Foxy 2.0

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Almost two years ago, I closed my bridal boutique and was walking around, bumping into things, completely bereft.

When Promise…for the savvy bride, opened in 2004, I threw away my resume. Put childhood goals carried in my pocket on a shelf, and naively assumed several years hence I’d still be presiding over my bridal fiefdom.

You know the old saying? Nothing’s permanent except death and taxes?

It’s all true.

Things began to unravel prior to the implosion heard ‘round the world; Bear-Sterns collapsing. I noticed we weren’t selling quite as many gowns for the middling price point Promise focused on. And then….it got terrifyingly, hair falling out, life support slow.

I could go on, but become indulgently verbose and maudlin while chewing on why’s and what-ifs. So, to avoid boring anyone reading into a Rip Van Winkle coma, I present to you a haiku:

Game over, oh eff

Felt like hot roadkill, twice dead

It was (not) awesome.

Which brings me back to this blog.

It began with drafting my shop’s last blog post while singlehandedly clearing our market’s shelves of Kleenex. My opus was a missive telling brides we were closed. That no-one would be left without wedding dresses, bridesmaids gowns etc. Indeed, all those items would be delivered directly from customer’s respective designers.

At the end, I was struck dumb with uncertainty, unable to leave bridal world. Promise had become such a big part of me, I was no longer sure who I was without it. So I redirected my shop’s site to this blog, and began.

Blogging with no business purpose at all felt like putting on old shoes I’d forgotten in a closet somewhere. I’ve always written. Escaping into fiction stories since childhood, journaling my way through high school, then studying Communication and Journalism in college. Though I remember nothing of those four years except beer. Also popovers from Judy’s in Amherst. ZooMass was good to me.

Over time, a new door creaked open. Peering around the corner, I took a tentative step outside.

Fast forward to now, and you know what? I’m kinda over weddings. There’s about 18 million glossy wedding blogs, and swooning is not my scene.

So in 2011, on Foxy I’ll be leaving weddings behind.

Officially.

Instead it’ll be randomness.

More of the same, really.

Minus the half hearted attempt to connect everything to weddings.

Which will be much more fun.

For me at least.

Perhaps not for you.

So feel free to stick around and pitch the odd tomato.

I'm (finally) moving on.
xo