We spent the week over here doing one of our How To shoots. This time we flew out Michelle Edgemont to play with us. You might know her as APW’s resident Brooklyn wedding designer, but Maddie and I know her as one of APW’s earliest readers, and (as all of the APWers who have stuck around since 2008 tend to be) awesome. Our shoot was inspired by the sheet cake to awesome cake project, and the reader request for dollar store wedding crafts. It was good, you guys. It was good and fun and good and this happened.
Also, we’re so tired we can’t see straight. GO WEEKEND! It’s your Friday open thread! Hop on it!
Highlights of APW This Week
Elisabeth kicked off Risk month with a post about cold feet, which contained perhaps the best nod to one of the world’s most famous wedding reading of all time.
If you’re still struggling to accept help from the people who love you, the care and keeping of friendors has you covered.
Friends as family. This post has my heart.
Maddie’s slow and sappy playlist came with a necessary will-make-you-cry-at-your-desk-warning. YOU. Not me. Maddie knows how I feel about Michael Bublé.
A reminder that relationships end. In divorce, in death, we don’t want to think about it, but they end. You need your friends. Work on those friendships as you plan your wedding.
And finally, a post from me so personal that I was begging to pull it an hour before it ran.
This Atlantic article on what effect “passing” has on an interracial and same-sex couples includes a heartbreaking history of how one interracial couple was torn apart.
The “Camp Gyno” ad is laugh-out-loud funny (and we’re thrilled there’s no mysterious blue liquid).
Dabe Alan writes about the way we treat creatives on the internet, where “the ability to soak in, digest, and live with abuse is a prerequisite for being in the public eye, or existing online in some form next to your creations.”
According to Time, Barbie sales are down, possibly due to parents who are over the doll’s “perfect” body.
We pinned some new things for you! This week’s biggest hits were a cake “embroidered” with sprinkles and fancy gold glitter loafers for dancing the night away at your wedding (or wearing to the office).