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In Defense of Anchovies: A Wildly Unpopular Post


I hate fishy-fish. The fishiest fish I'll make a case for eating is a good thick sheet of lox on an everything bagel with cream cheese. But in general, if it's fishy-fish, you can count me out. I really want to be that person who eats kippers on toast, or likes nothing better than a plate of grilled sardines with lemon. Maybe I will be someday. In addition to a pronounced, fishy flavor, I cannot stand bones. I have never gotten on with the idea that fish bones are something to be crunched and savored; I do not want a throat full of pins for dinner. Conversely, if you try to remove every bone from most delicate fish you are left with nothing but a pile of flakes and bits which might do just fine for a taco, but isn't what I wanted to pay $35 for. I make an exception for branzino, because the thrill of eating an entire fish myself more than makes up for having to gently lift the meat from the long, needlelike rib bones.

New Era, Same Hunger


On October 1st when I announced that I was leaving social media for an indeterminate length of time, I really didn't know how I felt about it. I knew that I needed to leave (for the time being), and even on some level that I wanted to leave. But the night before signing out, I got such an intense case of FOMO that I had to text Andrew about it simply to cool the panic. I've always feared disconnection from the people and things I love...I wondered if that was what was ahead of me. I even wondered (and I do still wonder) if it's possible to exist as an active part of this world without social media. Our world is so centered around social media that the assumption on everyone's part is that information is unnecessary to communicate outside of social media. Shops and restaurants do not update their websites with current hours, friends and family mutually suppose that they've seen updates from each other's lives. We forget to communicate outside the realm of social media because there is typically absolutely no need. This is a strange new era, as potentially damaging as it is brilliant and connective. So is it possible to exist in this world without social media? I will not be the one to find out, of course. I still have email; I still have this blog; those are forms of social media. But the exit from Instagram and Facebook, from Twitter and other places online has been incredible. 

Shopping For A Wedding Dress (As A Curvy Girl): 5 Things To Keep In Mind

(a dress I loved, but not the dress I adored)

In the ongoing circus of planning a wedding, the task of finding one's perfect wedding dress can be arduous. Not only must we consider what style we want to wear, but where to shop, and whether the dresses we like are even within our budget. We then churn through the rigmarole of finding exact dresses we'd like to try on, locating bridal shops that carry them, setting up bridal appointments, and deciding who to bring with us for the try-on. If these practical logistics weren't enough, the whole act of finding, "THE DRESS THAT YOU'VE DREAMED OF YOUR WHOLE LIFE," and knowing that, "THIS DRESS WILL FOREVER STAND IN YOUR WEDDING PHOTOS AS YOUR MEMORIES OF THIS DAY," can bring up a crushing amount of insecurity about our bodies. This is true for anyone I'm sure, but I'm a plus size bride so I'm speaking to the plus size brides. 

Things I'm Loving (Besides Being Engaged)


Wow guys. Life moves fast. A month after my last post, Andrew proposed to me in a rather elaborate and wonderful way (most of you know about it. Those of you who don't, I'll spare you the details). Suffice it to say, I'm a terribly happy girl who is now planning a wedding. I will give a few photos as proof of all that happened that day. As proof that the proposal was a surprise, I give you the glaring evidence of me, not having bothered to change out of the clothes in which I had been nannying all day. Literally everyone else was dressed up, and there I was on the brink of this important moment, rocking quarantine eyebrows, frizzy hair, and jeans with frayed cuffs.

All About Andrew (For Those Who Asked)

I started this post several times this past year because a lot of you have been asking questions about how my boyfriend Andrew and I met. I felt like maybe it wasn't that interesting, or that it was kind of pretentious to think anybody on the internet would be that interested in my love life. My dating relationships are not (and have never been) what this blog is about. However, enough of you have asked (repeatedly) for me to spill the tea, and now that our relationship has reached the one year mark today, it seems about time I tell it to you. Besides, I've always loved a good story about finding romance in unexpected places, and I'm certain I'm not alone in that. This is not the most well-written post you'll ever see on this blog. It's just candid story-telling, but I hope it satisfies! Sometimes writing, like love, doesn't need to be flashy. Also a PSA: I'm telling the story long-form so I've divided it up into various pieces so that you can jump to the part you're interested in, or find your place again if you've read half and want to finish it later. And if you don't want to read this post at all because it's boring, or triggering, or annoying, just don't read it! I sincerely don't care. This is just for the people who wanted the tea. And today (being our 1 year dating anniversary) seemed like the day! Here it goes.