Let’s just be honest…

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Dear Friend,

Can I just come out and say what everyone else is thinking? and what other people have probably already said…

Joanna Gaines, I love you!

I mean look at how cute she and Chip are! UGH!

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K great. That’s all.

xx Katie

#girlcrush

Superpowers

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Dear Friend,

Superpowers have been pouring into my life from every angle recently. This is SUCH a bizarre trend, but really they’re everywhere.

Obviously I’ve seen movies where there are super powers and maybe once or twice at camp I was asked what my superpower of choice would be as an icebreaker. But never in real life has a superpower come up. Until now…

Emailing wedding photographers.

This is essentially what consumes my downtime, my lunch breaks, even my dreams. I spend a lot of my free head space coming up with questions for photographers, itemizing potential costs that might make photographers as expensive as they are, contemplating how I might get along with various photographers and whether or not that would show up in the photos, etc. I have been in talks with upwards of 10 photographers – all amazing, all incredibly friendly and excited, and all shockingly expensive. Basically what’s happening is the price tag outweighs any personality and I move on to the next.

Until the other day.

I stumbled upon the most beautiful site belonging to a married couple who does wedding photography. They charge just a little bit less than everyone else, and in addition to following up with a price estimate they sent a link to “getting to know you” questions. I’m a total sucker for personality quizzes and random games of 20 questions, so I jumped at the chance to talk/type about myself. The questions were unique and interesting and I was thrilled to answer them especially because I’m basically internet dating photographers at this point. If I answer the questions with sincerity and vibrance, maybe we’ll hit it off! Anyways, the last question… “what’s your superpower?” I had never seriously considered superpowers, but this scenario felt like I should give it some thought.

Pre-massage paperwork. 

Two friends gave me the incredible gift of a massage gift card. Well done friends! So on Saturday I went in for the massage. Part of the “get there fifteen minutes early” suggestion is to settle in, get some basic additional pampering, and fill out a little form that lets the masseuse know of any potential injuries and particular areas of tension. This form however, took it a step further. The last question was “real or imagined, what is your superpower?”

This article. 

Kate Arends beautifully wrote an essay dedicated to wellness and mental health advocacy. She is eloquent and honest and compassionate. One of her final lines states, “You have an opportunity to turn what makes you special into your very own superpower.”

SUPERPOWERS EVERYWHERE!

So long story short, I’ve thought a lot about my superpower recently.

The answer I’ve landed on is a real “superpower” – implicit trust. 

I’ve never, never had anything remotely in the neighborhood of trust issues.  I always believe what people tell me, unless of course they’re insane – I’m not gullible. Good or bad that’s what it is. And so, I’ve decided to take this quality and see it as a superpower.

Oh! and just so you know, for the photographer’s question, my leading man and I answered for each other. His superpower from my perspective is superhuman strength and healing, and mine is mind control over him! Silly guy.

What is your superpower?

xx Katie

Dear April

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Dear April,

I missed March! I missed the whole thing!

I didn’t actually miss it, but part of my birthday gift to myself was downtime. As such, any and all downtime that came up was savored. It was a great choice and here’s why.

Sometimes (most times) I get caught up in just about everything. I hold on to details longer than I should. I procrastinate on making decisions that carry a lot of weight. I take in and overanalyze every opinion that’s offered. Basically, all of the things that hinder confident decision-making and cause emotional breakdowns, I do.

Enter wedding planning.

I am so beyond over-the-moon to be engaged. I can’t express to you how much fun it is to tell the proposal story ten times a day, to wear a sparkly ring that means forever, to be all in with the best guy I know, and to essentially start thinking about what a lifetime with him will look like. Wedding planning, however, is a different story.

I will be the first to admit that I am a perfectionist and a control freak. I enjoy doing things with a focus on the details. I like doing things myself when I can. And most of all I enjoy following rules. None of this makes planning a wedding yourself easier. As such, I’ve already gotten stressed and broken down and cried too many times. However, I have finally (after the gift of downtime) come to the realization that it doesn’t need to be a full-time job and that there are no rules.

The ceremony and the party that follows will be a tribute to the next phase of our love story. We will be surrounded by people who love us and want to support us. People will dance and sing and have a blast. All of this will happen regardless of the color of the carpet or the number of flowers on each table or the flavor of the cake. All of the good things will happen simply because we are getting married and couldn’t be more excited to do so.

My goal for April (and the next year) is to keep all of this in mind when I find myself getting wrapped up in things that are trivial. I’ll keep you posted on how that goes.

What’s on your plate this month?

xx Katie

Friday Fashion (9)

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Dear Friday,

Can we agree that most things drawing inspiration from the 1950’s are stunning and classic? Now can we just admit that anything resembling or inspired by Marilyn Monroe automatically wins?

K great.

Max Mara’s 2015 pre-fall line is simply perfection. The press release eloquently explains that the inspiration for this line came from the pictures that George Barris took of Marilyn at the beach in 1962. The two items she wore at that shoot, an oversized cardigan and a well-worn blanket, set the tone for the show’s colors, textures, and also the draping of the pieces.

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This line obviously stemmed from Marilyn’s beauty but was rooted in her intelligence. The slightly see-through sweaters and form-fitting pencil skirts are balanced out by the cat-eye glasses and the bookish loafers.

‘Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.’

Marilyn famously joked, so naturally there are high heeled pumps in ponyskin and glitter.

But there are also bookish tassel loafers.

Marilyn in ponyskin loafers and pastel reading glasses;

a vision which is brainy, sexy and modern. 

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I love that this line is not only beautiful, but that it also has something lovely to say about its muse.

Any fall lines catching your eye?

xx Katie

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All backstage photos from maxmara.com.

Big News

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Dear Friend,

Boy, do I have some news for you!

Tuesday, February 3rd I came home to the craziest surprise I’ve ever had.

Let me give you some context.

Two Halloweens ago, I met my leading man. By “met,” I mean saw across the room, fell head over heels, and then proceeded to bombard him with the most annoying antics in an attempt to get his attention (yes, I will admit that I pulled a beanie from his head and threw it on the floor 2-3 times in this effort). As you might have guessed, we didn’t hit it off.

Now, he will tell you the same story but with a different ending. His ending is roughly that he fell for me as well but that he didn’t want to give me the satisfaction so he played hard to get. Either way, we went our separate ways.

Months later, I was invited to a Super Bowl party that he was hosting and cooking for. RSVP’d to that one immediately and the rest is history.

Since that Super Bowl party, exactly two years ago, we have spoken every day and spent the majority of those days in each other’s company.

Back to the other week.

Tuesdays are normal days for most people, and like most people I came home from work and working out, hopped in the shower, threw on pajamas, and got comfy in front of the tv. My leading man was lovely enough to make me dinner. He even went above and beyond to make me spaghetti and meatballs, which is my favorite meal.

Here’s some more context… spaghetti and meatballs is the meal he made me on our first date. At this point, nothing had clicked in my mind. I was in pajama-meatball-oblivious bliss.

After I scarfed dinner in front of the tv, he cleared my plate and did the dishes. Completely thrilled, I went over to the dining room table to get some of my calligraphy work done.  I noticed in the background, my leading man had switched from having the tv on to turning on some music but thought nothing of it.

When the dishes were done, he came on over and tapped me on the shoulder for what I was assuming was a quick kiss before he went on his way to whatever he was up to next. I may or may not have had an impulse to say, “can you just give me a second,” but instead I looked over and saw something I will never see again in my life.

I looked over and saw my leading man down on one knee with the most incredible box in his hand. He started to tell me how much he loved me, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, and every other mushy thing you might be able to think of. At this point I had entered so much shock I could barely understand what he was saying. Then he opened the box. THERE IS A LIGHT IN THE BOX! The little light shines down on the ring to really punctuate the sparkle of the already breathtaking diamond.

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If I was in shock before, this was a whole new state of being.

In my thoughts and day dreams of being proposed to, I always cried. I am a crier in general, but for this instance I pictured myself sobbing and dripping everywhere due to the excitement, the love, and the joy.

I was wrong.

Instead I laughed. A lot. I laughed a lot right in his face. I was so taken aback and so incredibly out-of-my-mind excited that all I could do was laugh. I eventually said yes and now I’m engaged to the most thoughtful and detail-oriented man I have ever met. As a side note on the detail-orientedness, the music that was on in the background was one of our favorite songs, “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by The Beach Boys. He really just got everything right with his planning.

I am so excited for all of the fun leading up to our big day, but for now I’m beyond thrilled to be engaged and to tell everyone I see (literally, all of the people I see) that I am marrying the man of my dreams!

Did you have a silly reaction to your proposal too? Any wedding planning advice to share?

xx Katie