If this diagram of what Americans do on an average work day happend to be an accurate reflection of my life lately, a 'wedding planning' bubble would surely replace "working & commuting". On some days it really does feel like a job of its own; I should be paid for this madness! I hasten to mention that I'm having a super small, private wedding; though what I've come to realize is that even I am not immune to the terrors that can afflict a person who embarks on any nuptial planning whatsoever. I can't imagine what headaches and hiccups the average bride actually encounters planning a typical American wedding. Egads.
When you're lucky enough to wake up on your birthday to a hooting owl and an oh-so-chic brown box from one Louis Vuitton, you know it's not going to be an ordinary day. I'd say this birthday is already one for the history books. That fiancé of mine sure is a keeper.
Behold the art of packing, Louis Vuitton style. This chic demonstration for folding, rolling, and packing up your things for a quick summer getaway greatly appeals to my highly-organized (read: highly dorky) Virgo mind. And oh, such beautiful things to buy! Sigh. If this isn't aspirational living, I don't know what is.
I was terribly saddened to hear of Nora Ephron's passing this week (especially considering I had no idea at all that she was ill). She was such a talent, full of infinite spark and wit and humor, all of which were evident in her hit films like When Harry Met Sally (my vote for *the* best romantic comedy ever made, period) and Sleepless in Seattle, as well as in her numerous writings and essays (such mini essays would often creep into her films, too, as can be seen in this Starbuck scene in You've Got Mail). I remember listening to her director's commentary to You've Got Mail awhile back and feeling like I was listening to a super cool, smart, wise-cracking friend waxing lyrical on anything from good books to the eternal charm that is Tom Hanks. I could hear her talk all day long, she was that interesting a person (I can't imagine how fabulous it would have been to have actually known her). In a somewhat weird but not-at-all stalkerish way, I feel like I've lost a good friend this week. She leaves a gaping hole on the film and literary landscape.
Finally, the voice of reason (who knew it came with a sprinkle of dry humor?). For anybody who finds graduation ceremonies as mind-numbingly tedious as I do, you would do well to watch the above video. You won't regret it.
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