I have a hunch, that one of the many reasons so many of us girly-girls have been planning our wedding since we were five, is the final realization of our dream of being a fairytale princess. The exchange of lifelong vows to our soul mate completely aside, for one lovely day we get to wear a gorgeous dress and pay glorious tribute to our jewelry, hair and shoes.


We get to adorn ourselves, our friends and a beautiful setting with our favorite flowers and have a photographer follow us around like movie stars.





We get to decorate our chosen fairytale setting to the nines and seat our loved ones at tables with a feast fit for royalty.



But after that one day, most of us don’t really give our inner princess much attention again. And that is a crime. Being Cindarella shouldn’t just be something celebrated once in your lifetime, but a part of ourselves to be revered and honored on a regular basis. I have made it my duty to find little ways to bring enchanting bridal traditions - both new and old - to make daily life a little more special. You shouldn't have to wait until you are a bride to celebrate the feminine mystique or let that homage become only a memory once your wedding day has passed. So now, without much further adieu, I'm going to take my spectacular wedding-worthy scarlet pumps to lunch. Lunch just got a little more special, don't you think?
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