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Buongiorno principessa!

This week I will be exploring this beautiful little town with my mom (illustrated above in this wedding invitation design). We will be in Recco, Italy to celebrate the wedding of a wonderful friend, Chiara to her soon-to-be wonderful new husband, Marco.

Recco is an important part of Chiara’s family history. I’ve been hearing about how beautiful it is all my life, as each summer her family return from their annual trip to tell us all about it. I’ve been waiting for decades to see this special place and can’t wait to finally be there and see if my illustration does this amazing view justice.

Life is good, isn’t it? But, you know what might not be so good? My ability to keep up with email correspondence this week. Hang in there everyone, I’ll try to get to all of you as soon as I am back next week!

Life starts all over again

Crisp fall days are just around the corner and  sept calendar girl is ready and waiting to start this fresh new month, happy September!

Model Week

New York Fashion Week is quickly approaching, and the models are everywhere!

The building my studio is located in suddenly becomes a mothership of fashion castings the week before NYFW and tall, emaciated, mysteriously eastern-european women flock toward it in droves.

Today, as I stalked up 9 flights of stairs, dripping umbrella in one hand, juggling cell phone, wallet and keys in the other, clad in my ever-alluring jcrew flats and humidity-rage infused hair, I came upon an occupation of models on the staircase between the 6th and 7th floors.

If you’ve ever walked up 9 flights of stairs, you know that by the 6th floor, you are both hitting your rhythm and also about to die. This is not the moment for a sudden unexpected halt to plead with a gaggle of amazonian women who are luxuriating in your path to let you climb over them to get to your office.

So while I tried not to faint from the abrupt disruption to my staircase marathon and they tried to untangle their extralong legs from their Celine bags, we somehow negotiated a way for me to climb past them and make it to the 9th floor.

It was awkward and humbling for both me and the ladies. A true NYC moment. I think someone should point out that NYC moments aren’t always magical. Sometimes they’re just particular.

I thought this sketch was sort of model-y. It was a first cut, the first rough drawing I do before painting. Sometimes I like these better than the finished product.

Ashley’s Bridal Party

Here’s a bevy of bridesmaid beauties to start this Friday! W&L alumni, you may see some familiar faces here! What do you think, have I been a bridesmaid machine lately or what?

wedding dress shopping

disclaimer: this is most definitely not a sketch of my wedding dress so don’t get too excited!

So… I’ve been trying on wedding gowns since April, stalking wedding gown designers websites since I learned how to work the internet, and thinking about wedding gowns since my birth in 1986, so this is a very big announcement for me to make:

Yesterday, at approximately 11 am, August 16th, a sunny Friday afternoon in Flatiron, the quest finally ended in victory. I found my dress!

A day that shall live on forever in elation! I think I will mark this anniversary as heavily as my birthday or Christmas. It was a big deal.

My friends and family can attest to this – I change clothes at least 5 times every time I do anything. Getting dressed is a big decision every day of the year. My process involves multiple, quickly evolving wardrobe switches, usually ending just moments before I am finally dragged out the door to the event (that I am now late to).

So, it only was fitting that in order for me to find my wedding gown – arguably the most important sartorial decision of my life – I needed to try on roughly 400 times the number of outfits I try on for a regular event.

I sound awful, don’t I?

But it is the truth, finding a wedding dress was my personal quest for the holy grail. I must have tried on close to 100 dresses. I’m not kidding. It is kind of embarrassing. But like I said, I do not take getting dressed lightly.

But boy was it worth it! The moment that final dress zipped up and I saw my reflection and knew I was done, the universe shifted slightly on it’s axis, the grinch’s heart grew 5 more sizes and I’m fairly certain we got a step closer to world peace. A woman walked passed the bridal department and remarked that she’d never seen a bride jumping up and down in her wedding dress, in unison with her mother before. It’s a pity we don’t have a video of that…

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