The joke is that I like old fashioned flowers and David likes modern flowers. (Neither of us are fond of post-modern flowers, which would, I suppose, be an empty vase). However, we both like dahlias. I think they look a little too much like Dr. Seuss flowers to have in my bouquet, but they make lovely arrangements. They grow in San Francisco in the summer, so we might find a way to work in their luscious bright colors.
If there were a feminism litmus test (and boy am I glad we are not into litmus test feminists here at APW), one area where I would decidedly fail is engagement ring shopping. When I got engaged, I wanted to be surprised not only by the proposal, but by the jewelry too. Except, like anyone you hate to buy gifts for, I wanted to be surprised by a ring that was so me I would have picked it out for myself. And that logic is why the traditional proposal is possibly one of the most absurd parts of the modern wedding tradition.…Keep Reading
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