MC and I had dinner with our wedding photographer last night -- who just happens to be my friend, sometime classmate and former roommate Nicole Ladonne. I ordered a salad and an entree but only got halfway through the first course. The entire second plate just sat there and got cold until the waitress brought take-home boxes -- that's how much time we spent gabbing. We're lucky ducks to have Nicole shooting our wedding; she's insanely talented and she's been one of my favorite people since I was 16 years old. :)
What does this have to do with my snazzy, thrifted sweater? Nothing, as you might have guessed. But I wear a lot of sweaters and needed a title for this post.