• September 2011 Archive •

Accepting the Beauty in Rejection

He was a tall goofy drink of water.  He had hair that looked like it belonged on a Ken doll and a face that could grace the cover of Tiger Beat.  I silently giggled while I eavesdropped in on a three-way conversation where he admitted to my best friend he had a crush on me too.  He was a grade above me and completely out of my league.  Without hesitation, I ended a 8 month “relationship” with my lowly 7th grade boyfriend and began going steady with the closest thing to Jonathan Taylor Thomas that Hudson had ever seen.

Our courtship spanned across a whopping five weeks.  We lasted through a double date to the movies, a dozen non-french kisses, an exchange of Christmas presents and one awkward photo following a chorus concert.  Everything ended the exact same way it began – me eavesdropping in on a three-way conversation with my best friend.  As silly and insignificant as it seems looking back, it was my first bittersweet taste of rejection.

He wasn’t the last boy to reject me and compared to others, he merely cracked my heart instead of breaking it. In retrospect, it wasn’t actually him that left me feeling bruised but rather the act of rejecting my sweet southern self. I can’t claim to only be the victim. I’ve certainly done my share of rejecting. For a better part of my dating career I was a man-eater. I used and abused guys like they were toys and would replace them once I felt they were broken.  I was never comfortable with wearing the girlfriend title.  I was committed to not being committed.  I’ve literally been referred to as a devil woman.  It’s okay – my past behavior warrants the name-calling.  Considering 99% of my so-called exes are now married, I’d say the rejection, whether given or taken, was worth it. I don’t know the status of one anti-Facebook gent. If he still doesn’t have a Facebook profile, college degree, real job or driver’s license, I’d say he’s single. Seriously, what was I thinking?

The act of rejection continues to occur past relationships. For me, it comes now in the form of hearing “We’ve decided to hire another planner.” I could easily sink back into the same emotions just as I did when I heard “It’s not you, it’s me.”  The truth is, sifting through the whys and hows as many times as humanly possible will still never change the outcome.  There is something revealing through the beauty of rejection that challenges me to do more and be more. Not so much for those that rejected me but for those that accepted little ole’ me. It encourages me to be a better planner and friend to prove they made the right decision.

Just because we get rejected by a job, a client, a college, a friend, an opportunity or lover doesn’t mean we aren’t right for another one down the road. If the sum of rejections I’ve endured so far equates to the life I’m living now, it was worth it. And next time I don’t make the cut to be someone’s wedding planner, I’ll remind myself that it only means I’m making room for someone else. If they are anything like the lovelies I’m working with now, I’ll continue to be one blessed chick.  Despite the harassment I endured each time someone saw my reading materials, perhaps that shelf of “You’ve Been Dumped” self-help books I hoarded in 2005 really worked.

xoxo, Priscilla
Hair Today – Gone Tomorrow

I was ready.  The rite of passage to becoming a woman was upon me and I was eager to make the transition.  I was in fifth grade and had a few very important things on my mind:

1. Meeting my best friend at the skating rink
2. Stuffing my bra at said skating rink
3. Shaving my legs

I had been watching in sweet anticipation as my older cousin glided the razor up and down her bare legs.  With her every stroke, I became more self aware of the hairs growing uncontrollably on my non-manicured legs.  I knew my life’s existence depended on convincing my parents to allow me to shave my legs and I did what every normal 11-year-old would.  I put together a sales pitch.

I worked tirelessly on putting together a presentation to give to my parents.  It was complete with facts, illustrations and diagrams concerning the benefits to shaving.  Most importantly, it answered the burning question of why they should allow me to shave my legs before entering middle school and subjecting myself to humiliation.  I scheduled a time to reserve their undivided attention, put my best hairy foot forward and turned on my sweet convincing charm.

I was elated as I shaved my legs that night and from that moment on, I knew that aside from the hair on my head, I would forever be a hairless creature.  I’ve been doing the same shaving routine for fifteen years.  I’m not sure why I decided to mess with a good thing.

At some point in high school I realized that it looked as though I had two caterpillars plastered above my eyelids and I turned to having my eyebrows waxed.  It’s always been a relaxing experience for me.  Uncharacteristically relaxing actually.  To the point sometimes where I can literally go to sleep during the process.  I assumed this state of relaxation would translate into any form of waxing.  I was wrong.

A few weeks ago I got the bright idea to go and have a brazilian wax.  I was severely unprepared for what ensued.  The two measly Advils I popped prior to the appointment must have fled my system during the torture because they certainly didn’t do their job.  I was wearing a makeshift pair of undies so big that the side straps could have been hanging from my shoulders.  I was sprawled out on a table and had a complete stranger all up in my business.  I wanted to scream “Kelly Clarkson” but couldn’t make a sound because I was finding it difficult remembering to breathe.  It was by far the most excruciating voluntary pain I have ever experienced.  No exaggeration, I thought I might not make it out of the waxing room alive.  I was certain my body would eventually be found in the fetal position, atop crinkled doctor’s office paper and in a cloud of baby powder.

We all do dumb things and I think I’ll just chalk this up to a painful learning experience.  The grass isn’t always greener on the other side.  Sometimes a craft we mastered in elementary school will still suffice in our twenties.  I’ve been told by my apparently insane friends that the key is routine and consistency.  The problem with that method is that it requires me to re-experience something I’m trying hard to forget.  There’s absolutely no way I could stick it out for another session.  Pun completely intended.

xoxo, Priscilla
Modern Circles Themed Rehearsal Dinner at Youssef 242 in Hickory, NC

It isn’t uncommon for a couple to request assistance with coordinating their rehearsal dinner in addition to their wedding ceremony and reception.  I’m always delighted to extend my help as it usually gives me an opportunity to work with the groom’s family .  Tiffany and Brennan were married last October and the groom’s mother, who traveled between North Carolina and Florida, needed some creative direction on pulling together a fun, fresh and modern rehearsal dinner.

We established early in the planning process that we wanted to use a color palette of black, white and lime green.  In order to set a fun and engaging tone, we incorporated a dotted theme.  From the polka dot table linens to the hanging white Chinese lanterns, we infused circles and dots throughout the rehearsal dinner decor.  As guests arrived to Youssef 242, they began by enjoying a cocktail hour on the patio complete with a live acoustic guitarist.  Moving indoors to the rehearsal dinner, a looped slideshow played throughout dinner while guests were wined and dined.  Watered Garden Florist in Raleigh provided the contemporary floral arrangements.  In addition, we used various vases and globes from Ikea to create a modern collection for centerpieces.  We even tied the votive candles into the overall theme by adorning them with black and white circled stickers.  To create a cohesive theme, we designed all of the table stationery including menu cards and table numbers to reflect the dotted theme.

We worked hard to make the rehearsal dinner a contrast from the wedding without going overboard and without overshadowing the main event.  The circled theme proved to be the perfect setting for an intimate and inviting rehearsal dinner.  A huge thanks to Dana Arndt with Dana Arndt Photography for the amazing photos!

Venue: Youssef 242

Photographer: Dana Arndt Photography

Linens: CE Rental

Florist: Watered Garden Florist

Guitarist: Jimmy Atkins



xoxo, Priscilla