I got hitched! :) As my regular readers, friends, and family know, Zach and I tied the knot on October 7, 2017. And, what kind of lifestyle blogger would I be without sharing a photo blog of the special day?!
I shared my wedding mood board back in January. (Wow, crazy how time flies!) I must say, we nailed it down to each little detail we desired. Our wedding felt timeless as we danced under twinkling Gatsby lights and sipped champagne with loved ones. The deets: Venue: Lau
You know when you pack two books for a flight how you never read the second book? (Seriously, 99% of the time, you can save your carry-on the extra space for snacks.) I'm a quick reader, but rarely does one novel even get finished during travel. People watching and sleeping are all too tempting alternatives.
Well, on my flight to San Fran for work, I was halfway through my latest Kurt Vonnegut (Player Piano), so I dared to pack along a second read. (I also packed a third in
Photo by: Chelsea Seekell Photography Blog posts are taking a pause behind regular work, busy bee secret business things, and of course, wedding planning. I'd expect this to remain the case until post-honeymoon, which I don't even want to think about! So anxious and giddy about getting married, but also quite tired of moonlighting as a wedding planner.
Last night, my mom and I went for my final wedding dress fitting, including ensuring all of the little details matched. (Wh
Father Time manipulated the holidays once again and sped up the clock. Suddenly, Zach and I are only 9 months away from saying, “I do”! My (over) planning skills came in handy, because I’ve planned the majority of our wedding already, and now I’m reaping the benefits of no stress! Okay, my anxiety hiked up a bit picking our Save the Dates and finalizing our guest list. But, with a little help from friends and Zach, naturally, I moved past it. With only a few items on my to-do
Photo by: Stalph. From left: UaZit, WaZeil wearing custom shirt and dress from WAZUAZ collection. A creative soul trapped behind family shaming. A woman who cut her own ropes, unbinding herself from oppressive silence. An artist freely expressing herself through raw paintings of self-growth and awareness. A powerhouse couple dedicating their lives to their creative work and building worlds hand-in-hand. Born Emily to an Egyptian, Pentecostal family, this woman did not find sa
I’ve always believed that people have more than one soulmate in this world. Maybe even across time. Realistically, the odds of that not being true are slim. Romantics, please don’t start sharpening your pitchforks to come at me quite yet. I think this opinion strengthens a relationship’s bond, and shows me and Zach every day how we are truly meant to spend the rest of our lives together. But, I think it is a common misconception that soulmates are constrained to one person, o
I’ve become obsessed with self-improvement. That’s not completely a bad thing, but it can get ugly even when all you’re looking for in life is a little more positivity. If you don’t enjoy the journey, the road becomes cluttered with anxiety, stress and anger that almost dissolve the satisfaction of the end result, if you can even fight through the mess to get there. It’s upsetting. I’m upset. Mainly at myself for taking joy and turning it to muck. My life is P-E-R-F-E-C-T per
Two years ago, almost exactly, I stepped out of my suburban, cornfield comfort zone alone and went on one of my biggest adventures to date. My fabulously talented friend, Alicia, was living in Astoria, NY during a summer internship. She told me (in a very Alicia, “Hey, if you think you can, no worries, but you’re an idiot if you don’t take advantage of this,” tone) to come visit. The closest city I’d been to that resembled NYC was Chicago, which does not hold a candle to shee
It’s nothing new to say that life is unexpected; that what we meticulously plan doesn’t always follow through, and that our “never gonna happens” often become our reality. About two and a half years ago, I planned to hightail it to Atlanta right after college graduation, and find a job at a city magazine (preferably the Atlanta Magazine). A year and a half ago, I planned to escape to Arizona right after college to live near my best friend in a warm climate. Neither of those t
On a regular morning in the Jordan household, you could find me slipping on my silk gloves, high heels and assortment of unmatched jewelry. I couldn’t be late for breakfast, lest I miss out on the limited sugar crunch specialty of the day. I would add the final touch to my ensemble – an oversized, flowery hat – and strut out, ready to conquer the world...in my pajamas. I grew up a fairly average, boyband loving, self-proclaimed Disney princess. But my imaginary friends and dr