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It is damn near impossible for me to see a prop, and then not use it.
// This weekend was for…//
Old Friends…
New Friends….
Sweet Surprises…
Getting all dolled up…
Dancing it up…
Getting Silly…
And happy ever afters…
Congratulations to a beautiful couple, Cait and Joel!
I am so happy and blessed to have been a part of such a perfect day, filled with friends and laughter and so much love.
The best to you both on your new adventure together as husband and wife!
*photo credit: Bill Lynch (all these photos are unedited)
That is not a look of fear, folks. My friend Cait, is legit excited that this huge bird of prey (a red-tailed hawk in case you were interested) showed up at her wedding! The most unique wedding gift for a very unique couple!
Photo credit: Leah Hewitt
My beautiful @darthcaitor is married today. Overwhelmed by her beauty. Today and everyday. #caitsgettinghitched #blainewedding
I just had, what I thought was, a pretty terrible first attempt at Bikram Yoga. The poses were super simple and I’ve done regular yoga before, so I thought it would be no big deal. How hard could this be, right?
Ummm…..I couldn’t hold all the poses at all. I kept feeling nauseous from the heat. Sweat was stinging my eyes. I had to keep sitting down. I felt a tiny bit embarrassed because the room has huge mirrors so everyone can see everyone else. It wasn’t my finest moment. I mean how do you hold Tree Pose with such sweaty legs??
At the end of class the teacher said what a great first class I had and then someone else clapped for me. What the hell? Did they see that? Well apparently the goal is just to stay in the room the whole time. Ok, at least I accomplished that. Then a guy told me after class that it takes at least 8 classes to get used to the heat. 8! This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
My goal is to just not pass out. Totally worth going though, because you feel amazing afterwards.
Also, I did not know that your shins could sweat.
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—Adorable and perfectly spot-on.
The last in our lil’ series of award-nominated stuff from LP: The Secret Lives of Chefs by Lisa Hanawalt! This comic also appears in her upcoming book MY DIRTY DUMB EYES, published by Drawn & Quarterly.
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Rockettes rehearsal & backstage, 1964.
(Art Rickerby—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)
Quick story: When I was about 14? (I think) my mother took my sister and me to see the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular. This was the first time I ever saw the Rockettes and, naturally, I was in awe. I remember thinking, “I want to do this! I can do this!” I read in the program that the minimum height requirement is 5’6”, so I held out hope for a really long time that I would get there. Not to mention the fact that I had pretty much hit my max height of 5’2” at that time, never to grow another inch. Oh, also, not to mention the fact that I have literally never ever taken a dance class in my life. Not ever. Oh, I faked my way through tap dancing in Crazy For You junior year of HS, and I am not a terrible dancer, but I don’t think that height was the only thing keeping me out of that kick line. I still say that 5’6” is my dream height because then at least I would have a chance. No?
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