Author: lyn

senses fail, indeed

So. I was supposed to be out sailing the seas of the internet, looking for a wedding dress. I have not done this. Oh sure, I’ve “looked” at wedding dresses online, in the sense that my retinas have perceived...

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it’s a whole nother world out there

Last Friday I came across Say Yes To The Dress on television. I laughed, I cried, I was horrified, etc. You know the drill. The hands-down freakiest moment was this episode-capping voiceover by the narrator: “There’s a...

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and the cake was from safeway

I can’t get this Offbeat Bride post out of my mind. More specifically, I can’t get this quote out of my mind: “And the cake was from SAFEWAY.” Yes, the bride wrote the name of the grocery store in all...

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bits and bobs

The other night I was standing in line at the post office, waiting to pick up a package. A woman wearing baggy pants, a deeply creased face, and bright red lips shuffled up behind me. She tapped me on the shoulder. “Is...

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on photography, part 1: the search

I like photography. A lot. Not that you could gather that from my slowly growing collection of cameras and lenses. Maybe it’s my fine arts degree talking, but I think of photography as a fine art. Not in the sense of...

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secret confessions

Dude. I like you, Offbeat Bride, I really do. But sometimes I feel like, if I see another wedding post title that reads something like “Tammy and Wynette’s Burton-esque Voodoo Pirate Steampunk Neo-Victorian Goth...

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i’m ok, you’re ok

There appears to be a lot of collective cultural investment in what weddings should be. Many people seem to have preconceived notions of what you should be spending, for instance — not to mention what you should be...

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thoughtz

Hey, guys. What’s happening? Did you have a nice break? Man. I’ll tell you what, I wish every weekend lasted four days. I am sitting here listening to Wu-tang Clan and eating a turkey and smoked gouda sandwich on...

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keepin’ it cool

5th grade was a big year for me. New school, lowest grade on the totem pole. It was a perfect chance to be seen as someone else. And so my usual self — a self that was more than content wearing pink leggings and a stained...

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