Spending diet, wedding binge

Isn’t it always the way when you are trying to eat less or attempting not to spend $$ that you end up eating twice as much or blowing your entire wad?  Yup, it happens, and it happened to me last week big time!  I don’t know what came over me but all of a sudden I couldn’t stop buying.  I am not really a consumer, but I guess there are times when the body finds a void that needs feeding.  It all began with my first purchase from Design Public: a Matteo Due Stitch duvet in brine.  Yes, it was a bit of a splurge, but my gut just said “Do it, Allison, Do it!”  Oh boy do I love this duvet.  Then later that week I had a conversation with my pappa and he said he had just written his last tuition check ever (assuming my little bro graduates on time).  In honor of this momentous occasion, I thought I needed to treat my hard working father to the one thing from Design Public that tickles his fancy: a Fatboy Headdemock.  I figured the cost of a headdemock was a drop in the bucket compared to college tuition for four kids.  Thank you, daddy bruce, for edumacting all of us!  By Friday evening I made a pact with myself to not spend a dime over the weekend.  But Allison, you are weak! I headed out on Saturday morning to try and find something for my niece to sleep on when she comes to visit, but I never made it to the kid store.  I got side tracked and went into a used clothing store and loaded my arms.  My mind was smart enough to say, “Allison, go home and find some clothes to sell and maybe you will break even if you buy a couple of things.”  My plan failed.  I guess my clothes are too outdated and they only took a pair of jeans.  Maybe I should sell a kidney in order to pay for my extensive shopping spree.  Man alive. 

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Sunday Cooper and I shot a wedding for Cooper’s friend Colin and his now wife Joan.  As always, I love the photographing the “getting ready photos” simply because there are so many crazy tricks us ladies use to get all dolled up.  I learn a lot from this time of mass estrogen and hairspray high, but unfortunately I am too much of a minimalist when it comes to makeup and hair that I rarely actually apply any of my new found knowledge.  In Mexico, one set of girls curled their eyelashes with the back of a spoon…ingenious! (if only I curled my eyelashes).   The one trick I am consistently dumbfounded by is the technique of making extremely big and curly hair, then brushing it all out to make it smooth and sleek.  I don’t get it, but it always produces a great end result that I trust it as necessary in some way.

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Perhaps the cutest ring bearer I have see yet:
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The Mission at Santa Clara University.  Oh, the memories from my college days.
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Joan and Colin own a dog named Gus, seen below.  This is a first for us to have a dog at a wedding, but being the dog lover that I am having him around couldn’t have made me any happier. 

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Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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