SAVE THE DATE

I AM TERRIBLE at logistics. It’s a running joke among those who know me that I shouldn’t be let anywhere near a diary. Ever. I’ll either double-book you, forget, or show up on time at the wrong address. Let me caveat that my abysmal logistical brain is not something I am proud of. Neither is it a reflection on how much a commitment means to me. I often joke that if left to my own devices, I would show up at the wrong church for my own wedding.

So, to cut my losses I got engaged to a film producer. He proposed during ‘golden hour’, aka that brief period