Archive for November, 2009

Why I Do

I absolutely love my job.  And if you had asked me eighteen months ago whether I would ever say that, I would have laughed in your face.  

I decided at 16 years old exactly what I wanted to do with my life…I wanted to be a lobbyist.  I loved politics and everything that went into it, but the idea of running for office never appealed to me.  I wanted to be behind the scenes.  Believe it or not, I was voted, “Most likely to become president” in my high school class.  I went to President Clinton’s ’96 Inauguration with an invitation-only leadership conference.  I went to college and majored in political science.  I interened with a lobbying firm at the Georgia State Capitol, and I ultimately got a job with one of their clients.  I spent seven years working in government relations, first for the pharmaceutical industry, and then for Coca-Cola.

And then I was fired.  And it was a total blessing in disguise, because I was beyond miserable doing what I was doing.  So I left it all behind, and I’ve never been happier.

Now, I spend four out of seven days selling wedding dresses, and it makes me happier than just about anything else in the world – except my husband, of course.  I love talking to brides all day long about what they have planned for their weddings, how they picture themselves on the big day, what details they like more than others, and what parts of their bodies they want to flaunt/hide.  I love finding that one key word that will define their wedding style and reflecting it back to them in a wedding gown.

My favorite moment is when the bride walks out of the fitting room, steps up on the pedestal, looks up, and breaks into the biggest smile you’ve seen all day.  I don’t get many tears – this is all about being happy and looking gorgeous.  When a bride says to me, “I don’t want to take it off,” I know I’ve just made someone’s day.  I just love when I happen to have found THE gown, and she looks at me and says in utter wonder, “I have to know…how did you know this one would be the one?”

I know what I’m doing…after almost a year, I’ve gotten pretty good at it.  But at times, I’m playing trial and error, just like my brides are.  Putting a bride in the perfect dress is a little like solving a puzzle – all of a sudden, all of the pieces fit, and the whole world seems a little more beautiful.

I LOVE my job.


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Oh My Deer

I had the strangest experience this morning.  See, I live in the city…technically.  I don’t live Downtown, or in Midtown, but I do live well  inside the Atlanta city limits, although my neighborhood looks like what most people would consider to be the suburbs.  As such, we don’t get a ton of wildlife, although I did see a coyote a couple of months ago…an incident which concerned me enough to go out back (into my well fenced-in yard) for every bathroom break the dog wanted to take. 

Anyway, this morning I went out for a quick run before work.  I’ve started a new running plan, which I’ll discuss in depth another time, but suffice to say that I like to call it “Operation Skinny Jeans.”  The run started off uneventful, although there was a track club or running group or some such organization that was headed in the opposite direction from me.  So I was kept occupied until right before I was due to turn around and head back home.  I was approaching a house that has been under construction, and I’m still not sure if it’s occupied at this point.  But out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement in the driveway.  I had already seen several people picking up newspapers, so I didn’t think twice about it.

Until the massive deer ran across the street right in front of me.  It was a buck, with antlers at least eighteen inches long and a big white puff of a tail. 

A deer.  In the middle of the city.  A nine iron’s shot away from the governor’s mansion.

It was the craziest thing.  I wondered for a second if I had imagined it, but as I ran past where the deer had just crossed, I smelled the most intense gamey, wildlife odor.  I was shocked and amazed and overjoyed.  I’ve never seen anything quite like that before.

I decided then and there that this was going to be a really good day.  So far, so good.  But I’ll let you know for sure after the Georgia-Auburn game is over.  Come on Dawgs, you can do it!

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Sour Beginnings

I’m having some difficulty getting started.  I think it’s that (1) I’m unsure of the direction of my new blog, and (2) I don’t know how personal I want to make this.

My last entry, composed after the consumption of a couple of glasses of wine, totally reads like Burt’s Bees paid me to try their new products.  I can assure you, this is not the case.  In fact, those products did not work out for me at all, and caused such a breakout on my cheeks that a friend asked me point blank if I was pregnant.  I’m not.  Luckily, she’s a hairdresser who also stocks skincare products, and she gifted me something for sensitive skin – so, I’m using that and my fallback – 10% benzoyl peroxide.  Teenage skin until the day I die, I’m telling you

Moving on.

I haven’t had any reallycrazy brides lately – the last really whacked out one was the group from France – while all originally French, they all live here now and speak English.  Except around sales people, that is.  I would put the bride into a dress, and she and her girlfriends would take for ten minutes about what they thought – in French.  Then one of them would turn to me and say, “we like it,” or “this isn’t the one.”  Hey, thanks.  That’s fantastic feedback that will absolutely benefit me in finding you the perfect wedding gown.  Looks like I will not be making any commission on the two hours I’m spending  with you.  Thanks so much, guys!

I’m set on refining this blog.  I need a theme, and I’m working on it.  I promise.

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A Big Wet Lickery Kiss

I’m 30 years old, and my skin still sucks.  Plus, I’m kind of lazy, and I don’t wash my face every night.  I know, gross.  What are you going to do?  I’ve tried ProActive, which was a total disaster.  Cetaphil worked for a while, then my skin got used to it.  Basically, I still use teenage meds – a spot treatment with 10% benzoyl peroxide is a must.  And my husband can’t figure out why all of our pillowcases are bleached beyond belief.

However, I’ve read some good things about the new Burt’s Bees products – the Natural Acne Solutions line.  And I actually got a free sample of the spot treatment in the mail.  So I’ve switched products, and instead of peroxide and bleach, I’m trying all natural for a while.

So far, so good (at least for the last three days).  It’s the weirdest thing, though – the spot treatment totally smells like black licorice.  And so, after washing my face, my hands smell like black licorice.  It’s disconcerting and kind of bizarre.  Licorice?  Really?

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First Post

You know what I hate?  Writing the first post to a new blog. 

I also hated writing the introduction paragraph(s) to papers in school.  It never made any sense to me to (1) tell them what you’re going to tell them, (2) tell them, and finally (3) tell them what you told them.

So I’m not going to do that.

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