So tomorrow is the big day. I am becoming the Mrs. counterpart to the loveliest man in the world. Thought I would give you one last post before I disappear from the grid for a little love hiatus. Just a couple weeks to get this wife thing down, and spend some sweet moments with my hubby on our honeymoon. Thank you to all who follow this little labour of love and thank you for all the overwhelming kindness. It is making this incredibly joyful moment even more incredibly joyful. One last one for the road… Self portrait shirt
I have a guilty conscience
I finally had the occasion to sport one of my favourite looks from Alexander Wang’s Spring collection. I went a little overboard with this particular season from my favourite designer, and now pretty much own every piece I drooled over when presented on the runway last September. Such a fun take on branding, and not being so serious as far as the F word is concerned. F word being Fashion of course. Jeez a bunch of dirty mouths you must all have. Anyways more Wang Parental Advisory and pastels to be worn later on in the summer, but this is a great opening act. Now I’ve got a wedding to prep for, so g2g. Outfit credits are a f***ing b***h to do
Nasty Gal ear cuff and rings, All Saints necklace (similar), Lush jacket, Alexander Wang shirt and skirt, bracelets by Cartier (similar), Hermes, David Yurman (similar), J Crew, Michael Kors (similar) and watch by Chanel, Jacquie Aiche rings, Olympia Le-Tan Gatsby book clutch, and Miu Miu shoes.
The countdown is officially on. In 9 days I will be a married woman. As you can probably understand this musters up quite of bit of stress. Good happy stress, but stress none the less. Dresses must be fitted, vows to be written, people must make their flights, a ton of things that are all in the books, but hanging over my head. I am basically, planing for the worst when things will most probably and hopefully all be dandy. Can’t I just marry my best buddy without loosing my shit Solange style and getting a hernia? Anyway, we were in New York this past weekend to celebrate my mother’s birthday and had a wonderful time, in spite of me being just a little STFO. Here are some shots from our first evening there on our walk over to Nobu. Do not mistake the looks of desperation for wedding anxiety though, definitely just hunger. Looking down alleviates stress apparently
I have finally regained brain function after this past weekend’s festivities. It is Wednesday night everyone…I am talking a 3 day hangover. Unheard of, even for me! The bachelorette ceremonies started on Friday where Peter and I invited all our friends to Bremner, our favourite restaurant, to share the best food in the world before segregating the sexes for the coming days. That evening is where I wore my best tulle and this lovely provocative getup! After a night out it was time for phase 2, and my incredible group of girlfriends surprised me with a limo ride up to our country home where the real party begun. What happens in St-Adèle stays in St-Adèle thankfully, so I will not share the naked truth *wink wink*. When Sunday’s hangover reared it’s ugly head it was time for our third party, a Veuve Clicquot themed brunch for the champagne’s yellow week celebration in Montreal at Buonanotte restaurant. Just when I thought I was going to call it a day, after facing all the celebration a girl possibly can while not dying of alcohol poisoning, the third bottle of Veuve kicked in and I was at it again. I woke up with alcohol bloats and incredibly greasy hair from a not so thorough attempt at washing my hair. Apparently I got a little excited with my moroccan oil after a night of drinking. It was Monday and I was devastatingly dead, but we had a Lana Del Rey concert to go to so I got my shit together…kinda, sorta. Tuesday was almost as difficult as the day prior, and on a whim my fiancé and I headed to the Bell Center to watch playoff game #3 between the Bruins and Canadiens. Those are hockey teams, for you sport illiterates. We won, I got excited, I had a beer, or 6. So here I am now Wednesday evening, attempting to write my entry for tomorrow, and it’s not so funny and kinda super long. So sorry for rambling, and for some not so clever stripper references disguised as “naked truth”. I am better then this. Sorry all. Enjoy the pretty pictures, i’m going to bed. ZZZZZZ….. Skimpy outfits make for short #OOTD credits
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