A wedding season survival guide

You know it’s summer, and by extension wedding season, has officially begun when your life starts to feel like a scene from 27 Dresses. I don’t think I’ll get over my astonishment at the coincidence that next weekend I’ll be attending two weddings in the span of three days, and I’ll be wearing a sari to one. Likely I won’t be changing in the back of a taxi with a surprisingly trusting cabbie at the helm, but I wouldn’t mind bumping into James Marsden either.

An instagram update: whoever said that donuts are the new cupcakes clearly hasn’t been to a wedding shower

It’s wedding season! And it’s birthday season! Look at all the cupcakes I’ve consumed! So many! Too many! ALL the cupcakes!

The Wedding of the Century

Move over Kate and Wills! Tomorrow marks the Wedding of the Century. Yes, it’s true, our older brother Cam is marrying Jess, his girlfriend of 8 years.

On the incredibly emotional season finale of the Bachelorette…(according to Chris Harrison)

We kick off the live three hour special by showing Emily reconnect with Ricki who’s wearing a fanny pack. Oh sweetie.

Candid Does Not Work for Me

I look terrible in candid photos. I know what you’re thinking, “Hilary, most people look pretty bad in candid photos. But sometimes there’s a gem in the midst of millions”. And you know what I say to that? NOT TRUE. I look awful in almost all candid photos taken of me. There are no surprisingly gorgeous photos among the many, many greatly unattractive ones. You probably think I’m over-exaggerating. Or maybe you don’t actually think I’m that photogenic or beautiful, in which case I say, “wow, that was a little bit mean. It’s okay, I’ll get over it. Our friendship probably won’t be the same again, but I’ll get over it”.

Oh Hey, Ankle Pain, How Have You Been?

Like I promised yesterday, I will now tell you about our wedding adventures in Ottawa. Besides getting lost a few times within the city, it was basically uneventful. Uneventful, but loads and loads of fun. It was a beautiful ceremony, a delicious meal (which is good because, with weddings, it can really go either way), and the speeches were touching and emotional (in a good way).

Here’s Julia (looking fabulous in her bridesmaid dress) and I after the ceremony with our brother and his lovely fiancee.

The (one) male trump card

Even Daniel Craig is grumpy at the prospect of wearing a suit in the heat.

You know how women are always ranting about how easy guys have it? No childbirth, no “time of the month”, no shaving of the legs, blah blah blah. While this is generally true, men have a sweet deal, let’s not blame them because a. it’s not their faults, and b. they’ve got a serious trump card:

They have to wear suits to summer weddings.

GUUUUURRRRRLLLLL!

We were at a wedding in Ottawa on the weekend and, as such, are exhausted. I will tell you all about our adventures in Ottawa tomorrow, but for now, I leave you with something else to ponder.

“That’s not a polar bear, that’s a weasel”

Although it’s Entertainment Friday, we will not be posting anything (really) today. We’re off to Ottawa for a wedding and, quite frankly, can’t be bothered. However, I will leave this clip of Quite Interesting for you to watch. Surely it will entertain you.

Ancient Chinese water torture vs high heels

I might be exaggerating slightly when I say that I’m pretty sure heels take the cake.

AND YET, I presently have a worse case of “cripple foot”, after wearing high heels on Saturday and not even for the whole night, than I did after traipsing around London for seven hours straight.

Now perhaps these shoes were just especially death-like and painful, and not all heels are like that – I’m not sure, I didn’t purchase them. I wore them in shifts for part of the night for my friend Julie who’s getting married. These are kinds of things you just do for friends with similar sized feet on their bachelorette parties. Stacey also took one for the team and wore the shoes for a bit that night. Bless her. I’m telling you, the balls of my feet, my baby toes, and most of all my knees are really sore! I think I might have contracted polio or arthritis from these shoes. For real.