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No money, moโ problems: Your precious flower(s)
Bad news. The topic of today’s post doesn’t make me feel very snarky. Flowers are pretty! Every time I leave a flower shop, I talk about how much I would like to work in one. I’m sorry if my tone is disappointing. If it helps, your hair is looking kind of fucked up today. No…
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No money, moโ problems: Make it work edition
He told you to use the Piperlime accessory wall thoughtfully, but you didn’t listen. Now, he’s not sure about those shoes. He’s just concerned. Frankly, I am too. That tiara is super fug. Walking down the aisle is probably the closest you’ll ever get to stomping it to the death down a runway. You really…
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No money, mo’ problems: The Receptioning
On our first round of wedding vendor meetings, someone tried to sell us a custom monogrammed spotlight. For f’ing serious? That’s some tacky shit right there. Yeah, I’ll shine that spotlight on my horse-drawn carriage and call it happily ever after. Vendors are going to try to sell you a million dumb, bridezilla-y things. Things…
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For richer or (mostly) poorer
You’re engaged! That’s adorable. Show everyone your ring, make a lot of unnecessary gestures with your left hand, get your friends all curious about who you love enough to ask to be a bridesmaid, start saving your cans. Seriously. You’re about to get poor. If you’re lucky enough to have your parents paying for your…