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Confessions of a Wedding Planner

True Love

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What is it about falling in love that’s so intoxicating? That no matter how the last relationship ended we slowly heal; learn to be okay with ourselves; to be without someone. And in time, become so fearless we are bold enough to try again.  The heart-stopping push to want to believe in someone new. To be desired, loved, accepted as we are. Last night I caught the tail end of the romantic comedy “Love and Other Disasters”: Emily said to her housemate, Peter: “Maybe true love is a decision. You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. To give to somebody. Without worrying whether they’ll give anything back. Or if they’re gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. Maybe love isn’t something…

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Champagne anyone?

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One of the best perks of my job as a wedding planner is being invited to try something new: In this case, to be “one of the first in Bermuda to experience the champagne offered by Armand de Brignac, also known as “Ace of Spades”.  Initially, I was very skeptical – I am hard core and loyal to Billecart Salmon Rose, so it was going to take something quite remarkable to sway me to the other side. In preparation for the tasting, I read as much as I could find – In all honesty, I had never heard of the stuff. I looked up the website, read the blurb (and the hype) and reluctantly my interest was piqued: ~ In a blind taste test of…

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The tragic tale of Romeo et Juliette

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The Metropolitan Opera held a breathtaking French performance of ‘Romeo et Juliette’ on Saturday night. My friends, who had so very kindly invited me, had a box. I pinched myself with happiness as people with their own dress code took their seats and the orchestra warmed up; that wonderful sound of discordant notes that somehow work – if only to build anticipation of what’s to come. I sat up front and centre, transfixed by every movement and sound. The sputnik-style crystal chandeliers disappeared into the ceiling, dimming in their orbit. Lights glowed in the orchestra pit, which brimmed to the edge with musicians and instruments ready to play under the powerful direction of Placido Domingo. Fluorescent dots slowly disappeared from sight as people’s mobile devices…

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The Wine Wars

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Bolero Brasserie is absolutely one of my favourite restaurants. It’s perfect for an intimate dinner with a man who wants to whisper nothing but sweet nothings into your ear or a group of girl friends for gossip, giggles and everything in between.  La Chaine des Rotisseurs, an organization to which I belong, had arranged a dinner on Saturday night which involved a blind taste test competition.  10 different wines? Bolero? Count me in! The timing could not have been better as my hair appointment had been booked long before the dinner was planned. (If you’re ever in need of your tresses to be expertly cared for go to Strands and ask for Jette.)  I enter the salon with my dead straight, dragged-through-a-hedge backwards, lack-luster hair and I…

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