor that he was traveling with his mother. It turned out, however, that she had sent him to school that morning and

{58 – PDA – Pretty Haute Mess}

I have oscillated through a handful of Online Bridal Site Phases. Hear me out. I started out not wanting to get sucked into Wedding World. Everyone looked so happy all the time; it didn’t seem normal. From the outside, it looked like a world of white, where women drank red wine and didn’t spill it

{60 Days – Wedding Mode}

Time Remaining Until Wedding: {60 Days} I spent the weekend in Wedding Mode. I felt bad for James, who kept trying to talk to me about extra-wedding things, much to his own detriment. “Hey, Mal!” He said as he got home from work on Friday, planting a kiss on my forehead. “How was your lunch

{63 – DIY Planning & “Oh Shit” Moments}

Hi! Yessss, I do realize we are now halfway through January and I haven’t updated. I took a self-imposed vacation from both my sites, and gave myself an extra two weeks off. I could tell you I’m sorry, but I don’t like to lie. The truth is, I needed the break from both blogs. Partially

{Save The Dates & Respite}

We have only just begun to recover from being snowed in for 72 straight hours after the blizzard last weekend. I’m in the process of trying to nail down a hotel package for the wedding party, and am playing phone tag with our Venue over a potential change to our package now that they’re under

{Cookies: The Cure for the Common Humbug}

We here in the land of the ‘burbs have been bah-humbugging it up for the past week or so. I went from having almost nothing to do {boring} to having far too much to do {tiresome}. There doesn’t seem to be a happy medium. And the list of people to whom I owe e-mail replies

{Holiday Survival}

At the end of every family recipe I write down, you will find the same two ingredients. They are there as an homage to my mother, who refuses to find a way to cook without them. The ingredients are Wine & Chocolate. Rarely are they added to her recipes – chicken and dumplings doesn’t receive

{The Most Terrifying Sight.}

I was in Penn Station, at Starbucks, rifling through my bag for my wallet, so I could just buy my damn latte and get on with my day. I had been jostled on the train, and had had a stroke of brilliance that I almost didn’t write down in time, because of all the jostling,