Thursday, January 22, 2015


^^CLEARLY, I am the best Photoshopper of all time. And yes, that is my brother dressed as Gandolph, to which I thought would be fitting to portray what our wedding ceremony will look like (don't ask me why).^^


So I tried to write my wedding vows last night and basically started crying immediately and had to stop.

There's so much I want to say and yet have such a lack of words all at the same time, does that make sense? I just don't even know where to begin. I'm tempted to Google "How to write your marriage vows."

So, anyway, after about 10 minutes of trying to think of what to write and basically coming up empty handed, I stopped and turned on Friends instead. And GUESS WHAT? The episode (in season 7 to be exact) was the one where Monica and Chandler are TRYING TO WRITE THEIR WEDDING VOWS. I don't know why I'm writing in caps as if there is any significance to this (I'm sure you're giving a blank stare just as Verner gave me when I told him the same thing), but POINT IS: It appears that my lack of free-flowing wedding vows is not all that uncommon, yes?

These are the questions rolling around in my head:

1. How does one even begin to write their vows? Is there an outline I should follow?

2.What if I'm just ugly crying the entire time?

3. How do I ensure that Verner BREAKS DOWN LIKE A LITTLE BABY because he's just SO MOVED by my words? (oh wait, is that not supposed to be the goal?)

4. Do I have to memorize them? (Because something tells me I'll draw a blank if I try to do that.)

5. Is it just a speech of promises, or do I tell him things I love about him?

6. Does anyone else get nervous thinking about standing up in front of lots of people that are just STARING at you?

7. Can someone write them for me? #justkidding #sortof

All you married ladies, feel free to jump in now.

The Soon To Be Mrs. Dixon 
(in 5 months and 12 days)

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Friday, January 16, 2015

11 Days Later

Somehow 11 days have passed since I last blogged, and yet I feel like I just posted yesterday. Seems we're going to have ourselves another year that goes by in the blink of an eye, eh?

Good news: After much procrastination, The Dizzle and I finally sat ourselves down the other night and busted out some wedding details. We have officially booked our flights to Kauai (June 30-July 8!). We have officially booked the nights at the hotel (Grand Hyatt). And we have officially booked our rental car (Thanks HotWire). And after what seemed like a bazillion dollars spent, we also said, "Ah what the hell, YES we'd like to be greeted with two lei's upon arrival at the airport for $30, because it's our wedding week and why the eff not?" So lei'd we will be.

It's crazy to think we have just 5 1/2 months to go. The other morning, when we woke up, The Dizzle grabbed my phone and pulled up our engagement video for us to watch (yes, we still watch that bad boy every now and then). But man, was that really 6 1/2 months ago?

I'm trying not to stress out about anything (keyword: trying), and it's not like there's much TO stress about. I kind of went planning crazy from basically day one and got a lot done. But I will say that when you have a destination wedding, particularly in an insanely expensive place like Kauai, there does come a little bit of.... guilt? When we decided on Kauai (again, like week 2 of being engaged), I guess we just didn't realize quite how much it would all come out to be. And well, now we're in it and this is happening and......I guess I feel a little bad just how much people are spending to be there. Is that normal?

Anyway, I told V Dizz last night that I think I'm going to be the type that just never really LOVES wedding planning. I hear of those women that say they loved every moment of it, but I just don't see HOW. Maybe it's a myth. Like those women who say they LOVE pregnancy. Or LOVE being a stay at home mom to 6 children. Or unicorns.

It's just a whole lot of details and money that no matter how much you try to cut down on costs, it still comes out to a bazillion dollars. A BAZILLION, I say! WHY???? Because they can. "They" being all of the little evil wedding planning people.

Do I sound bitter?

Know that I ALSO said to Verner last night that I'm hesitant to even complain out loud because COME ON. If this isn't a #firstworldproblem I don't know what is. There are by FAR way more things that deserve concern than planning a wedding in KAUAI. Like boo hoo, Michelle, you're getting married on a beautiful island. Stop your bitching, bitch. I get it, I get it.

I will do my best to keep the complaining to a minimum.

I am so so so thankful that this is even happening at all. Really, I am. And I will do my best to enjoy the process. I will also do my best to make sure this man of mine feels appreciated. Because after walking in on him, unprompted, putting together our wedding invitations, it really makes you take a step back, take a deep breath, and not feel so alone and overwhelmed in this. I love you man.

Happy Friday, friends. Thanks for listening to me vent. I heart you too.

See you on the flip side.


Monday, January 5, 2015


Today is a bittersweet day for me as it is my very last day working at the lovely Heritage Row boutique.

It's been a full year already since I got hired. And it's a year that I will always hold dearly. Not necessarily because of the boutique experience (which was great, too), but because I got some lifetime friendships out of it. But now has come the time to close this chapter of my life as I go and embark on an exciting new one.

Remember when I did that thing everyone hates by posting this picture on Instagram with a very vague caption? Something like, "Exciting day, friends!! No matter the outcome, it's about pushing yourself (even if it's a little scary) to go after your dreams. #wishmeluck #fingerscrossed".

(Yeah, I hate when people do that, too.)

Well. Now I can finally do a follow-up to that vagueness and share with you this exciting new chapter!

As you know, I've been a part-time stylist for Stitch Fix since last April. What you probably don't know is that if it weren't for Jenny (Owner @ Heritage Row), I never would have even known about the company and been encouraged to apply! And if it weren't for getting let go at Virgin America a year ago, I never would have thought to apply at a boutique. And if it weren't for.... well, I could go on. (But you see what I mean that life just has a way of following the dots and unfolding new adventures for you in a way that only in hindsight does it really make sense?) 

Anywaaaayyyy, for the last 8 months or so, I've been styling my little heart out and loving every moment of it. But I knew I wanted more. More responsibility, more growth, something full time...

Just recently, I got the opportunity to apply for a Lead Stylist position. Which, trust me when I say, is right up my alley. It's a management position where I would get to have my own team of 30+ stylists to coach and train and help them be the best stylists they can be (All while still working from home!!!)! I can't tell you how excited I was to apply (and terrified that I didn't have even a slight chance of getting it).

It started with a phone interview. Nailed it.
The next round was an in-person interview downtown (that's from the picture above). The interview lasted almost an hour. But like, that really good kind of hour that was filled with easy conversation and laughs. I definitely walked out of there feeling pretty confident.
But then, come to find out, there was ANOTHER round of interviewing with the VP of Styling!

....And that's when the nerves hit full throttle.

I remember feeling like I had just drank a gallon of coffee. I was talking super fast, I'm sure my eyes were opened really wide in a very creepy way, I was moving my hands a lot, I was saying how excited I was (which, I was, but come on Michelle, calm the eff down), and well, in my mind, I was like, annnnndddd that's how NOT to interview.

I left feeling just as nervous with not so much confidence. BUT - I was proud of myself for getting that far anyway and for going after something challenging! I told myself that if I didn't get the job, then it just wasn't the right time and there would be another opportunity down the road.

Speaking of road.

It was two days before Christmas, Verner and I were driving down to San Diego, when I got the call. And after being offered the position, I very PROFESSIONALLY responded with, "YAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Yep. Keepin' it classy over here.

So that brings us back to today, my last day at the boutique, so that I can focus full-time on this new adventure. I'm so grateful for my time here and I'm so grateful for this new opportunity. 

It's always so amazing to me just how much can change in a year, you know? I love seeing this life unfold. It might sound very optimistic or even naive of me to say that things always have a way of working out. But trust me, I've had hardships in life just like the next person where I've questioned why and wondered what the point was and what could I possibly learn from it, blah blah blah...but like I said, it's those hardships that you DO learn from and that you get to grow from and can then appreciate the greater things that do and will come. Does that make sense? I feel like I'm rambling. Point is: Trust the "system." We're all doing the best we can and we're all trying to make the most of this life.

Dear Jenny & The Heritage Row Gals: Thanks for bringing me into your family this past year. It's been a lot of fun and I'm so thankful to have you in my life. 

But more importantly, I'm thankful for the hundreds of opportunities I had to partake in my ever-important selfie taking.

Love you all!


Friday, January 2, 2015

Sniffle Sniffle Photo Dump and Bingo Madness

Happy New Year, ya'll.

If you're anything like me (and 95% of everyone else I know), then you're probably sniffling with a little cough, too. We've been plagued, friends. And it's quite unfortunate, because I have been proudly sniffle-free for about two years now. But hey, what're gonna do? Sometimes your body just can't handle drinking and eating crap food for 14 straight days in a row while being surrounded by several little sick minions (aka nieces and nephews that are all sniffling and coughing as well).

And so here I am. Laying in bed with a giant water bottle to my left, hot socks at my feet, and a Friends Marathon (c/o Netflix) to my right. I really can't complain. It feels real good to be home (even if it looks like a bomb exploded in here. But laundry can wait. Friends Marathon cannot.).


As we were driving home yesterday, The Dizzle asked me what my favorite part of our vacay was, and I gotta say, ignoring the parts where kids were screaming and crying and driving me absolutely cray, there were many favorites.

There was Christmas Eve at the Trampoline Park with the kids... Which was only slightly awkward being the only adults there jumping around. And only slightly more awkward when I accidentally toppled over two stranger children as I ferociously bounced from square to square. #sorrykids #getouttamyway

There was Christmas Eve night where my mom, brothers, The Dizz, and I all stayed up way late playing Cards Against Humanity. The laughter and inappropriateness was abundant.

I took a few long walks with my mom, which is always therapeutic for the soul, you know?

We saw Unbroken. (so good. so so so good.)

We went and visited one of my favorite people on this planet, Miss Vicky, along with her sweet hubs and kiddos. I always feel refreshed after seeing her. She's just.... my people. KnowwhatImean?

The day after Christmas, we went to my Dad's house. (Because that's what you do when your parents no longer live together and you have to do the exhausting travel-between-two-parents'-homes for the holidays that seems to drive me bonkers every.time., but yet we do it anyway because well, that's just what you do, apparently.)

What I didn't do, was eat whatever this shiz was. Mishi don't play like that. (Sorry, not sorry, Princess Sophia.)

After a week in Diego, we drove out to Vegas to see Verner's fam bam as well as his NEW BABY NIECE, Holland Rose:

She's the tiniest little thing weighing in at just 5 pounds 7 ounces! I was refraining from holding her for awhile because I didn't want to get my cooties on her, but then, after washing my hands and sanitizing galore, I just couldn't resist!

So I sat down on the couch and carefully took her into my arms.

It wasn't but 3 seconds later that she threw up something fierce on me. And that was the end of our bonding session. We'll get it next time, kid.


And then. Ooooohhhh and then!

Something major happened.

A LIFE DREAM was fulfilled.

I told The Dizz, "I don't care one bit what we do in Las Vegas, but I MUST, I MUST play Bingo in a real live Bingo Hall!"

And so we did just that.

The game started at 9:30pm, on New Year's Eve night. (That's right: Bingo for NYE. You thought I'd be crazy enough to be on The Strip for New Years?? Oh heck no.)

We walked into the giant room and saw what seemed like hundreds of grandma's and grandpa's sitting around, daubers ready.

For $40, we each got THIRTY-ONE games worth. You see that sheet up there? All 9 of those squares is just ONE session's worth. We had no idea we were about to go on a THREE HOUR Bingo endeavor.

I gotta tell you guys. Verner and I have spent New Year's Eve in San Diego, Rome, San Francisco, and now Las Vegas. Though Rome will probably be our top NY for awhile, THIS one is a VERY close second.

At 11:55pm, they paused our Bingo madness and turned on the TV so we could see the outside shenans that were going on. We all grabbed our blow horn thingamajigs and a glass of champagne (two, if you were me). And then, collectively, as one big Bingo Hall Family, we counted down to the New Year!

It was such a magical experience.

We were screaming and yelling and singing and hugging strangers our new friends. Our Bingo Mate, Mary (who is roughly 85-90 years old and spent the entire evening bickering with her daughter because she kept missing bingo numbers) gave us EACH a big ol' smooch right on our kissers! (Hopefully I didn't get her sick, come to think of it.)

(She looks so thrilled, doesn't she? ;)

We may not have won any of those 31 Bingo games, but we sure won an experience of a lifetime, if you ask me. I'll always remember that night dearly. :)


Oh and hey, we are OFFICIALLY in 2015 now! Do you know what that means? I will OFFICIALLY be Mrs. Michelle Elizabeth DIXON in just 6 short months! Can you believe it?

Life, man. It's pretty rad. Almost as rad as this Friends Marathon happening now.

Happy New Year, friends! I have a feeling it's going to be a good one. ;)


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