Wedding Wednesday - A Bride's Story

Hey guys!  I know that it's been awhile since we've talked.  Sorry about that.  If you have been following my instagram you have seen the photos of my Launch Party last Thursday and the new designs that I have on sale for Christmas.  Check back Friday for a blog on my new items.  I also promise to get back to Mom's Menu Monday's starting Monday. Until then, I have a surprise for you....DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!!

A good friend of mine is getting married next November and her friends suggested that she start a blog to archive her journey.  With some fast talking, I talked her into guest blogging for me.  Today will be her first entry and I know you will love it.


Six days ago the man of my dreams asked me to marry him. It was the most amazing moment of my life to date. I knew it was coming, I just didn’t know when or where he would do it. I had concocted all sorts of scenarios in my head about it, but nothing I could have imagined would have lived up to the actual moment. There are no words to describe the joy I felt. About ten minutes after he asked me, I turned to him and asked him if I had even said yes?! I couldn’t remember if I had squeaked out that single word amidst the tears.

We were sitting in my favorite old bookstore in Asheville, NC. We had just had an awful lunch and neither one of us felt so hot, kind of a running joke in our relationship, we always seem to spend part of the happiest moments feeling sick to our stomachs in one way or another. The weekend that we moved in together we both had the most horrific stomach bug you could imagine, thank god we had more than one bathroom in the house! I remember laying on the bathroom floor praying for death and he was on the floor outside the bathroom, all curled up in his comforter and he just reached his hand out to me and said, “I love you.” In that moment, I knew that we could handle pretty much anything life could throw at us. It sounds trivial, but if you have ever felt like that and looked at your partner and felt that love, I know you will understand. I knew that no matter how bad it got, how bad I looked or what horrible noises he heard out of me, he would always love me.

I digress though, we were sitting in this amazing old bookstore and I had my head on his shoulder and I felt so…content. I had this amazing man sitting next to me, the man that I knew that I would one day marry and I could have sat there blissfully for hours. I said to him, “This is my favorite place in Asheville! I love everything about it. I love the smell of the old books and how cramped and cozy it is in here. It’s just perfect!” I had no idea that my uttering that simple statement would lead the best moment of my life. When he asked me, I was in shock. I thought for sure that I had misheard him. Instead of “Do you want to get married” he must have said something else, anything else. I was so taken aback that all I could do was pop my head up and repeat, “What? Are you serious? What? Wait, what?” When he smiled and pulled the ring out of his pocket, I knew it was for real and I burst into tears. The best kind of tears, the kind that make you feel pounds lighter when they subside, the kind of tears that wash away all the bad things that have happened in any and all aspects of life for the last several months. The rejuvenating tears that start the biggest build up for the best DAY of your life. I have had my moment and now I am planning my day.

I am planning my wedding, already in record time according to friends and family, for 374 days from today. It is going to be a wild ride and I may have great ideas, I may have horrible ideas, I will definitely have days when I want to kill someone, and am counting on the days when I regret not eloping. No matter how insane it gets though, in 375 days I will be a wife. I will marry my best friend, my confidante, my biggest cheerleader, and my favorite person.

I have no idea how to blog, but my good friend Laurie Louis has agreed to allow me to guest blog on her website ( and we will learn as we go! I don’t know how much or how little I have to say, but I will try my best to keep it up. Thanks for reading so far. The next entry will have more wedding planning information, but I thought it was unfair to expect you to read something from a complete stranger. So that’s me, Amber, and I hope that along the way we can share some laughs, some tears, and some great ideas. Thank you Laurie, for giving me this opportunity!


The couch where he proposed!
The couch where he proposed!