So, I'm not the kind of girl who's planned out here whole wedding down to the caterer by the age of 4. Sometimes though, in the basest part of my brain, I sometimes worry that I'll have a Carrie Bradshaw moment. I will have met the man who has seen me flit around like a frazzled squirrel and still think I'm the cat's pajamas, and everything will be just great. Until... he picks out the most boring/tacky/godawful engagement ring. This is the point in this daydream where I run away to France, never to speak to this otherwise perfect man again.
But yeah. Anyways, here are some lovely engagement rings that would most definitely keep me here in the States.
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and lastly... this amaaaazing lace dress, circa 1940
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