Unless you’re ScarJo, I imagine that every girl has her own hesitations about wedding dress shopping. Mine tend to focus on the upper region of my body that is fairly (and naturally) well endowed. I’ve spent hours researching styles everywhere from the likes of Monique to Vera to designers decidedly more in my price range but I just can’t pin the right style for me based on the waif-thin models walking down the runway in them. I think it’s time to consult the big guns! One of the many perks of working in fashion is you get to know stylists…and lots of em! Stay tuned for a special guest post

You do everything with your left hand once he puts a ring on it!

They say there are very few true surprises in life. Without a doubt, I can say that this was one of them.  I never thought Mr. Right and I would be that couple who goes ring shopping and plans out the exact details of our engagement—just so I could feign excitement when he dropped down on one knee in some swanky Beverly Hills restaurant to propose.

So, when we got back to our hotel room in Seattle one day shy of our three-year anniversary, and he dropped down on one knee, tears in his eyes, with a little red box in hand I wondered why he would be crying over giving me a really nice pair of earrings.

Yes, I was THAT shocked.

Like anaphylactic shock! My face turned a shade of red—as in five straight days in the Malibu sun without sunscreen red—and my whole body was shaking. And the ring, oh the ring! He designed it himself and, although I’m probably biased, I’m don’t think Neil Lane himself could have done any better