Bittersweet

SO.

I almost had a heart attack when about 15 minutes ago my flowered jacket from Bhldn.com was delivered to my office.

I got right down to business opening it. You have no idea the willpower it took to photo document each step... ie: slow my process down. Must. Get. To. Jacket.

Then. It happened.

As I was pulling that luscious, gorgeous lover of mine from the garment bag a note fell out. Assuming it was just my receipt I ALMOST ignored it. Then my sad heart or my radar whatever you want to call it zoomed in on the one word no one is allowed to say to me ever... BRIDE.

This was the note in enclosed with my purchase.

I'd be delighted to be a part of my wedding too Bhldn. Unfortunately, I make crazy purchases like your flower jacket, and think I look amazing and no men want to marry me. So, thanks for the free stab to the heart along with my purchase. Jerks.

Now, I know bhldn.com is a wedding version of Anthropologie but did I buy a wedding dress? Or a wedding cake topper? NO! This note physically pains me Bhldn. Don't you know talking to girls who are nowhere near getting married is like asking a chubby person if they are pregnant??????????????

You ALMOST ruined my flower jacket damn you.

Almost. Well, because look how amazing it is in real life. I CANNOT wait to wear this bad boy.

Don't mind me. Just casually hanging here in Bronwyn's office waiting for my debut.