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Hello, folks! The wedding was a smash, so much so I'm afraid I'm gonna take a bit of a blogging break today. I'm tired and lacking in inspiration. I assure you I will be back tomorrow.

I found this photo on Home Sweet Home and can't stop thinking about it. I wish I lived here. That is all.

Happy Weekend.

What are you up to this weekend, friends? I am off to Wisconsin and thought I should do a wedding post since my lovely friend, Katy, is getting married this weekend!!! I am beyond excited for the wedding and have already packed all my waterproof makeup for the occasion. I can't wait to see my friend in a beautiful dress bestow her love to a wonderful man. In her honor I wanted to post some wedding pictures that've made me swoon. I wish for her such beautiful and magical moments as these and much, much more. And I can't wait to dance.

I love to wedding dance.

One and two.
Three through seven.
Eight through ten.

A new mission.

I saw this on Design Crush yesterday and it kind of took my breath away. It is for this reason that I need to start reading again more regularly. These moments are great, but what I truly appreciate [and it is much akin to this] is when an author can articulate a thought that I never fully understood before. I've always had a strength in emotions, being able to feel and emote and relate to others emotionally, but being able to articulate how and what I am feeling has never come easily to me. I can work my way up to it, but it's so refreshing when someone succinctly says what has been rambling around my head for too long. Moments like these always catch my breath.

I used to try to write down all of these snippets of truth to my life, but have woefully fallen behind. Or really, had sort of forgotten that mission in my life. Much like many other missions that I was once so strong in pursuit of; remember when I meditated and loved it? Yeah, it's fuzzy for me too. I can never decide if these are lost battles, or something needed in a time of my life that has since been fulfilled. Most of the time I feel like the latter is just a rationalization. For you see, consistency and follow-through have never been my strong suit. But I digress.

I need to start reading again. Why don't you give me some suggestions of books you've read and loved? I generally like emotional, character-driven stories, but that's kind of a given, right?

This elephant forgot me.

Don't you hate it when you sit on things and then miss out? I had my eye on this elephant planter on etsy, but decided to wait because well, I've gone a little bedroom decor crazy and need to settle for a bit. But I thought he would be perfect, no matter where he ended up in my place. Guess someone else thought so, too.

I think I'm trying to create my own menagerie. I already own an owl lamp, which I adore and have for the past two or so years that I've owned it. And then I'm still thinking about this pink fawn. Remember him? He has already gone down ten dollars! [I understand talking about this guy is antithetical to the post due to my price watch, but I think vintage and Urban Outfitters are two very different things. Even if they don't want to admit it.] Well, add ol' elephant planter and we'd have ourselves a menagerie. Too bad someone out in the world doesn't want me making Tennessee Williams jokes all the time.

Well, the Universe [yup, capitalized] should know that I have my eye out for a white elephant planter. And not just because I went to the White Elephant last weekend and tried to buy every elephant figurine they had in the joint, only to be told that they weren't for sale because...they are the White Elephant. Like people don't already know that. Not just because of that.

Speaking of shoes.

First things first, this picture doesn't nearly do these shoes justice; they are so much cuter in person. For real. I was on the bus yesterday on my way home from work. [Sidenote: It took me AN HOUR to get home from work, it usually takes 20 minutes. It took me 40 minutes just to get on a bus! There is nothing worse than waiting for what seems like forever for a bus only to see it pull up completely full. Over and over again. Okay, I'm done bitching.] After I finally got on a bus I ended up standing near a most stylish lass wearing these shoes, which completed a perfectly put-together casual outfit.

Near the end of the bus ride [at least for me] she accidentally hit my leg and apologized. I took this break in silence to compliment her on her shoes. She told me she got them from Bakers. What?! Then she was kind enough to tell me the brand, so I could find them easily on their website. This was the moment where I vacillated between telling her I had a blog and remaining mum. I ultimately decided against telling her just because it was so weirdly quiet in there; the only thing people could do around me was listen, and I was surely too embarrassed to announce to a crowd of strangers that I cultivate a blog of materialistic goodies.

This is when it got awkward for we ended up getting off at the same stop. Me after her. I, for a second, considered asking to take her picture since we were out of the silence, but then I was convinced she thought I was following her. So I walked away. Said nothing and just walked away. Eee gad. That was awkward.

Anyway, she left me with some super cute hot pink shoes. Well, she didn't leave them with me, you know what I mean.

Oh, and they come in grey and black. She told me they also came in mustard and I was bummed when that color choice wasn't offered online, but it may be in one of their stores. Who doesn't want a pair of adorable mustard shoes? Did I mention that they are $30? Sold.