So...I lied.

Remember that whole philosophy I had on taking it slow and testing out the waters in Chicago? It was a big, fat, lie. If Carrie Bradshaw taught me anything it's that New York is where dreams are made reality...or was that Jay Z? Either way, tickets are bought and the hotel room is booked-ish. New York Bridal Market Week 2011 is happening! Now the search begins for some help to point me in the right direction. Haven't had too much response from my industry cohorts, but I'm hoping that in the least this will provide me with a new angle for my Google search.

Weird...that is exactly what I am wearing!  



Rejection, chapter 1.

I was officially rejected today. Honestly, I'm okay about it because it was a thrill to even be contacted by a designer rep - even if that contact ultimately lead to disappointment. To give them credit, the rep that I spoke to was extremely kind, and the reason was 100% legit.

The optimist in me (thanks Mom!) says that there is a bright side to this news, and that is that I have a renewed interested in attending the Chicago Bridal Market Week in October. At first I was thinking I would just wait and save to go to NYC for the international show next April, but now I'm second guessing myself (thanks Mom!). Chicago might be a great place to stick my foot in the water, and the fact that I am currently blogging from a hotel lobby in northern Kentucky...Chicago would be, well, nice.

Twist my arm.

I'm probably the last semi-wedding industry blogger out there who hasn't jumped on the Royal Wedding bandwagon, so here I go. I think the whole thing was flawless, and Kate Middleton did a tremendous favor to women across the world. Just when we were getting to a point where everything was overly flowered, feathered, ruffled, or gathered, Kate slapped some sense into the brides everywhere by going back to the classics.

Perfection in 1956, perfection today.