Holy matrimony

Alright. So every once in a while, I indulge on looking at everything weddings -- pictures, party favors, center pieces, invitations, and of course... the DRESSES. God bless the dresses. I can't help it, weddings are a guilty pleasure for me. Even though I don't plan on being anyone's wife, I've always dreamed of having my own wedding. They're just so pretty (when done right, as far as style and taste go)!

When I imagine my wedding, everything is sepia toned, as if filmed with a tan sheer pantyhose filter. There is lots of lace, chiffon, beige flower petals, ivory and pink gold ribbons, pearls, some silver touches, and madeleines at the reception table. The men are all in their finest tailored suits, some with bowler hats, and my future husband has coattails. My hair is wavy, loose, and pinned back, playfully messy, and my dress is easy to breathe in, long and sheer with lots of lace overlays and chiffon fabric. I get so excited thinking about a wedding I probably won't even have!!!

"Fashion fades. Style remains the same."

My homegirl, Coco. She was never anyone's wife either, and she made her own money. I want to be like her -- tough and hardened by struggle and strife. Always elegant. Every time I feel like I am losing perspective on things, I remind myself to stay sharp and classy.

Mama got me tights, perfume, a dress, and meringues for Christmas. That's all I need! :D