On Getting Engaged….

Before I actually got engaged, I always thought people’s reactions to others getting engaged was so strange.  Why are you congratulating someone on their engagement?  It’s like saying “hey, congrats on finding someone that loves you enough to want to be with you forever…” Ha.  Don’t get me wrong, it is a very exciting time in a person’s life, just the reaction is kind of… weird.

Now that I have gotten engaged and received my fair share of congratulations, I see things differently.  I love being congratulated – not on finding an amazing person to spend the rest of my life with that loves me just as much as I love them – but on this next chapter of life!  There is so much to look forward to and I am so excited to be able to share it with someone so special to me.

With all of that being said, I am a lucky person.  Not just for my fiancé but for my friends as well!  I love that they wanted to celebrate with me and join in on my happiness!  So, I thought I’d share how they spoiled me with gifts! (I appreciate all their love and support, but gifts are always nice too!)

Lenox cake knife, Vera Wang frame, Bridal magazines (including my own subscription to Brides magazine!)

The Knot wedding planning binder, more Bridal magazines, Bride-To-Be glass, my Mrs. hanger!, and (love this one) Feyonce shirt.

InStyle weddings book, flask, Kate Spade ring holder.

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Hoarding Magazines For Fun

I have a love obsession for magazines, fashion-related ones to be more specific.  I am currently subscribed to 9 and that number just seems to increase. But my mailbox is not the only thing that has a problem each month (the September issues that happened to arrive 3 at a time definitely resulted in my mailman hating me). My room, closet and any spare space I have are dwindling fast because…. I am a magazine hoarder.

I really don’t know how or why it started but a few years ago I had a hard time parting ways with the previous months’ issues so I stored them on a shelf. Fast forward a few months and that shelf was full. This continued and I found myself with stacks, piles, rows of Glamour, Cosmo, InStyle etc.   I used to just keep the issues that featured my name in the credits from internships that I participated in.  Now, I just love to keep them all – even if my name is nowhere to be found.

I’m usually tidy with other things – if I haven’t worn a piece of clothing in a while, it goes. I clean almost every weekend because clutter and dust just give me anxiety. But why the attachment to magazines? I still don’t know, nor do I care.  It’s not even like I go back and re-read them to find out how each publication tells me how to get a great smoky eye, I just like the comfort of having them.

Am I seriously weird for having this obsession? How long until I realize they are taking over my life? I have no idea but I do know that if you are in need of some reading material to pass the time, I’m your girl!