My Best Friends Wedding

I have this friend. She’s practically a walking Barbie Doll, platinum blonde and her favorite color is glitter. Our whole lives we have basically done everything together. Shared jobs, clothes, tears and countless memories. She is every bit indicative of my adolescence. She remembers things I wish she didn’t (like that awful hairstyle I had for years), she never fails to say the perfect thing to me when I’m feeling down, she is always a great time.

Naturally, doing everything together since we were practically babies, it would make sense to get married together (ie: Bride Wars without the actual war). I remember picking out our engagement rings together, talking about color schemes before we even had any bling. When I got engaged I knew she would follow days or weeks later. I could barely contain my excitement when she called and told me that her beau finally popped the question.

And on our planning marathon went. We both had 18 month engagements, we swapped online vendors and Pintrest boards, gushed about the new registry item we just added. We both dreamed of our fairy tale moments side by side, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

So now that my big day has come and gone (and was the most magical day I could have ever dreamed of) I can now solely focus on the wedding fever plaguing my best friend. We live thousands of miles apart and this week that we have spent together has been needed and appreciated. I was there with her for her bachelorette, we both helped each other out of our Mexicoma’s, and together with our third Mustateer threw her the most darling tea party bridal shower.

But to be totally honest, I am a little sad. I don’t know if my friends felt this way on my wedding but I feel like I am saying goodbye, and goodbye’s really really stink. It feels like the end of an era. I feel so grown up and want to catapult myself back to junior year of high school (who EVER says that!?). I feel my life is a walking Vitamin-C song. I feel like we are packing up and leaving for college all over again. The distance seems too real. And I’m not all that surprised with these emotions of mine. I know some of our other lifelong friends feel that same little lump in their throats every time we hear her say her new last name. It’s all so bittersweet. However I guess I am grateful for feelings like this. Because I know I feel this way because I care for my best friend so much. Her happiness is sometimes paramount to my own. Her sadness is my sadness. Her tears are my tears, her celebrations are mine too.

In just two short days I will stand beside Lauren as she marries her best friend. I can guarantee there will be tears, lots of them. But I can also guarantee that it will be one of the best days ever. My heart is exploding with excitement for her, for all the love and gratitude coming her way. My dress is steamed and my dancing shoes are awaiting their big performance. My nails are prepped to be pained and my spray tan is scheduled. And as I check all these items off my list I am reminded of how completely lucky I am to have a friend like this. A friend who knows me better than I know myself sometimes, a friend who truly gets me and makes me want to be a better human and friend. And though she will always be LoJo to me I could not be happier for her as she starts her forever.

So to you Ryan and Lauren, I love you both immensely, cheers to your happily ever after.

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Celebrity Wedding Wednesday

Over the weekend I attended two weddings and both were absolutely splendid. The food was excellent, the decor was romantic and love was certainly in the air. While I was cutting a rug at the Yacht club over the pond an American household name tied the knot to her beau.

Nicky Hilton and James’ Rothschild tied the knot this weekend and I have been trolling Instagram ever since. I am not necessarily a follow of Nicky or her wild sister but I will say that I am enthralled with all of the photos from the affair.  Am I the only one who had to pick their jaw up off the floor after catching a glimpse of Nicky Hilton’s wedding dress? I was just captivated by it’s dramatic beauty; the elegant lace, high neck and cathedral train. I must say this wasn’t what I was expecting from her but nevertheless I thought she looked radiant.

The most beautiful bride I've ever seen 👰🏼 #Breathtaking in @MaisonValentino.

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I am also head over heels, pun intended, with her custom Louboutin’s. I have never seen anything like this before but just love them. How cool would it be to have Mr. Louboutin create something so special and unique for you on your big day!?


Love these custom-made @LouboutinWorld heels. The perfect wedding shoes. 👠 #Loubs #MrsRothschild

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The famed Hilton wedding lived up to all the glamour that I expected. Here are a few more of my favorites from Nicky and James’ big day


Congratulations to Mr. & Mrs. Rothschild 🍷

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#MaidOfHonor & #BrideToBe getting ready for the big day. 💕 #MrsRothschild

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A Sweetheart Honeymoon

What’s the best way to describe my first week of sunshine as Mrs. Peterman? I suppose I could refer to a scene from Bridesmaids most of us know too well. It’s that moment in the film when a completely over the top couple smooch (nose to nose) while sharing their newlywed story with Annie, a single bridesmaid.

“We went on a sweetheart honeymoon!”

Even though Disneyworld was not our destination, the One & Only Ocean Club in Nassau, Bahamas was equally picturesque. Imagine rose petals on the bed, in the bathtub and an in ice bucket filled with overflowing champagne. The kissing swans made of towels even matched the ice sculptures at our wedding venue.


Swans with shrimp in New Jersey and petals in the Bahamas.

I know, I know, it’s all too much! But, I can’t stop, just yet.

Aside from the tangible reminders of having just married, my favorite part of the honeymoon was losing track of time. Don’t be fooled- it takes a few days of hard work for the bride and groom to unwind and successfully disconnect. For the first day or two, I caught myself checking social media and responding to an inbox full of wedding wishes. I suggest locking technology in the safe along with wedding bands. Phones and diamonds do not belong on the beach.

Waking up to the sun, collision of calm waves and the taste of fresh fruit with warm croissants is true honeymoon living. When I finally let go of the noise from back home, I was able to experience the luxury of being alone on a gorgeous island with my best friend.

Eat too much.

I remember our incredibly rich appetites while on the honeymoon. Everything within reach was simply a delight to eat. One night we went to an authentic barbeque on the deck of the hotel, overlooking the ocean. Buffets are best for honeymooners. The excessive menu included local dishes such as fresh conch, rice and peas, sweet lobster, savory clam chowder and every kind of bread. Have you ever tried a pretzel bun? It’s pictured below on JB’s packed plate.

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Hungry yet? On our third plate I remember looking at my husband and wondering if we would find the room and courage to tackle the desert display. Not only did we conquer the cotton candy, but we also managed to sneak a piece of key lime pie back to the room, guilt-free.

Seek adventure.


Although our resort was definitely calm and quiet, we managed to make our own scene. We avoided the crowded casino over at the Atlantis and instead marched to our own beat. We parked our toes in the sand and watched the sunset from the beach almost every night. It was entertaining to pretend we were extras from one of the famous James Bond movies, Casino Royale, which happened to be filmed at our resort!

Spa just because.

Although it’s nice to clean pores, does anybody really need an “ice goddess facial?” How about the sunglow ritual? Avoid asking too many questions about the spa menu. I left the Bahamas with a perfectly, semi-fake, sun kissed glow. My sparkle started at the wedding and was definitely enhanced by Elemis products from the honeymoon spa.

Take my advice: even if the bride chooses a different treatment from the groom, insist on being pampered in the same room! It’s entertaining to look over and see your husband with cucumbers on his eyes. Of course, that’s one picture I just can’t share.


Instead, I’ll share the love!

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June 20th, 2015


June 20th, 2015 was enchanting, slightly rainy, blurry and completely unforgettable. Naturally, I didn’t sleep the night before. Shuteye was nearly impossible; every attempt to slumber was disrupted by my restless imagination.

People say the wedding day passes at lightning speed. One moment the bride steps into the dress, while the next she’s waiting patiently for a bustle and touching up for the reception. Before too long she extends goodnight gestures with slightly torn tool and neglected blisters. As a recent Posh Petal and Pearls bride-to-be turned wife, I want to share a few unexpected suggestions for those who may soon fill my sparkly shoes.

Take a morning moment.

One of my best friends, a wife of three years, shared the same piece of advice every time we talked wedding. On the morning of my day, she encouraged me to sneak to a nearby window, alone, to gaze outside. I should take a moment to reflect as a sort of calm before the storm.

Quite literally, I starred at the dark clouds. At first, I prayed for sun and minimal humidity. After a few moments, I sighed at the sky and realized that the weather was insignificant. Thank you Jamie for insisting on a moment of tranquility and thank you Grandma Gladys for constantly reminding me that rain on a wedding day is lucky.

Prepare to be pampered.

Although challenging, a bride should do as little as possible on her day. As soon as I stepped into my bridal suite, my shoes, jewelry and dress were escorted to safety (for fear of red wine). I received my bridal robe and imaginary tiara. My pedestal for the day was the glamorous makeup chair.


Some of my favorite moments from June 20th took place in the pink suite of the Pleasantdale Chateau with team bride. The laughter, squeals and pictures distracted my nervous jitters

The magnificent team bride.


Book a dresser, right now.

At my last fitting I remember looking at my mother and asking, “Will you be able to bustle this complicated flowery dress?” Apparently, that’s the job of a dresser.

Every bride and her entourage need Edna.

What does a dresser do, one might ask? Edna is a one-woman team. She’s the fashion police, tailor and magician. She comes equipped with the most unexpected bells and whistles. Who knew my shoulders would need protective padding to ease the burden of my intricate straps? Tea tree spray was applied to my feet before putting on my heels to create a numbing sensation. My veil was steamed (more than once). Occasionally Edna wandered over to the groom’s wing to assist with tux ironing, bow ties and pocket square symmetry. When it was finally show time, all four groomsmen needed fashion help as much as they needed direction. The only chaotic moments of the day happened when Edna temporarily ditched the bridal party for the boys.

Let the Petals fall.

Although meaningful, flower arrangements rarely last. When I receive a beautiful vase of flowers from my groom I hold onto each petal for one too many days, overwatering and eventually destroying my own gift. Thankfully, our wedding flowers were put together on-site without the help of the bride.

Thank you Jerry Rose for creating art with each petal. I loved how my bridal bouquet dripped flowers. The border of white petals on each side of the aisle was a soft, romantic touch.

At the end of the evening when guests sneak out the door leaving trails of petals behind them, the florist has clearly done something right.

Standing underneath my dream Chuppah.


Pretend it’s just two.

Although June 20th is still a big, blissful blur, I do remember one moment with precise detail. I was seconds away from walking down the aisle when I looked up into the eyes of my dad. Since I started as I star in his eye, my dad knew exactly what I needed; as the doors opened to the ceremony he held my arm tightly and said, “Don’t worry, I’m not letting you go.” Although, moments later he would “give me away,” my father was right beside me, our arms intertwined, lifting me down the aisle.

Brides- let your father, mother or special guardian guide you until the aisle is no longer. At that point, take the hand of your groom and zoom in on just you two.

Dance and then Dance.

Maximize time on the dance floor! If a bride hears her favorite song, she should excuse herself from the obligatory family photo. As much as I love to move, shake and join the happy Hora at weddings, I regretfully missed a few beats from my own evening. Don’t let the band act as background noise.


Typically I end my pieces with words of bridal wisdom. However, for this post, I have decided to conclude with select, sweet images from the evening, courtesy of the talented Teri Slotkin:



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America the Beautiful

There is something about the 4th of July that just gets me every single year. Now, while I will proudly admit that it is by far my most favorite day I have a harder time broadcasting how deeply this celebration touches my soul. As the wife of a veteran, I need no excuse to celebrate America and when the 4th rolls around every year I break out my best red, white and blue and bask in all my patriotic glory.

This 4th is special for many reasons. It is my husband’s first year out of the service, so it will be an emotional day for both of us. We are so humbly grateful for his safety and pray night and day for those who still fight, tirelessly, for our freedom. It is also special because I get to be part of someones else’s special day; we will celebrate the new bride and groom under the fireworks that The Holy City boasts and send them off on a romantic sailboat getaway.

As I prepare to wish America the happiest of birthday’s (239 looks good on you!) I am eagerly breaking out my favorite and most patriotic apparel. Each year as my collection grows I have a harder time deciding what I will wear for the big firework display. I usually choose to extend the holiday and don my red, white and blue all weekend long. Here is a look at some of my favorites this year:



Are you attending a holiday wedding or celebration, or even throwing one yourself? Incorporate America’s colors into your tablescapes and appetizers. Red, white and blue desserts are rampantly taking over Pintrest and magazines. Find an easy recipe or talk to your caterer and see what they can work in. Create mood lighting with tealights and globe lanterns, add plush pillows to a porch swing and set out blankets for guests to cozy up in. Oh, and don’t forget to stock up on sparklers!

Whatever your holiday plans may entail I hope they are celebratory and safe! I thank the brave men and women who fight each and every day to keep me and my family protected. I sure do love you America, happy birthday!



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Choosing a Wedding Band: Bride Edition

To do lists. To do lists are my absolute favorite thing in the whole entire world. There is something about the smell of the new sticky note pad I often use to make these lists. When I check off an item I feel a rush of accomplishment. I feel productive and confident. My own to do list while planning my own recent wedding constantly grew larger day by day. I followed the timelines of so many different wedding bibles I loved.  I made sure I had checked off every big box and when I did I felt totally in control. As the months wore down and my big day inched closer my to do list seemed to shrink and this I completely welcomed. It wasn’t until I was chatting with a close friend over coffee one day that I realized I had forgotten something. A BIG thing. A really super duper important thing.

I didn’t have a wedding band.

And oh boy did panic ensue. I immediately called my calm, cool, collected fiance and word vomited this huge oversight. I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth fast enough. We needed to get my wedding band immediately, like yesterday. I was out of town at the time and begged him to go down to the local jewelry store to look. While he indulged my panicky plea I still felt unaccomplished. My control freak self wanted to be there to pick out the perfect addition to my engagement ring. What if what he picked didn’t match? What if the diamonds were too big (yes, I feared that!)? What if the band took away from the beauty of my engagement ring? So naturally, when I got back in town a few days later I took us on a mission to find my wedding band.

Now I would love to say that this shopping trip was one of the highlights of the wedding planning process but, sadly, it was not. We went from store to store, each time a little more disappointed. Nothing quite fit. Nothing really matched my setting, or personality. They weren’t what I envisioned myself wearing for the rest of my life. By the time we left the fifth store I was completely defeated. My poor sweet fiance felt helpless as he knew I would not rest until we (I) found the one. I felt annoyed and annoying. Why was this such a big deal to me? I should just pick one and call it a day. We decided to take reprieve and go grab a diet coke. While we were driving out of the parking lot I suddenly shouted, “wait, let’s try over there!” A jewelry store we hadn’t tried yet? I thought we looked everywhere.

Walking into the store with a massive chip on my shoulder I immediately asked the saleswoman two questions: 1) how long do wedding bands take to size (mind you this shopping trip was only weeks before our big day) and 2) do they carry platinum bands in the store (both my fiance and I had a hard fast rule that we only wanted one metal for both of my rings). Her answers were music to my ears. With a smile growing across my face I looked up to my fiance with a new found sparkle in my eye and exclaimed, “let’s look!” I showed the saleswoman my engagement ring so that she could show us some wedding bands that would coordinate. As she pulled out the first band and I slipped it on my finger I instantly knew. I had finally (at the sixth store) found my wedding band.

As you make your journey to find your perfect band remember these little nuggets of wisdom:

  • Shop around. Now while I wouldn’t recommend hitting up six jewelry stores in one afternoon, getting to try on different styles is important. This is the ring you will wear for the rest of your forever. Get a feel for what you truly want and kindly tell your fiance your preferences.
  • Planning on wearing a family heirloom? Make sure to get it properly sized well before the big day.
  • Don’t forget about the groom! Shop around for styles for him as well and make sure you know his ring size. Will the groom not wear a ring? See if he would like another piece of jewelry or memento to remember your union by.
  • Store both rings in a safe place until the big day arrives. Slip them into your boudoir or a safe if you have one. Give both rings a little cleaning a few days before the ceremony so both are in tip top condition.
  • Once the big day arrives place both rings in the safe keeping of a trusted friend, relative or member of the bridal party.

Here are a few bands that I love for all different types of brides


As we wrapped up our purchase at the store I felt a rush of adrenaline knowing that we were one step (one big step) closer to officially being married. It donned on me that I wasn’t being picky, I wasn’t being unruly or over demanding. I simply wanted the ring that I would wear, the symbol that legally and spiritually tied me to my husband, to be mine. When I finally found my ring I knew that it was not only an expression of the woman I am but also of the marriage we were going to build. It was the reminder of the covenant we were about to enter into. And that, I took very seriously.

With love and wedding bands,



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