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Lela Rose, A Snapshot

So I briefly mentioned that I headed back to Nashville last weekend. I thought I might be blogging non-stop about all the exciting things I was doing. I thought I’d be uploading tons of fun pictures, blah, blah, blah.


None of that really happened. However, it’s not like I didn’t have fun. I totally did. I just spent a ton of time seeing everyone I really wanted to see and not doing much else. Oh wait, I was doing something else – eating. Oh, and drinking. I got my serious drunk on Saturday night and I swear, it has been a loooooooong time since I was that hammered. Happily, I was drinking hot sake and that doesn’t give me such a miserable hang-over as any other booze. Still, it was bad enough that I spent the first half of Sunday on the couch watching that Drew Barrymore movie Cinderella as well as Along Came Polly. Yeah. It was that bad.

Before I did that though, I was out and about in Nashville. I went to Sweet 16th (my cake buffet bakery of choice) and picked up The Candyman’s favorite cake, The Velvet Elvis (chocolate cake/peanut butter cream/red velvet cake/peanut butter cream/chocolate cake – all covered with cream cheese frosting). I mean, how could I NOT get one of those to take home? And it’s soooooo goooooooooooood.

I also swung by one of my favorite bridal shops in Nashville, The Bride Room. I’m still on their email list and I saw that they were having a Lela Rose trunk show. Why wouldn’t I stop by, right? I’m always looking for an excuse to go see gowns up close and personal.

The detail work on this dress was totally sick. I mean SICK! Gorgeous and vintage-y and from far away, it had an ombre feel to it as the pattern got wide and less compact as it traveled down the length of the gown. Sadly, I only had my 50mm lens so couldn’t get a very good long shot. My bad. Just trust me – it was hot to death.


Loved this little short number (it stops right about where I cut it off in the photo. LOVE my mad photog skillz!). Looks like feathers, right? True, there are a few long marabou feathers on there, but if you look up close, it’s actually frayed silk crepe. Or maybe organza. I didn’t officially check. Either way, cutie-patootie shortie, right?

Other than a few other quick pit-stops, I honestly just spent my time with good friends. While many of my visits were far too brief, it was wonderful to see everyone and I’m just sad that the time flew by so quickly. I’m also a little sad that the scale is most accurately reflecting the five days I spent there. I’m telling you though, that Velvet Elvis is worth every pound. Smile 

SO GET EXCITED! Tomorrow I announce the winner of the Melissa Sweet Gown! WOOT!


Lip Strength

I had a post all ready in my head for today. It was about how after 3 months of loafing, work-out wise, that I went back to the gym. Finally. It was going to be about how my armpits ache from lifting weights. How my sides are screaming at me from doing side crunches. Shoulder blades from swimming, calf muscles from the elliptical - all aching. And how I had to finally find a gym (the YMCA) because I was getting...mooshy. Not fat. I haven't gained weight. But stuff is shifting and hanging and my clothes feel funny and I HATE when my clothes feel weird. So this post was going to be all about that and what going back to the gym can do to a person's psyche.

But then last night The Candyman and I were snuggling into our bed together and he did something to inspire a different kind of post.

As we snuggled down together in our giant, comfy Bed of Love, I grabbed my latest book assuming The Candyman would put on what he calls his Zsa-Zsa's (what he wears to get to sleep while I read. You can see them here.). Instead, he said he wanted to do some reading too. He reached into the drawer of his nightstand and I couldn't imagine what he was digging around in there for. What was in that drawer anyway? You know what he pulled out? Greeting cards. Yes, that's right, greeting cards. They were old cards that I've given to him over the years for birthdays, Valentine's Day, whatever. He carefully pulled out each card and read whatever sentimental notion I had written him at the time. He was all smiles and cooing (in the most manly of ways, of course) and after we has done reading, he donned his Zsa-Zsa's and snuggled up while I read my book.

And I thought to myself, "This guy is SUCH a keeper." And then I started thinking about whether or not I thought that when we first met.

I definitely knew The Candyman was different. As most of you regular readers know, I totally picked The Candyman up on-line. If you're new to T30SB, you can grab the back-story here. There were moments in that first blind date that were definitely different than other blind dates.

First, The Candyman was a little late for our date, which I know now, is weird. That boy is the epitome of punctual. So, I was waiting for him to get there (with all the anxiety of "is he going to show up" knotted up in my tummy) and I was sitting directly next to the entrance, as that was the only place to sit and wait since the bar was absolutely packed. The Candyman flew into the restaurant and right past me, using his full 6'6" height to scan the restaurant. He was clearly flustered. He wandered into the bar, looking...searching, his head snapping left and right as he made his way through the crowded bar. The whole time I sat rooted to my chair just watching him look for me. There was no intended malice, or any real reason why I didn't stand up and make it easy for him to find me. I just sat and watched with a stupid little grin on my face. Finally, he turned around and found me. He saw me smiling and a slow, easy grin came to his face as he walked, nay sauntered, over to where I was and greeted me for the first time.

After that first date, I didn't see him for several weeks. I'd warned him of this. I had a crazy job. Commitments. Trips to take. People coming in from out of town. "I am a busy girl," I told him over the phone. "My dad is coming in for the weekend so I can't see you again for a while." I figured that a few weeks of waiting after one pretty good date would send him back to Match.com to find a more accessible kind of girl. It had happened many, many times before so I was actually expecting it.  That weekend, as I was driving around town with my dad, my phone rang. It was The Candyman. I thought it odd that he was calling since he knew my Dad was in town. I made small talk in front of my pops and told him I'd call him when I got back home. After I got my dad situated with the remote control and a martini, I bolted up the stairs to call The Candyman. I felt like I was 14 years old again, calling boys while my parents suspiciously eyed me from the other room, pretending not to listen, but totally eavesdropping.  Our conversation was easy and comfortable. The Candyman has a thick North Carolina accent that can be quite soothing at times. I felt soothed. As a rule, Type A personality disorder doesn't include the word "soothing."

In that conversation, The Candyman told me that for our second date, he wanted time with me. He said something along the lines of, "I don't want to meet you at 7 o'clock, just to spend a few hours with you. I want to spend the day with you." Whoa. Really? With me? So that's what we did. I met him early in the afternoon and we went to see an exhibit at The Frist Museum. Then we went out to dinner at The Tin Angel. Then we went to see a band play at The Family Wash. I remember sitting on a bar stool, watching the musicians play. I was getting tired, so I leaned my head on The Candyman's shoulder. It was definitely not a move I'd made before. I wasn't even really conscious that I had done it until The Candyman leaned his head down and murmured, "Mmmmm...tenderness." I snapped my head back up, determined not to show weakness! Tenderness was for the meek and girly and stupid! I would not be those things! NO! I was conflicted. It was an unusual feeling for me.

When we parted ways at our cars late that night, The Candyman planted one on me. And I mean, planted one on me. I can't even find the words to describe how that kiss went. We still joke about that kiss. It was very passionate and came a little bit out of left field. It surprised me; shocked me even. As I was driving home, I kept thinking of the lines from the movie Pretty in Pink:

Iona: Does he have... strong lips?
Andie: How can you tell?
Iona: Did you feel it in your knees?
Andie: I felt it everywhere.
Iona: Strong lips.
Iona: I know I'm old enough to be his mother, but when the Duck laid that kiss on me last night, I swear my thighs just went up in flames! He must practice on melons or something.

When I ask him now why he attacked me with his lips that night, he tells me that he wanted to make sure I knew he was serious. That he liked me. That he really wanted to kiss me a lot more. And now, with time, a wedding, jobs lost and gained, a move to a new state and everything else behind us, I still really like to kiss The Candyman. Whether a fleeting, "I'm going to work now" kind of kiss to the amorous ones that lead elsewhere, I still really like to kiss The Candyman. Wait, did I mention that already? Strong lips, indeed.


I Need My Peeps!

All righty then.

I think I might see a light at the end of a very dark tunnel, indeed. A wee bit of it is peeking through. By week's end, I hope to exit the aforementioned dark tunnel and get back to some things that I want to do, like read some blogs. Sheesh.  

So the blog this evening has multiple parts. First part: I'm in a Blogger Land conundrum. They happen often times when Real World collides with Blogger World. This has become an issue twice just this week! You other Bloggers know of what I speak. Sometimes the collision is quite wonderful - a meeting of minds, likes, similar dislikes and a semi-command of the English language. All wonderful things. The other collision is when words are like weapons - intended or not. It's amazing what the written word can do. Words are powerful. They move me to tears more than any other media. I pride myself (perhaps too much) in being Captain of my Collective Words. However, what I want to say and what flows from my head to my blog are not always the same sentiment or meaning. It's maddening. Simply maddening. That's all I got for that right now. Definitely fodder for a later, longer post.

We have things to discuss. So let's move on.

Second part: I am feeling these past few weeks that I am at a bit of a crossroads. I can't put my finger on what it is and that too, is maddening. Maybe it's just that soooooo many things are happening right now. Work is so crazy I can't even tell you. I cried at work this morning. It wasn't even 8:15am. Seriously? That's how the days is starting? Oy. It's that, plus the fact that I haven't worked out in like a month and feel gross. Ugh.   I would much rather be at the Stella & Dot party that Sharon's throwing tonight at Studio Wed, but couldn't make it. There are more shenanigans with Tabitha  on Friday that I want to be a part of and yet, no time to call her! She's at Stella & Dot now.....boo. But besides all that silliness, I do feel something large is coming - and it scares me a little. I hate being unprepared.

Third part: totally self-congratulatory in every way imaginable. I am so going to lose this as I have some stiff competition. But like anything worth winning, I'm willing to put forth my best effort. So, that being said. Um look, I need a big favor.....

Y'all know my love for the local go-to spot for all things Nashville Wedding is like, Ashley's Bride Guide, right? She made me famous, I owe her.  And she's a super-sweet-cool-smart chick, so that helps. Anyway, Her Majesty is sponsoring a contest.

So, I could be all "Vote for me! Vote for me!" and I guess, I kinda am. BUT, I wouldn't want to win based on votes alone. This kind of win needs some merit behind it. Maybe? Perhaps I'm taking this too seriously and should just say, "Vote for me! Vote for me!" But no. Let's do this the right way. You gotta check out the local competition and give a fair comparison. Here's the group:


Click on the picture above of all the bliggity blog buttons and it will take you to Ashley's Bride Guide for all the links. If I was to vote for a blogger (other than myself - "Vote for me! Vote for me!") I'd go for The Renegade Bride. That crazy chick isn't even engaged and she's planning her wedding. I secretly ADORE her.

So go vote. You have to leave a comment. Share the love. Show the love. Go read some Nashvillians talking all things wedding! weddings! weddings! and get your vote on. Here.    


Buttons and Lamps! Buttons and Lamps! Oh, and Tabitha too!

I am quite excited about two totally and completely unrelated things. First and foremost, I have a new button!
Would you like to add The Thirty-Something Bride button to your side scrolly thing on your blog? You would???? That would be so super-duper sweet of you! Just go down there to that nastly html code and do a little copy and paste and voila! Easy peasy.
Many many many many many thanks to the incredibly talented Rachel Jasper for my button creation. Y'all remember Rachel, right? She's the brilliance behind some super-way-cute red and aqua invitations. Remember these?

Yeah, we all fell in lurrrve with these, right? Well, as I was linking some of these pics from her Etsy Shop I noted these new Rockstar Engagement Announcements. Love the bling! Hey Rachel, I totally dig these!


So totally cool right? I am so loving my button. My last button was created quite poorly by yours truly. Now I'm all matchy-matchy with my blog and my button. I feel business cards coming on! I mean, why not, right? Um, Rachel......

Now as promised, in completely unrealted news....

So ususally when I go overseas I'm gone so long I leave in one month and then come home in another. This lends itself quite nicely for the plane rides to and fro as the movies they show get changed out every calendar month. Well, this was a shorty trip of 2 weeks and I knew that I'd have to pace myself with the movie watching. Normally, I can get 3 or 4 movies in before I either doze off or completely lose my mind. Since I left my sleep somewhere over the Pacific, I was forced to watch a Jennifer Aniston movie called "Love Happens." I got thru about 30 minutes of it before I wanted to vomit my Planter's peanuts and Pinot Noir all over myself. However, just as I was about to change over to watch Michael Jackson's "This Is It" (yes, the Jennifer Anniston movie was that bad) I saw one of my lamps IN THE MOVIE.

For those of you not in the know, I develop home decor products. Yes, it can sound all swank and fun and cool and on the rare occasion it is, but I got shit today from my boss about a candleholder. Now, it was mostly tongue-in-cheek shit from my boss because my boss scores relatively high on the cool factor, but nonetheless, it was about a candleholder. And that is what my day consists of - getting shit about any one particular piece of home decor in the thousands that I manage and develop and even sometimes design out of own little noggin.

So I have to admit, to see one of the things that I did in a movie was pretty cool. There I was, all tucked into my seat, dreading the fact that I was going to have to change the movie over when BLAMMO! There's my lamp! I sat straight up in my seat and said, "Oh my GOD!" kinda too loud for Business Class (you know, it's really quiet in that section). The flight attendant came over (the one who actually recognized me from my flight to Hong Kong - that is when you know you've done too much international travel: when you start to know flight attendants by name) and asked me if I needed anything. I pointed to the monitor, thought about trying to explain my job and politely said, "Just some water please, thank you."

So you see it for just a second, but I was able to find the incredibly lame clip that has my lamp in it. It's in the background when the red head goes, "Again?" and "No!" - it's green and turquoise and has a plaid shade. Cute, right?


I feel like such a lamp rockstar.


Oh! And I have one more piece of exciting news! You know my fabulous day-of planner and friend Tabitha? Well, she's one helluva writer and is now one of the writers for Ashely's Bride Guide (it's the local go-to guide for all things Nashville and bridal)! So happy for her!

Look how pretty she is! Yes, I know that's irrelevant to her mad skills, but I don't care. She's purty.

You can read her introduction right here.

Congratulations, Doll!


100 and Shout Out. Yo.

Well, now. Lookie here. The Thirty-Something Bride has 100 official followers. HOW TOTALLY EFFING COOL IS THAT? You people rock, you really do. I'm still not quite sure how all this happened. This blog, I mean. It just sort of did. Happen, that is. One day, I'm reading all these wedding  "how to" blogs and I'm like, "You know, I should write about what I'm doing, just so I can have something to look back on. Or maybe someone will read it and learn from the plethora of errors I plan to make." I really don't know what I was thinking. Then again, I guess I never really do. However, what I do know is this: you people rock. I have met so many wonderful people through this silly little blog who have become real-life, face-to-face friends. What a treat.

Someone who I've been following (ok, quite pathetically stalking, is more like it) is Ashley's Bride Guide. Ashey's is the Nashville go-to for resources, vendor highlights and recaps of other local brides. Today, she posted the first installment of our wedding recaps. She makes me feel so famous! FAMOUS, I tell you! Thanks Ashley, for all the support! You're the bomb-diggity-bomb. It's true. Check her out her blog too!

So thanks to everyone for following and reading and commenting. Keep it coming and I will too!