BIG SIS GOES BRIDAL.

2010 was the year of Big Sis. Big Bro in Law proposing in September kicked off a very festive year for the family.

THE ENGAGEMENT

Big Sis was a bride who knew exactly what she wanted. 

As Co-Maid of Honor with Baby Sis, I did the little stuff I like to do.
And Baby Sis signed her name to everything... like she likes to do.



Like gifts!  Tiffany cake knife engraved with their wedding date and a box o' bride.


Honeymoon Piggy Bank. O$NK!

BIG SIS TURNS THE BIG 3 - 0!




 The Co- MOHs got her custom blue bottomed bridal Louboutins for her birthday. 
Polaroids of fabrics and styles so she can pick them out.
(Note: Bride is a first child. Read: Particular.)  

THE SHOWER 

Lots of ladies were jumping at the opportunity to throw Big Sis a shower.


In lieu of a  guest book I did "Pearls of Wisdom" and everyone left Big Sis 
advice, an anecdote, or well wishes.


THE BACHELORETTE


Big Sis is not the party animal. A weekend in Palm Springs with gal pals is what she wanted. 
She was thrilled when the pool was completely empty and void of other hotel guests.


"Good. I don't like anybody too close to me"


 






I was incredibly proud of this impromptu embellishment I made because I was incredibly hung over.
For three days.


FATHER OF THE BRIDE


Dad hit it out of the park with his Father of the Bride speech. It was heartfelt and well delivered. Thanks to his middle child who he paid to put through private university to major in theater.
Me.



I think it went over well...


this beautiful photo by Paul Morse


HO HO BOW

I normally shy away from anything with a bow. Or a heart. I'm such a scrooge. But this year I embraced the bow.


Santa still comes to our house full of adult children. Mom told Baby Sis that for as long as you believe in him, he delivers his goods on Christmas day. Baby Sis loves pressies more than she loves us. So at age 22, she is still believing in Santa strong.


I say nothing. I reap the benefits of Santa stimulating the economy.

9021Oh.

I have lived in some pretty posh hoods: Beverly Hills, St. John's Wood, The West Village. I've also lived in the smallest possible apartments in said zip codes. This is my first pad.  It was in Beverly Hills.  It didn't have a kitchen. And no, I didn't forget to post pics of the rest of the apartment...

This is the whole apartment.






 

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