"what are your colors?"

i can finally answer this question!

i feel like i had been through every single color of the rainbow before realizing that the colors had already kind of chosen themselves.

& they look a little something like this

guys will be in grey suits

ladies will be in this navy beaut 
flowers will be complimented with lots of lambs ear and silver brunia

& there will be touches of pumpkin all around

oh yeah, and i'll be in a white dress.
i should probably start tanning.
like immediately. 

been there, done that!

if it wasn't already impossible to love kate and wills, this picture seals the freaking deal. 

how excited she must have been on this day.

to finally have that gorgeous ring on her finger.

oh, i just love those bloody royals. 

chicago style

my life's motto spied here

i never thought i really had a "type." the closest i guess i ever got to describing the kind of man i wanted to marry was when cheyenne and i (bridesmaid cheyenne!!) would joke that we wanted someone who could kick down a tree. 

because you can most certainly look at someone and know whether or not he has the physical ability to kick down a tree (zach efron? you do not. however zach from real world san diego? MEOW!)

and now, almost ten years later, i have found my dream man.

enter mr. ron swanson. 

i just adore him and i love nick offerman even more. 

PLUS the fact that he lived in chicago, AND he is married to megan mullally, AND he builds furniture?

shut the front door.

i'm sorry patrick, but "if he calls, i leave"
(but i know you can kick down a tree, you eagle scout you. xo)

"If properly dried and trimmed, New York-style pizza could be used to make a box for Chicago-style pizza. I love a slice when I'm in NYC, but it's like eating a Slim Jim compared with a filet mignon." - Nick Offerman

read the entire interview at bon appetit!

it's friday, i'm in love.

spied here

i've dated guys that i was crazy about. head over heels, can't stop thinking or gushing about. & that never lasted. cracks would form by a comment, or a look, a mean spirited joke, or unanswered text, and as quickly as it came, my feelings would start to vanish. i would find myself saying, "oh him? i barely even like him anymore."

and so when i met pat, and my feelings developed slowly i didn't know what it was. because ya know, when you meet "the one" there should be firecrackers. you should know right away. you should go home, call your girlfriends, and say "i am going to marry him." and that, quite frankly, just didn't happen.
it came softly.

steadily. 

and before i knew it, i was head over heels for a green bay packer loving guy with quasi-hoarder like tendencies, and the strongest moral compass i had ever known.

to quote one of my most favorite books,

 "i fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly at first, then all at once." 

― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

hurry home, you little rascal. your girls miss you.

long neck inspiration

when i took this picture at 9am on st. patrick's day, never would i have thought it would serve as wedding inspiration. but it has. 

so here's to you john rozsa. 

and here's to america. 

and doughnuts. 

and bud heavy.