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Manifestos

It's been awhile since we discussed name changing on APW. And funny enough, in the time that we haven't talked about it, it hasn't gotten any easier, nor have the answers become any more obvious. So here is the first thing I want to point out: if you're in the middle of making this decision, you have lots and lots of options. Society tends to present a black and white world view: you change your name, or you don't. But thinking about it that way just disempowers you. As illustration, let's look at people we know in the APW community:

  • APW staffer Lauren was going to change her name, but then decided that felt wrong to her. She and her husband decided to hyphenate at the last minute. A new name for a new family.
  • Cate changed her name, but was adamant about using Ms., not Mrs., because, "Because you shouldn’t be able to tell a woman’s marital status from her title any more than you can a man’s."
  • APW staffer Kate has a dream husband (hi Kevin!) who offered to take her name. But after a lot of discussion she decided that she didn't want to keep her often-mispronounced-as-a-bad-word last name, so she changed her last name, and took her maiden name as her middle name. Well, socially. She hasn't done the paperwork yet, and it's been more than a year. She goes by Ms. as well, in case you were wondering.
  • Brenna changed her name, and then it didn't feel right, so she changed it back.
  • APW Staffer Alyssa changed her name, and then cried about it, mourning the loss (which in no way made it the wrong decision for her).
  • Marie-Ève lives in Montreal, where it's actually illegal for a woman to change her last name upon marriage. We had a long conversation about this, where I said, "People here think that to be a family, you need the same last name." And Marie-Ève said, "That's crazy. To be a family, you just need to be a family."
  • And then there is me. I didn't change my name, and I didn't have any heartache about it. If you ask us what we'll name our kids, however, you'll get some flustered arm waving. Don't think I'm going down without a fight.

So you have options. You have way more options than I've listed here, but this is just to get you started. You don't even need to make a decision right now; you can wait til you feel ready. Or you can make a decision, and then change your mind. But don't let anyone make you feel like you don't have choices.

But here is where I have an issue: for most of us, this decision isn't an easy one. Even if we take the most traditional route and change our names and go by Mrs., the process is often emotionally difficult, leaving us in tears, feeling like we're mourning a loss. And if there is anything I've learned from the ongoing APW discussion about name changing, it's this: the men in our lives, by and large, don't know how hard it is for us.

Why? Well, I'd argue that we're being too quiet about it, and we're wasting far too much time judging each other for making choices different than our own. (Every second you spend judging a woman for making a different choice than you is a second you wasted.) For whatever reason, we're internalizing a lot of the painful bits. Maybe we're talking about it with our partner, but we're not talking about it with the world at large. We feel like, "This is the way it's always been," and "I just need to figure out what I want to do," and "There just are not any great solutions," instead of saying, "I'm just not willing to put up with this anymore!" or "You need to know that this is painful for me," or "I want more options, damn it, and better options, too," and then politely lighting something on fire. Continue reading Name Changing: Don’t Be Quiet About It

Last week I was reading Esquire (a magazine that gives me such a sense of renewed faith in media). And in an article about climbing Kilimanjaro, the author, Peter Martin, said this:

I want my life to be highlighted by highlights, not made up primarily of them. For me, the most gratifying part of finishing Kilimanjaro — of doing anything this challenging, this extreme — is that I know, for sure, that I can do it, that I did do it, and that I never have to do it again.

And I stopped dead. Because that's it. That's a wedding, for me. Huge and extreme and intensely wonderful and intensely hard and something I never want to do again.

And to those of you in the middle of climbing your own Kilimanjaros? Cheers.

Photo: Me & my parents, by One Love Photo

Have I mentioned to you guys that I share an office with Kathryn of Snippet & Ink? Well, I do. And yesterday I walked into the office and she said, "Meg, the wedding I'm posting tomorrow has you written all over it." And she could not have been more right. When I flipped out over this picture she pointed out that it was basically the same picture taken of me at our wedding. Maybe the bride and I are soul sisters, a little.

The wedding between two London theatre people.... and get this, it took place in an abandoned mansion on North Wales with no electricity, that hadn't been lived in for 60 years. Because that's the kind of parties this couple throws. And Kathryn said, wisely (I'm paraphrasing), "The trouble is, we see a wedding like this and we think that we need to throw a wedding in an abandoned mansion. And we don't. That's not us. But it is them. So we just need to appreciate what it is." Which is so exactly it.

That, and the 30-foot wedding cake was a fireworks bonfire. I'm just saying.

So anyway, go see it all, right this second. You're welcome.

Photographs: Nick Tucker, layouts by Snippet & Ink

Wedding Overexposure

This weekend, I was chatting with a friend who's a new convert to wedding blogs. After she dismissed APW as "Too wordy." (Ha! True!) we started discussing another wedding blog that we both adore. And she neatly pin-pointed the single biggest problem with, well, wedding blogs. She said, "I don't know. After a while everything just starts looking the same, and I'm rebellious so I think, "I'll do it differently! I won't even HAVE flowers at my wedding! And then I realize I am going crazy." And indeed, right? It made me think of Verhext's post on culling desire, and the ways that images endlessly tumbled mean something, and don't, and finding the way through this thicket of inspiration to our own hearts. So I was thrilled when this wedding graduate post from Lauren, the wedding planner behind It's Quintessential, popped into my mailbox this week. It helps us think through when inspiration helps, and when it doesn't, and when you just need to gut check already (hint: probably now).

Yesterday I came across this article on Overexposure at Little Green Notebook and it struck me as a topic that really reaches into all sorts of design including weddings and events. Are we overexposed? The social web is an amazing place full of endless possibilities and it truly brings the most up to date trends, ideas and inspiration right to your fingertips and eyeballs. The possibilities are endless when you're researching your wedding theme, colors, flowers, dress, cake, ceremony reading...the list goes on and on.

Are the possibilities too endless? Do you ever find yourself scrolling through pages of google search results for wedding ideas and you see so many amazing things that it is flat out overwhelming? You like the look of a loose bouquet of wildflowers but you also love the structure of a graphic bouquet of all red roses and then you see purple and your brain says "well I love purple too." Do you shut off, are you overwhelmed? No, you're over-exposed.

After working in the wedding industry for years I knew exactly what I wanted my wedding to be and look like. I wanted simple, classic, elegant and most of all, I wanted it to be relaxed. I did not want a lot of color, I wanted neutrals, an outdoor setting, simple bouquets and centerpieces that reflected who I am, just a simple, quiet girl with a classic sense of style. That's how I think of myself any how.

Once I started receiving questions from my guests on what I was planning, it became clear that they were expecting my wedding to be extravagant, over the top and completely up to date on the biggest trends. They were taking my profession and translating what I do for others into who I am. Truth be told, I was intimidated. I knew they expected amazing things, after all I work on amazing events, I create amazing things for other people and I love every minute of it. I let myself worry about what they would think when my little wedding didn't hold up to their expectations, I worried quite a bit and then I just got to a point where I told myself "it's my wedding, I'll do what I want to." And I did. Continue reading Wedding Overexposure

Hi Guys!
My friend Kathryn at Snippet & Ink is getting married (this weekend!!! wheeee!!!), and she asked me to write a guest post while she was gone. Well, I couldn't settle for just any old post, so I decided to write her a wedding present. I asked her what she wanted me to write, and by request, I wrote 'Everything You Need To Know To Survive Your Wedding Day Intact." Ok, well, not everything, but a few things.

I'm actually really proud of what I ended up coming up with, so go read it, and then leave me a comment here or there. (Please? The thing about guest posts is you get no comments, which is the very saddest thing.)

And to Kathryn, I wish that Saturday is everything you need it to be, and that the rest of your lives together is so much more. Oh, and you better be ready to dish with me when you get home (is all I'm saying!)

Lots and lots of love,
Meg

Last week, the imitable Rebecca Woolf of Girls Gone Child wrote a piece about fashion where she noted the huge difference between inspiration and aspiration (You guys may not know her, since she’s a blogger-who’s-also-a-mother and sometimes those bloggers get less airplay on our corner of the web? Anyway you’ll love her. Done.) She wrote about how aspiration is those spreads in Vogue magazine with $50,000 dresses, inspiration is your favorite fashion blogger who blogs about how she put together an outfit with a $50 dress she found on sale at Macy's. Or Teen Vogue. She loves Teen Vogue.

For some reason, all week I kept thinking about this inspiration/aspiration dichotomy. I’m a huge lady mag and lady blog reader, and trust me, there is room in my life for both -ations. I like aspirational design blogs, and wedding porn, and fashion magazines. But at the end of the day, I’m an inspiration girl. I want you to break it down for me in ways that make sense. How can I make a super chic, ragingly fun wedding reception in my parents church social hall? How can I use what’s already in my closet to create really editorial outfits, that say something about who I am? How can I re-finish and re-arrange the furniture I have to make my living room work for me?

I think in a lot of ways we’re in a very inspirational cultural moment. We all have less money and fewer choices, and after years of excess, we’re all trying to figure out how to make the most with what we’ve got. And the blog-o-shere has really rushed into the gap left by print media. We’re all writing for each other about how we can do this, how we can improve our lives, how we can do more with less.

But then there is the trap. The trap of mistaking inspiration for aspiration.

I’ve wanted to meet Rebecca Woolf for a long time, because, I don’t know, she’s a young mom who’s really rocking motherhood and selfhood and a writing career at the same time. So, at Mighty Summit I started asking around to see if anyone knew her, and was up for introducing me. Heather Sphor was like, “Oh, h*ll yeah, of course I will.” But before I asked Heather, five people must have told me Rebecca was, “A glamazon”. I’d look puzzled, and ask, “Ok, but what is she like?” and people would say, “intimidating.” And I’d think, ‘Huh. Weird. That’s clearly not her personality, that’s a reaction. Why are women so easily scared of each other?" (And I’m super guilty of this, by the way, which is why I’m talking about it).

Rebecca and I got into a four hour gab fest this weekend (We got along? We can't shut up?), and at the end we were talking about fashion. She was saying that one of her personal missions was to get women (especially moms) to feel empowered to be stylish, just because they wanted to be. Or in her words, “How much longer does it take to put on pants than sweats? I rest my case.” And that’s when I mentioned the “glamazon” thing. And she shook her head at me in this really baffled way, and was like, “I don’t get it. I’m trying to say that style is NOT exclusive, and instead people think, ‘well, she’s stylish and I can never hope to live up to it.’” Which is exactly it. Continue reading On *Owning* Inspiration