In an earlier post, I mentioned taking advantage of Trader Joe’s annual spring $1.29 bouquet of Daffodils and using them for your arrangements at your wedding. Yesterday I went to get arugula at TJ’s and saw the flowers sitting in a basket outside and I immediately bought two bouquets. The woman behind me

Our outdoor ceremony was 15-minutes: my mom walked me down the aisle and gave me away because my dad sucks balls, rings exchanged, vows exchanged (I left vows upstairs and was forced to wing it), some bawling, an Iron & Wine Lion’s Mane and two renditions of Erik Satie’s Gymnopedia

We looked at an insurmountable amount of possibilities for a wedding site. We knew it had to be in Norcal. It had to be in a historic building with character. And preferably in between his bay area and my Sacramento valley rooted families. We settled on six possibilities before we

“Your wedding is in Vallejo, on a Sunday, and in November? Aren’t you afraid of gun shots, work schedules, cold and rain?” In order to abide by the rules of a broke-ass wedding, throw away any ideas of what you want your wedding to be like. Because in California, the