Sorry, There May Be Cat Hair in Your Invitation

While Matt was off celebrating his bachelor party in Nawlins this weekend, the cats and I got to work on the wedding invitations. Tiny helped by keeping all the hand-stamped envelopes flat (sorry to those who may receive smudges…) and Bear helped by weeding out the those with a less-than-navy-grade knot (sorry to those who may receive chew marks…). All in all, a true team effort.

But despite Matt not being here to stuff envelopes and run quality control with the cats, he did help. Quite a bit, actually. Matt has spent the past several weeks hand-drawing every last detail of our invitation suite. Ya know, the kind of thing that sounds like a great idea when you decide on a two-year engagement, but in actuality ends up draining the life out of you.

But in the end, it was all worth it, and we’re really proud of how this invitation suite turned out. Each little drawing is packed with so much meaning and love, right down to the custom Larry the Turtle stamp 🙂

This has been our (really long and painful) labor of love. So much love.

If My Life Were a Cartoon in The New Yorker…

It might look something like this:

[this amazing true-to-life portrait is compliments of Emily Flake of New Yorker fame]

Another Year Older …and My Last as a Single Lady

I love birthdays. They’re a great reason to take a moment and reflect on the year that has passed, and the wonderful things that are to come.

This year’s birthday was particularly special for me. As my last birthday as a SINGLE WOMAN (at least in terms of tax filing status), my first thought was that I should spend the weekend bar hopping and picking up handsome gentlemen. But somewhere than plan went awry and instead my birthday started with a midnight serenade from my favorite Brooklyn band, PigPen, and 200 random strangers…

The next morning, Matt let me sleep in (truly the best present ever), then woke me with a parade of cats (okay, maybe that’s actually the best present ever), coffee in bed, and a wrapped gift– a beautiful gold bracelet– which I haven’t taken off since.

Later that evening, Matt led me on a surprise expedition through Manhattan, first stopping for a leisurely outdoor glass of wine, where we reflected on the best (and worst) moments during my year in the 27 Club, then ending the night with an UNREAL chef’s omakase tasting at Jewel Bako Sushi. [not pictured: me stuffing my face]

Finally, we concluded the weekend with some of my closest friends at Brooklyn Crab, where we didn’t let a little rain get in the way of our CORN HOLE VICTORY.

So the takeaway here? I am one very lucky girl. I have such loving friends, family, cats, and soon-to-be husband to share this life with, and I am so completely excited to see what 28 has in store for me.