Finding The One
We are so happy. From the first time I laid eyes on her, I knew we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together. Ladies and Gentlemen, I have met the dress!It was a complete accident, and absolutely the opposite of what I had expected. I was at work, irreverently sifting through my leftover leaflets from the Bridal Circus, and I came across one flyer I had strategically planned on ignoring. It was the shop belonging to the woman who accosted me like a fly in her soufflé. And they were having a trunk show.Trunk shows and sample sales are the real stuff little girls dream of. Well, at least little girls who walk down the str

Fear of Commitment
It was inevitable. As a skilled journalist and a strategic storyteller, I should have seen it coming. If you take a long intermission, the audience will cry for more. And it has come. “Maika, how are wedding plans going?” they ask with good intentions. “Errrr—uhm---I-uh…” I stammer, begging for the director to

The Greatest Show on Earth
I recently survived a spectacle of splendor, a test of the imagination, an exhilarating romp on the wild side. I was shocked, impressed, and completely exhausted by my latest trip to Weddingworld, this time by way of a circus known as the Bridal Show.Never has so much crazy fit into one room. Cake on a stick. Diamonds on a Kleenex. Karaoke on – well, steroids. Did you know you can even rent dancing animals to perform a unity sand ceremony? I can just see it now. “I now pronounce you man and wife. Please pause for a brief interlude from Fifi, the harmonica-playing purse dog.” The only thing more interesting than the items

Let Them Eat Fried
It is true—I can have it all. Tonight as I was sauntering down the isles of my neighborhood grocery store, wandering aimlessly in my quest for nourishment, I came across a serious dilemma. I found the dinner I should have, and the dinner that made me salivate--the single dish that made me stop my stilettos in a knees shaking, jaw dropping, reach-through-the-freezer-door-and-grab-it-like-a-designer-bag-on-clearance sort of way. Buffalo fried mozzarella sticks. It was going to be a difficult uphill battle for the poor, lean, flimsy lemon herb tilapia.Suddenly my brain catapulted me back to the fierce mistress of all weddings, the checklist--particularly the task I’d set for my

Please: Leave Baggage Unattended
I’m writing you from Music City. If any place in the world has embraced its own reputation, it’s Nashville. In one fantastic airport bar I can find my favorite drink, grab some great barbecue, and listen to live country music all at the same time. It’s such a treat to the senses that I don’t even mind waiting a few hours for my flight to take me home. I feel like a real “King of the Road.”A great wedding reception is the same way. Last weekend in Kansas City I discovered such a party, the kind that makes you want to throw off your shoes, forget your coat and the door, leave your purse all alone at the table, and shout the sweet joy of Journey.Julie and Ke