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I’m Louise. Blogger. Wife. Designer of TruLu Couture Veils + Accessories.  If you’d like to know more, check out my bio.

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Black Friday at TruLu Couture!

I think I’m gonna have myself a Black Friday sale. I think it’s time. I’m kinda sick at looking at some of my merchandise. It’s time for it to go and go at good prices. Probably at cost.

What do you think about that?

I think it will make room both in my studio, which is still in a state of total disorganization, and make room in my mind for creativity to flow. You feel me?

These are some of the things I want to sell, fo sho.

The Delilah Capelet          Beaded Wedding Headband, The Shirley Headband

Velvet Wedding Fascinator, The Beatrice Fascinator

Flower Wedding Sash, The Adelaide Sash

Bridal Pouf - The Peony Pouf      The Penelope Bandeau Birdcage Veil

Or maybe I should auction them off one by one here?

Nah. Lame idea.

Let me know what you think. Check out some of the prices at TruLu Couture and let me know what pieces you want to see on sale the most!

Maybe someone might win something! I  mean it’s been like, forever since I’ve done a giveaway.



Let’s catch up, OK?

I’m back from China.

And I even have a teeny bit of wedding stuff. Check it…

I went out to dinner one night in Hong Kong and I walked through the wedding district and found a gown that only the very cruelest of brides would make their ladies wear. But then again, everything is fair game in The Orient.

Sequined patchwork chiffon anyone?

Stone encrusted…something. Not even sure what to call this except “wrong.”

Bowtiful Bridal Barbie

Later that night we visited OZONE, the highest bar in the world. It’s located on the 118th floor of the Ritz-Carlton in Hong Kong. Talk about fancy-pants. Holy-mother-effing rich bitches, people! My miniscule champagne cocktail cost HK$298, the equivalent of about US$42. It’s all about the views, apparently.

OH! And right outside the Most Elitist Bar on Earth? The Most Giantist Diamond on Earth. Check THIS out:


That’s right. You are reading that correctly. Pick your jaws up off your keyboards.

So, before I left to go overseas for two weeks, I thought I’d FINALLY get one of those expensive shellac style manicures to last me the duration. Be warned ladies, they don’t always “take.” Mine lasted less than 24 hours.

I’m still contemplating going back to the shithole that performed this monstrosity and demanding my money back. Doubtful it will do any good, even with pictures as proof, but whatever.

So when I got to Hong Kong, I was a hot mess - physically. I had God-awful cramps, my lower back was thrashed from the 28 hours it took me to get there. I also had a wicked pinched nerve starting from my lower right shoulder, traveling up under my right ear. I was considering a massage, but my boss said, “No! Let’s go get fire cupped!”

Not familiar with fire cupping? Here’s a great description of the process. Basically, it’s a Chinese homeopathic treatment, similar in style to acupuncture. I’d always wanted to try it, so figured, “Why the hell not!” I could barely walk to the place, I was in such pain. I laid down on the table and some little Chinese lady started working my back like nobody’s business. She massaged my aching muscles with her teeny tiny little fingers, and I swear she she could pin-point each little aching nerve. After about 25 minutes, I heard another lady come in with a bucket full of glass. I knew it was The Cupping Lady. I could hear her lighting the alcohol soaked cotton and the “whoosh” of the ignition into the glass cup. She started with just one, creating a suction on my back and running it along my shoulders, and down the sides of my spine. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. It hurt, but felt incredibly good at the same time. A painful release, perhaps? My boss had just finished up her treatment and walked in to see how I was doing. She snapped a few photos for me.



Yes, that’s my skin bubbled up in there. The heat in the cups sucks the the skin and blood up into the cups. The suction is insane. I could seriously feel some sort of pull all the way inside my chest. It was amazeballs. And a little scary.

After about 15 or 20 minutes, they come and slide a finger around the edge of each cup and magically, it just pops off! Cray-zee. Much like a long-ass-deep-tissue massage, I was totally woozy afterwards. They gave us hot water to drink and told us to drink lots of water that night. I ambled back to the hotel, somewhat disoriented in my new-found physical bliss. I felt amazing. The pinch in my shoulder? Gone. Cramps? What cramps? My lower back was a non-issue. The aftermath was a little gruesome though.

Bruises. Big, nasty, deep bruises. The cupping lady indicated to me that the worse the bruise, the more “toxins” in that area. Note that GIANT bruise on my right shoulder where I had my pinched nerve. Makes sense, right? Even if it was all bullshit, I wasn’t in any pain and that was fine by me.

I celebrated soon after with one of my favorite Chinese dishes, Chairman Mao’s Pork. Super yum and of course, totally low-cal! Smile


Other than those mini-outings, I had very little time for shenanigans. The new company I work for has shorter trips, but no days off while I’m there. Yes, a bit of a bummer, but I get home quicker and after being home (and by “home” I mean “unemployed”) with The Candyman for such a long stretch? Oh, I missed him horribly on this trip!

So there’s a quick update for you. The house is still work in progress. There is one box left to be unpacked and it’s in the studio, which is a disaster area. It’s the project for next weekend, for sure. I did buy some super-cute beaded collars from a fabric shop in mainland China. I’ll write about those when I can uncover them from the pile o’ lace that is my studio.

Have you missed me? Even a little bit?

Just lie and tell me you did.


Travel Size

So I’m leaving for China on Wednesday. I’m so excited, yet dreading it too. I' haven’t been overseas in soooooooooooo long. I have missed it, but going back won’t be the same. I won’t be traveling solo like I used to. I’ll be traveling and working with a whole gaggle of people. I fear the “too many cooks” syndrome. I fear the unknown of working and traveling overseas with people I don’t know very well. Granted, you create an interesting bond with folks as you go overseas with, but I now work for a much larger, much more conservative company than I used to work for.

And hey, I can be kind of childish.

The two might not mix.

BUT, I am seeing two old suppliers-now-friends and I couldn’t be more excited. One of my supplier-friends is from India and will just happen to be in Hong Kong the same time I am! Can’t WAIT to see him. I’ve mentioned him before. He was the guy who made my beautiful wedding reception chargers and never cashed the check I paid him to make them. Remember these?

I taught the same man how to eat sushi and drink hot sake. We always have fun together and I’m SO looking forward to it.

There are other things I’m excited about. I hope to find time for some shopping. There are so many interesting things to buy there, but I don’t know how much time I’ll have. I can’t wait to have REAL Chinese food. Not the crap they serve here and call it so.

I still have to pack. I’m dreading it. I put together outfits for every day and write them down so that in the morning when I’m jet-lagged, late or hung over I don’t have to think about what I’m wearing. However, the process of doing that takes me FOREVER. One thing for certain, I’m packing some necessary travel sized accoutrements. Please note:


I am taking what I learned from Lyn at the last wedding I attended. I am packing emergency wine. I have NO EARTHY IDEA why I never thought of this before. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve come to a hotel room with NO DESIRE to do anything but have a glass on wine and drop dead onto an extremely too-hard mattress. Now, I just might have that opportunity.  I am bringing more wine than hair spray. Go figure.

The sucky part of all this? I leave on Wednesday. My third anniversary with The Candyman is on Thursday. So we ‘celebrated’ this weekend. We bought ourselves a ceiling fan and an area rug (it’s a shag!).

HAPPY ANNIVERSAY! Such romantic gifts, no?

But honestly, we went to our little hole-in-the-wall restaurant for dinner on Saturday and tonight, I roasted The Candyman a  chicken – his favorite meal. Roasted chicken makes everything feel like home. Plus, he’ll have some left-overs since The Candyman’s cooking abilities are based off of not starving to death versus taste.

I want to take my ‘real’ camera this time. I want to take random photos all over Hong Kong. I fear it will simply be a burden though – to haul around when I won’t have lots of time to take photos. Shall I take the risk and lug it or wait until I go back in January after I’ve assessed how traveling with this company shall be?

I think I just answered my own question.

I still have so much I want to write about. More home improvement bullshit. I have a question for the masses regarding a built-in in our den. We took what I think is our last swim of the season on Saturday (mother-fucker BRRRRR!). Oh, and I’m having a fashion-identity-crisis.

Like I said, I’m SO BEHIND in every single thing that I do. Anyone else totally buried?


How Many Posts Can One Blogger Not Post?





I guess it depends on how many I’ve written in my head versus how many have made it from that location to this one.

I have so much to whine about I have no idea where to start.

I’m overworked and underpaid. Way.

I’m paying the bills for not one, but two (TWO!) houses. My car needed a massive repair and the magical taxes that we didn’t owe are now taxes we so totally owe. 

The house is a love-hate thing right now.

All of our stuff is here now, but I have no idea what to do with it. We have too much furniture and then not enough. Know what I mean?

The first thing we needed to do was to curb the foliage. In the process of getting the floors done, the wallpaper pulled, the walls painted and the granite installed, the yard got a little out of control. A little wild, shall we say.

I’d like to say that me and The Candyman are responsible for the following yard transformation. We are not, physically. Fiscally? Yes. Since the below, I’ve additionally had to whack the fuck out of big, fat holly bushes and I’ve pruned other bushes into freakin’ TREES. It’s insane.  And that CRAZY ASS jasmine that’s all over the pergola has been tamed down even further.
















Insanity, right? We had a weekend where my folks came up to help us with house shit and my mom and I walked the house and identified plants. We have a shit-ton of azaleas, that’s for sure.

We haven’t hung one picture. Not one. Because we need to place furniture before we do that. And we need a lot of furniture. Sort of. It’s all quite confusing right now. I’ve never been so out of sorts when it comes to setting up house. Perhaps because I feel like this is THE house. Like we’ll be here for a while, so I want to get it right?

And of course, I can’t make a fucking decision on one goddamn thing. I’m annoying myself to no end. 

Other projects are in-progress. This bedframe used to look like this: all rustic bronze and shit. I’m SO OVER this damn finish.


So I wanted to make it look more like wrought iron. So I sprayed-painted it so. I also did a lamp.


These are for the guest room. I need bedding and I am SHAMEFULLY considering a quilt from Anthropologie. Those of you who know T30SB might remember my soap-box post regarding Anthropologie. But it’s super cute. And I’m waning in my attempt at finding a suitable substitute.


What I should do is check out Etsy, the converse to Anthro. Let’s see.


Rag Quilt by Southern Quilt Charm.

I seriously have no time to shop. That statement in and of itself is WRONG on so many levels. But, I’m heading overseas in two weeks and I am wondering if I’ll have time to do some shopping there. We shall see. Whole new company, whole new job, whole new set of rules. We shall see.

I hope to have something meaningful to say soon, but I don’t. I mean. I’ve got a ton of shit going on in my head and writing it down these days seems to play mercy to the repetitive loop of it droning on in my head.


Tips for Moving Newlyweds

You know how you’ve registered for all the Crate & Barrel Staccato china and stemless wine glasses? You know how they come to you in all that weird, accordion-style paper? Keep that paper.


And the individual bubble sleeves that your plates come in? Keep that too. All of it. I did. The Candyman thought I was bonkers. Guess who eating the words “looney tunes” now?

So keep all that bubble wrap. Shove it in some big 40 gallon trash bags and shove it in the attic. Or the basement. Or wherever you can find a space. Just keep it because when you move (and if you’re young, you WILL move) you will love me forever. You will come back to this blog and say, “Louise, you were so right!”

And I will nod knowingly.

Seriously? Keep the shit.

That being said, we are officially in the new house. We are not technically out of the old house yet. There are pieces of furniture that were put together in the house that now cannot make it out of the house without being dismantled and that just hasn’t happened yet. Next weekend.

But fuck all the house stuff. There’s plenty of time for all that. Because guess what? The house stuff is never ever going to end. Good thing we have a lifetime together. That is if we don’t kill each other over what to do with the fourth bedroom. Or what’s going to happen with the area next to the pool pump.

The coolest most important thing EVER? Me and The Candyman? You know we live in Charlotte, right? You know what’s going on here this week, right? My kick-ass husband, through his firm, got us tickets to the to the DEMOCRATIC NATIONAL CONVENTION, BITCHES!!!

Whether Democratic or Republican, you have to admit it’s an opportunity of a lifetime. Right? We’re so excited. I am so excited. I can’t wait to hear our President speak. I can’t wait to hear CLINTON speak. And Pelosi. And The FOO FIGHTERS are playing and so is MARY J. BLIGE. At Panthers Stadium! The DNC ROCKS!

Now, the biggest question: What does one WEAR to a Democratic National Convention that is being held outside, all day, in The South with the ever possibility of rain? I mean, it’s the fucking DNC! How can I even think of wearing my comfy shoes when all the cool kids will be backstage? Cool kids like Michelle Obama. A tall lady, like me.

What does one wear with zero time to shop and zero budget – as the clothing budget all been spent up on the aforementioned home?


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