tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32263843376204532292012-01-27T13:53:56.701-08:00Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.comBlogger3111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-83651697110784794062012-01-26T15:13:00.000-08:002012-01-26T15:13:08.653-08:00

I love good wedding photography.  And these shots, as featured on A Crimson Kiss (a lovely blog done by a lovely friend of mine), really stood out to me.   Why? Because the plants are such an integral part of the pictures.  Take a look and see if they move you the way they moved me. It's like the dress and the shoes went for a little forest romp before the big event. Shut the front door.  

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My mother, Proper Mother, remembers when it was "a must" that you dress up to fly.  This was when flying was luxurious.  This was when they gave you cocktails and real food on real plates.   [image credit] This is no longer the case, of course.  But let me linger there wistfully for one more moment. [image credit] OK.  Now, where was I going with this?  Oh, yes.  Just this week, I engaged in

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-73058706268061015582012-01-23T10:48:00.000-08:002012-01-23T10:48:40.088-08:00

Here's a hypothetical etiquette situation for you: Let's say that I, Proper Paige, became wildly successful for my astute observations as posted on this blog.  (Wouldn't that be great?)  And I get a TV show on ...shall we say, Bravo? ...and several book deals, to boot.  I am rocking and rolling with the postmodern etiquette thing.  Proper Paige is big time. A girl can dream, right? [image

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-44283216774789740682012-01-20T11:47:00.000-08:002012-01-20T11:47:27.396-08:00

Wow!  What a week.   Work, fly to DC, see best friends, cook lots of food, host baby shower, do some work while you're traveling (unusual for me; I'm lucky that way), fly home, get a nasty bug, return to work, catch up with dear friends, catch up on work, catch up on life at home with Proper Husband and Little Dude. [I'm a little out of breath.] But I did manage to discovery an absolute gem of a

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-37740546775480607852012-01-13T05:28:00.000-08:002012-01-13T05:28:07.063-08:00

I'm in DC this weekend, my old stomping grounds, to share some time with dear friends and help fete the impending arrival of a baby!  Last night, I had the delicious pleasure of sitting around, catching up with some of the world's best friends, drinking wine, and laughing until I cried, repeatedly.  Life is good. And in testament to what good friends they are, they also gave me The Blue Book by

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Dear friends and readers.  I am off being a serious professional today.  And so, as I zoom off to go be brilliant (I hope), I give you this eye candy, or I do candy, if you will. Source: stylemepretty.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Source: pinterest.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Source: stylemepretty.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Hope you are brilliant today,

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I so love today's question.  Here it is: What is the appropriate thing to wear to a (Republican) gubernatorial inauguration ball in the South? First of all, I am not the one going to an inaugural ball, though I wish I were. Second, let me break down the facets of this question for a sec.   The question implies:  (1) that the answer is different depending on political party, (2) that the answer

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-33962502780972622702012-01-09T04:19:00.000-08:002012-01-09T04:19:58.463-08:00

As some of you may know, I am a proud and Proper Mother to a very handsome Little Dude.  He is two-ish, precocious, likes to eat, play outside, and go to parties.  Well, as for that last one, there's a bit more to it. Source: mybabyfaves.blogspot.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Little Dude does love to go to parties.  When one of his buddies turns one, two (how fast they grow!), five,

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"A lady is never finished without her lipstick."-- Proper Paige's Mom Do you agree?   Reapplying,

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A dear friend of Proper Sister-In-Law just got engaged.  This is true love, people, and an engagement that was as perfectly delivered as it was highly anticipated.  (Good job, R.  For real.) Proper SIL was sharing the lovely engagement story with me, when her eyes sort of fixed themselves on a point in the distance as she said, "I told her to wait a few days to decide who would be in her bridal

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Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Today, I make pie. Today, I chill with the Christmas tree. [Image courtesy of Nat the Fat Rat] Today, I finish wrapping the presents. No, I'm not, but isn't it cool?  [Image courtesy of sweetpaul] Tomorrow, we celebrate. I hope you have joy, pie, laughter, peace, and merriment in abundance this Christmas. 

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-63172790994649614542011-12-21T11:59:00.000-08:002011-12-21T12:01:25.259-08:00

I love wedding etiquette questions.  And, by all means, please keep them coming. Today, though, I wanted to take a step back and share this sentiment, which sums up my philosophy on weddings and all the intricate questions they raise. If the ranunculus are the wrong color, the wine is the wrong vintage year, and the officiant stumbles over a word or two, don't sweat it.  Because you can still

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-28086828491988115212011-12-20T14:08:00.000-08:002011-12-20T14:08:16.445-08:00

Picture it:  Sicily, 1920 (just kidding). (Though that is one of the best TV shows ever.  Just ask my husband.)  You've been invited to a Christmas party.  The invitation says:  "Please join us for an old-fashioned White Elephant party!"   What do you bring? a.  A nice bottle of Scotch b.  An ugly pair of slippers that shitty Uncle Lester gave you last year c.  A box of homemade truffles d.

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Yes, it's clique to say that I can't believe that Christmas is this weekend.  But, you know what?  It's true!  I've been busy at work, busy recovering from a nasty bout of the winter yuck, busy being a mom, you name it.  Christmas snuck up on my like a holiday ninja. I thought it might be most helpful to share some ideas for how to ramp up and get ready for this weekend, if you're not quite ready

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-16990668100773062802011-12-16T09:42:00.000-08:002011-12-16T09:42:47.660-08:00

Personally, I believe that happiness is a choice that you make daily.  And, in turn, I do my best to make that my choice. Every.single.day. Tangentially, I don't believe in negative Facebook updates or self-deprecating tweets.  (Ooh, that's bold.)  It's also true.  Take note.  I don't make 'em.  The world is busy and stressful and tough enough without me gunking up my social media outlets with my

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Christmas is in a week and a half.  Yikes!  I'm still planning to make my gifts this year.  It just means I don't have much time left to finish them.  But, I digress.  The fact that it's Wedding Wednesday, and December 14th, makes me wonder about holiday weddings.  In particular, mid-to-late December weddings. Because you know I love pine cones and matchbooks and, well, weddings. [Image Credit

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Duty calls today.  I'll be back tomorrow with Taking Questions Tuesday! May the force with with you and me today,

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While I give my immune system a chance to triumph over these icky germs that have me on the couch, I share this image/thought/truth for the day. How awesome is that? Source: transportationnation.org via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Hope your day involves something awesome,

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Much-needed rain and much-anticipated cold weather have moved into our little part of Texas.  In response, my confused immune system has taken me down for the count.  So, for today's Back to Basics, I offer up this list of Tom Ford's "must-haves." I pretty much agree with him.  But, what's a beautiful toothbrush?  And I'm not sure that Proper Husband would agree that every man needs a classic

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I have nothing to add, except perhaps a bottle of wine. Source: mamagrubbs.tumblr.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Hope your weekend is faboo,

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This post originally appeared waaaay back in 2008, before I had "Wedding Wednesday" and before I had my whole "Q&A" format nailed down.  I did still like to pick on Uncle Lester, though.  Funny that he was being pernicious, even then.  Read on, friends. [THURSDAY, JUNE 26, 2008] I am the victim of my own advice today, friends. I have the honor of giving a toast at the rehearsal dinner of my best

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-38037959036621982852011-11-29T14:23:00.000-08:002011-11-29T14:23:07.341-08:00

Proper Paige, do I *have to* give Christmas cards to every single one of my coworkers?  The cards are pricey and I sort of just don't feel like it.  As in, I don't want to give a card to coworkers that I don't work with, talk to, and/or like. Ah, welcome to Christmas card season.  Despite the sluggish status of our postal system,our "rain nor sleet nor dark of night" mail carriers will soon have

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-71367638545719773672011-11-28T12:51:00.000-08:002011-11-28T12:51:02.883-08:00

I am a big fan of Christmas.  As in, I've been secretly listening to Christmas music for about a month already because I saw no reason to wait.  (Thank you, Pandora.)  As in, I've been making my Christmas presents for several months because I want them to be fabulous and knew I would enjoy the process.  (Thank you, Pinterest.)  As in, I know all the words to not only "It Came Upon A Midnight

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Source: orangebeautiful.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Hope you have happiness in abundance today! And pie. I really do wish that,

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-5490471600347937792011-11-22T13:33:00.000-08:002011-11-22T13:33:55.494-08:00

Today's question: My annoying aunt/brother-in-law/cousin/insert guest here is never on time for our Thanksgiving dinner.  And we always eat at the same time; it's part of the tradition.  Are we supposed to wait for them before we give the blessing and begin? My immediate thought in response?  Time and turkey wait for no man. Clearly, this guest is rude.  When you are coming to someone's home

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-40022863639961349782011-11-21T13:20:00.000-08:002011-11-21T13:20:10.390-08:00

Thursday is Thanksgiving!  This means that many of us are preparing to cook massive amounts of food in our various-sized kitchens, for varying numbers of people, with varying degrees of help, and varying degrees of stress. It also means, I hope, that many of us are preparing to take a much-needed breather to spend some time with our families, friends, loved ones, and pets.  It might mean turkey

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-34289064054867318042011-11-18T10:03:00.000-08:002011-11-18T11:38:53.373-08:00

This week, I read this post on my friend Jess's blog. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since. In case you don't click through (though you should), the basic story is: Woman has become friends with the homeless veteran who is often at her local gas station.  She checks on him; her kids know him; other people in the community also know him and bring him things, including coats,

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-84750279613117632362011-11-16T08:31:00.000-08:002011-11-16T08:31:04.020-08:00

Yep, I know that I've already blogged about fall weddings once this season.  But, I feel compelled to do it again for a few reasons.  First, it was 85 degrees in Austin this weekend.  Despite the fact that made my run in shorts and a t-shirt very pleasant, it frustrates me.   I come from a land where fall means vests and corduroy and apple picking.  Not getting your pumpkin spice latte iced

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-28872708107808205522011-11-15T13:09:00.000-08:002011-11-15T13:09:35.647-08:00

I recently attended a wedding celebration where the couple insisted that the guests not bring gifts.  Still, I felt bad about coming empty-handed.  Was that bad? Image by Nicole Gerulat, courtesy of Style Me Pretty. In a word, no. When a couple registers for gifts, they are giving you a helping hand toward buying them things they need.  (And also think are really cool and really would like to

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-64453026445868931982011-11-14T18:58:00.000-08:002011-11-14T18:58:55.983-08:00

On a recent fall afternoon in Austin, Texas, a friend and I were strolling back to our respective offices after some valuable time to grab coffee and catch up.  She and I are similar in that, as we approached our (shared) office building, our brains started to ramp up, jumping out of coffee mode and back into our to do lists.  (We get along for this reason, among many others.) A small group of

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-3032061246611399392011-11-09T13:14:00.000-08:002011-11-09T13:14:45.586-08:00

Photo booths are all the rage right now.  (As are mustaches and cupcakes.) What do you think on this Wedding Wednesday?  Would you?  Could you?  In a booth? Source: makingitlovely.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Source: ruffledblog.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Source: smilebooth.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest For what it's worth, I'm not sure that I could make cloth yodel

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-33495560099297666312011-11-08T07:45:00.000-08:002011-11-08T07:45:13.075-08:00

Hey bloggy friends, I'm busy with my "day job" today.  But I want to share this nugget that will answer one heckuva lot of questions. Think about it.  It's pretty awesome. Source: weheartit.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest And so are you,

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Have you ever accidentally replied to all?  I have.  And it's not pretty. (image credit) Enough said, really.  Email with care. And watch out for that pesky "Forward" button, as well. Here's to blushing for the right reasons,

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Source: sequins-stripes.tumblr.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest I have nothing to add.  In fact, I'm off to take this sage advice.  Oh, and celebrate my birthday.  (wink) Ta ta for now,

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Proper Husband and I are looking forward to celebrating the upcoming nuptials of two of our dear friends this weekend.  And you know how weddings make me all sentimental.   Anyway, I started thinking about how you choose the person that you marry.  And how I chose so well for myself.  And how our friends have chosen so well, for each other. And then I found this quote.  One request:  When you

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-71437444308937398712011-11-01T14:10:00.000-07:002011-11-01T14:10:21.462-07:00

(image credit)  Be still my heart. What is the proper way to trick or treat? (Editor's Note:  You guessed it.  No one asked me this question.  But on the heels of Halloween, I am just going to share a little bit.) 1.  Knock on the door or ring the doorbell. Please do not pound on the door like you are the cops on a TV show about to bust a perp. 2.  Do not bum rush the person who answers

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-7396299230668640542011-10-31T12:45:00.000-07:002011-10-31T12:45:49.925-07:00

Every time I go to yoga, I wish that I went to yoga more.  As in, all.the.time.  It's amazing exercise.  It's soothing to the mind.  It's good for the soul.  Proper Paige likes yoga. To a large extent, yoga is a judgment free zone.  Yoga practice is called just that, "practice," because it's an ongoing exercise.  As you develop, your muscles become more honed; you can do more things; do things

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-1600258215327767532011-10-28T10:36:00.000-07:002011-10-28T10:36:21.485-07:00

Source: None via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Here's to a well-styled weekend!

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-68388434141953454222011-10-27T08:56:00.000-07:002011-10-27T08:56:57.849-07:00

It's my turn to ask you a question.  Are you ready? Is there etiquette for tailgating? I can only assume that there is.  But I have to plead complete and utter ignorance about it.  This is largely because I went to a lovely little liberal arts school in New England whose best sports were lacrosse and skiing.  Our football team was, to say the least, bad.  So, there were no high profile football

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-54654763476334494272011-10-26T07:30:00.000-07:002011-10-26T07:30:00.807-07:00

So, last week, on my other blog, and the Facebook, and the Twitter, I sort of blew up all of my social media with glee that Proper Husband and I celebrated six awesome years of marriage.  Because, well, we did.  And because it's delightful. Old married lady that I am, though, there is nothing that I love more than a good, old-fashioned engagement.  When two people decide that they are It to one

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-2564785670094050422011-10-25T07:17:00.000-07:002011-10-25T10:47:13.613-07:00

I'm a respectful gal.  And while that goes with the territory of being an etiquette girl, it also goes with a healthy respect for the law and law enforcement.  Let's just say that I was busy being the editor of the newspaper in high school.  I was not testing the boundaries.   And so, when I interact with police officers, state troopers, or other, uh, armed law enforcement professionals, I am

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-1708364818514729362011-10-24T06:50:00.000-07:002011-10-24T06:50:40.072-07:00

We all know a bad handshake when we feel one.  We reach out our hand, confidently, to engage in the uniform standard of greeting in our society.  What do we get back?  A cold, clammy noodle.  A bone crusher.  A "drive by" where the two hands never really connect.  Ew.  To all of these, ew. I hate to make simple things sound more complicated than they are.  Certainly, it's never my goal to "add

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-13087265067644741272011-10-21T07:00:00.000-07:002011-10-21T07:00:44.094-07:00

I have quite a penchant for flash sale sites.  From Hautelook and Rue la la to One Kings Lane and Joss and Main, I adore them.  And don't even get me started on Zulily.  But, anyway. This week, I saw these lovely plates on One Kings Lane.  Needless to say, they caught my eye.  They are, quite literally, etiquette plates.  As in, a set of eight plates which feature eight different rules of

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Our Little Dude attends daycare while we are both at work.  This is a fact, as both of our careers are a fact.  No maternal/political diatribe here.  It's what works for us.  And it rocks. His daycare is (awesomely) located close to my office.  When he was a wee babe, this enabled me to pop in whenever I wanted for cuddles or Mama Bear check-ins.  Now that he's a bit older, it still affords me

Proper Paigenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226384337620453229.post-13581139961590823142011-10-14T07:23:00.000-07:002011-10-14T07:23:16.280-07:00

Proper Husband and I are big Halloween fans.   And so, on this Free Form Friday, I thought I would share a few dos and don'ts for your costume consideration. Do:  Keep it classy. Audrey = timeless. Elle Woods = classy and sassy. Don't:  Go too sexy. It's a Halloween party, not a porno.  Do:  Use your sense of humor. She's an OLAN MILLS PHOTO, people. Wednesday Addams.  

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I like lists.  (Not a newsflash.)  I also like being prepared. (Again, no surprise.)  So, I pay particular attention to lists that have pictures and might be fodder for Wedding Wednesday.  When I find a list that meets all of those criteria?  Kismet. Here is your daily dose of wedding-y, etiquette-y kismet for the week.  For the record, on my wedding day, I used #s 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 9, 11, and 19.

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In New York, it's waiting "on line."  In the rest of the world, it's waiting "in line."  Regardless, you can do it politely, or you can do it poorly.  I encountered an example of the latter this weekend.  And it stung, it really did. I was checking out in the grocery store.  The very last item was a package of chicken breasts.  I was on my way home to make chicken enchiladas for Proper Husband

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I hope that everyone's week has been less hectic, less stressful, and less dizzying than mine. With that said, my week has been one long reminder that I am truly lucky.  I have an amazing Proper Husband, a hilarious and adorable Little Dude, a rewarding job, an adorable family, and truly remarkable friends.  I can handle the rush.  I love the life. And so, a day late and a blog post short, a

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I am a big fan of Real Simple.  I don't have a subscription to the magazine right now, but I do have a few years' worth of back issues at home.  (I should probably get through those before I re-up the subscription.)  (I really like magazines.) I subscribe to Real Simple's daily emails on a variety of topics, and a recent one caught my attention.  Ever a fan of a good checklist, this link was

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I, Proper Paige, was an English major in college.  My idea of fun was curling up with a classic and calling it homework.  Those molecular connect-a-blocks that the science majors had?  Not for me.  Graphing calculators?  No, thanks.  Homer, Emily Dickinson, and F. Scott Fitzgerald?  Yes, please! That said, I am not in a book club.  Nor will I ever be in a book club.  Why, you ask?  Because I

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I was driving downtown in my fair city on Sunday afternoon.  There was almost no one on the road, it being downtown on a Sunday afternoon and all.  I got in the lane where I needed to be for an upcoming turn.  And then I noticed that the car in front of me was doing crazy things. Like weaving, going way too slow for my tastes, and just being weird.  And then I saw it.  The driver, a woman, was

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Source: google.ca via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Here's lookin' at you, weekend.

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Sorry I'm late on this one, peeps.  I've been living in a sick house for the past couple of weeks and am just now peeking out from under the covers. So, with that said, this (belated) Wedding Wednesday is a quick and lovely shout-out to my love of all things paper.  This amazing team of designers from Seattle, known as ellothere, make charmingly hip wedding invitations and, wait for it, wedding

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When I was growing up, my mother gave me strict instructions that went something like this: "Always wear a slip.  Write thank you notes promptly.  And never, ever get a tattoo." I am proud to say that I totally nailed exactly one of those things.  My thank you notes are hand-written, heartfelt, and on time.  I don't really wear slips anymore because most of my skirts and dresses don't require

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Deadlines.  Not enough sleep.  Not enough water.  Not enough downtime.  Criticism.  Rudeness.  Bills.  Muscle tension (those knots in your shoulders?).  Questions.  Worries.  Alarm clocks.  Mechanics.  Doctors. SIGH.  But, wait. Source: petitealma.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Laughter.  Weekends.  Queso (this is me talking, after all).  Baby smiles.  Best friends.  Thanks.  You're

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Proper Husband and I are delighted that two of our best friends are visiting us this weekend.  Their few days in Austin is sure to be full of laughter, good food, and much love given to Little Dude, whom they have not met.  (Inconceivable!)  Oh yeah, they are also coming to town for a wedding. The Hill Country.  Beautiful, right? The wedding is here, in Austin, and is being held at a barbecue

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It's hard to imagine that my Little Dude will never know a world without Facebook.  The first President he will remember will be .. well, we'll see.  The world will always have had iPods and smart phones, and he will probably never use a fax machine.  Oh, boy. I digress.  Back to Facebook.  Today's question: Do I need to wish everyone that I'm friends with on Facebook a happy birthday when it's

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I'm a sucker for awards shows.  Proper Husband knows that he needs to leave me with the TV in the living room when the Emmys, Golden Globes, and Oscars are on.  I am completely entranced. And so, the Emmys were last night.  I thought that Jane Lynch did a good job, though I thought that the format was a little cheesy.  I think Joel McHale is the only one whose coolness can survive the utter 

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Fall is my favorite season.  When I was growing up in Maryland, fall meant walking through crunchy leaves, wearing jeans and corduroys, eating fresh apples, a nip in the air.  When I went to college in Maine, fall meant the beginning of a new semester and new year, accompanied by the most amazing foliage colors I'd ever seen.  I've come to love fall, sincerely. Now that I live in Texas, fall is

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Today's question is a tough one because it cuts to the heart of a relationship between friends.  It's fairly easy for me to provide etiquette tips about how to buy the perfect bottle of wine for a dinner party or how to fold a napkin, but it's infinitely more difficult, and more important, to delve into relationships for questions like these. That said, here's the question: How do you handle a

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I can't make this important point better that Leo Babauta, author of the amazing Zen Habits blog.  (I suggest you read Zen Habits.  It is an oasis of awesome on the hectic world of the Interwebs.  So worth it.)   Anyway, because I just want to share this lovely life and etiquette nugget, here are Mr. Babauta's words, republished. *****************The Art of Handling Criticism Gracefully ‘

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Seriously? Source: theluxechronicles.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Recently, I attended a professional conference.  Not sure that my identity or my chosen profession are really a secret anymore, but we'll leave it at that for now.  A professional conference, full of professional people, who are supposed to be there to learn, network, and earn required education credits. The people are

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Planning a wedding is (not like, *is*) planning a major event.  You're wrestling with everything from postage rates to hotel room blocks to cost per plate.  It's contracts, vendors, deliveries, gratuities, and, quite often, headaches. That said, even the best-planned weddings can throw the bride a curve ball.  And, with any curve ball that life throws you, there are two options for how to react:

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Source: elementsofstyleblog.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest I'm taking a much-needed break for the long holiday weekend. That said, my advice for everyone today is that they kick their heels up and relax! I'll be back on Taking Questions Tuesday.  Ta ta for now! Ever yours,

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In yesterday's post, I shared a link to a lovely baby shower activity that I'm calling Wishes for Baby.  It is a printable template of fill in the blank "wishes" that all shower guests can complete with their personalized thoughts and hopes for the impending arrival.  They are so lovely -- and such a nice way to capture all of the joyful anticipation of the pregnancy of a dear friend or loved one

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Today's question is from one of my loveliest and most thoughtful friends.  Here goes: I am cohosting a couples baby shower for my sister. It will be on a Saturday evening at 7pm. We will have booze and real food, so it will be more like a regular party, but everyone will be expected to bring a gift and I guess most of the party will still sort of be centered around the gifts being opened.  So,

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I realize that not many of us have this choice ... but for those out there who do, here's a quick tip for wedding planning. Don't have your wedding dress custom made by a rabid Anti-Semite.  If you do, that means your dress is actually made of prejudice, discrimination, and hate.  And who wants that? Source: studdedhearts.blogspot.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Kate, I'm sorry.  The dress

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Today's question is less of a question and more of a request: Proper Paige, can you puh-leeze tell everyone to stop using speaker phone in their cubicles?   Answer:  Yes, I can. But why should I? Feng Shui cubicle by Ken Lauher.  Not kidding. Advocates of speaker phone swear that it's easier than using the phone "the real way."  You have your hands free for typing emails, filing your

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Proper Husband asks me all the time whether I've had enough water.  Sometimes, I have, and I gladly regale him of the fountains, bottles, and gallons that I've sipped.  Sometimes, I haven't, and I sullenly go to refill my water bottle.  Sometimes, I haven't, and I stick out my tongue at him because I don't want to discuss it. Today was a long, hard day.  And you know what I did?  I drank water.

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Source: impressionen.de via Heather*Proper on Pinterest Proper Husband doesn't believe me when I tell him that I am on time to every work meeting.  (I totally am.) Why doesn't he believe this?  Because we've been together for ten years.  And in that ten years, he has waited a small lifetime for me to reach the fleeting nirvana of "being ready."  It's always something.  It's the hair straightener

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Today's post is actually a question from a (beloved) reader.  Here goes: What is the proper way to word the invitation if the groom's parents are paying for half of the wedding? Oh, those pesky invitations.  Granted, this bride is a full-fledged traditional gal.  She knows it, loves it, and embraces it.  But I dare say that even for those brides who aren't 100% traditional, the invitation can be

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Source: vintageinn.com via Megan on Pinterest Today's question needs no preface.  I'm diving right in.  Here goes:Dear Proper Paige:  Here's one for the blog. I received this email this morning for a shower that I'm going to next weekend. (Don't worry, you don't know any of these people.) The mama is a friend of a friend of a friend.  I was flattered to be invited. The shower is in a private

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One day last week, Little Dude and I were on our way home from work.  We were both tired from our respective days of working and playing.  We were also hot, because it was 107 degrees that afternoon.  (Not kidding; Texas heat wave continues.)  We were close to home, and we were glad.   We were stopped at a red light at a fairly major intersection.  Standing on the median to my left, holding a

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It's hot in Texas.  As in, we are in the throes of a record-breaking heat wave.  Today is likely to be the 26th straight day of triple-digit temperatures.  And if, by triple-digit temperature, I meant 100 or 101 degrees, I would feel lucky.  I mean more like 104 or 107 degrees. Source: bestpostarchive.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest I saw this quote today and I love it.  My family is very

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There have been two more royal weddings since the Big One.  (We all know how excited I was about that one.  Still reliving the pictures, to be honest.) One of them was in Monaco, where Prince Albert, the only son of Prince Rainier and Princess Grace married Charlene Weinstock, a former Olympic swimmer.  Monaco is pretty much a dream of a country, with its charm, beaches, wealth, glamour, and

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Today's question is from a lovely blogging friend of mine who has had to wait FAR too long for an answer.  So sorry for the delay, my dear! Here goes:   Is it okay to "friend" your boss or a senior leader at your organization, or should the higher-up make the "friending" move? Ooh, good question.  I think, as I often think on Taking Questions Tuesday, that the answer depends on the

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I have bad posture.  I know it.  I don't like it.  I need to work on improving it. Uh, hello.  Proper Paige, what does this have to do with etiquette and/or Back to Basics Monday? Bear with me.  Posture is important.  Posture is a quick and reliable indicator of someone's self-esteem.  Of their confidence.  Of their inner swagger. I, as are many overachieving, blogging, running, career-driven,

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This week, I finally watched something that had been saved on my DVR for a long time.  I watched the farewell episode of Oprah. Why did I wait so long?  Because I love Oprah.  Watching her show and reading her magazine over the past few decades (!) have taught me more life lessons than I can count.  I didn't *want* the show to end, so I kept in on my DVR like it was frozen in time.  Of course,

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I never post on Thursday.  But this needed to be shared. As you plan your child's photography sessions to document every cute little dimple of their adorableness, don't do this. Just don't. I do love bluebonnets, though.

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Hey, friends and fans -- keep those questions coming!  Taking Questions Tuesday is all about you.  I'm happy to respond to your burning, obscure, quirky, or legit etiquette inquiries, completely anonymous, of course. For today, a thought that I find really compelling. Here's to valuing relationships,

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There is a right way to get out of a car, and a wrong way.  This is particularly true -- and relevant -- if you're a woman.  This is imperative if you are a woman in a skirt. Beaucoup de celebs have gotten their (ahem) images published in tabloids for getting out of a car the wrong way.  I certainly won't post those pictures here.  You know the ones I'm talking about.  Brittney and Paris are at

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“Anne and her family lived alone on an island. She enjoyed having tea time with her friends the spiny lobster and baby hawk.” (National Geographic, August 1938) Friends come in all shapes and sizes.  Good ones listen to your problems, laugh at your jokes, make you feel lighter in your heart, and always enjoy dancing in the street or having a spot of tea. Here's to spending this weekend with

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One of my favorite cousins just got engaged last week.  (Congrats again, Rinnie!)  She is a fabulous woman with impeccable taste and boundless energy.  She is tackling the planning of her wedding day with all of these qualities, in spades.  I am so excited for her, and so excited to see what choices she makes.   The prospect of planning another wedding is also exhausting to me.  (Good thing I'm

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Proper Husband and I snuck away last week to the beach.   Well, we didn't sneak, so much as heave, lug, and tote many of our possessions with us, as well as our kicking, screaming toddler.  (More on what I am calling Toddlerpocalypse soon.) To that end, I don't have a witty and thought-out entry for today.  I've been visiting the sea, you see.  But it taught me quite a bit, as it always does.  

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Proper Husband and I have been vacationing.  I wasn't sure if I would post today, or not.  But, like clockwork, something happened today that gave me just the right thing to say.  This wasn't a question posed to me, per se, but an observation that I feel like many of us have had. What is the best way to handle a retail situation where the checker is completely oblivious of how to use your coupon/

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When I was little, my family went to the beach every summer.  Since I grew up in Maryland, our beach of choice was in Cape May, New Jersey.  New Jersey gets a bad rap.  The Jersey Shore gets a horrifying rap.  But let me make clear that Cape May is beautiful and delightful. In addition to being a lovely beach town, it is also famous for its amazing Victorian homes. Anyway, in hope that all of

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**WARNING.  SPOILER ALERT.  Do not read this post if you have not read the last Harry Potter book.  It contains spoilers as to the ending.** I will be going to see the last Harry Potter movie as soon as I can.  (If it were not for pesky things like jobs and responsibilities, I would be at the theater for opening night.) This movie is Snape's chance to shine.  The black-clad, sallow skinned,

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I happened across this pictures gallery on InStyle.com, and it got me thinking.  Wedding kisses are important.  They are romantic.  They are personal.  They are highly visible.   They are timeless. Lauren and Humphrey.  Look at how happy she is. JFK, Jr. and Carolyn.  So romantic. Liz and Richard.  Does this not just scream "love"?? Proper Paige, are you seriously going to tell us that

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Today's question is from a straight shooter.  I will not mince words.  The question is this: Is there a tactful way to tell someone (a family member!) they're dating a douche?Now, for my mother and those people who are not sure what I'm talking about, but find it vaguely offensive, I will clarify.  The terms "douche" and "douchebag" are being used a lot right now to refer to, um, unsavory

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My love of Princess Kate is not news.  I have been enamored of her since she emerged as Prince William's girlfriend, years ago.  Now that she is officially a Princess (William confirmed that you can call her that, even though her official title is Duchess of Cambridge), she's showing a sublime level of grace and style.  Seriously, the woman is on her game. During Will and Kate's recent trip to

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Over the Fourth of July weekend, Little Dude broke his leg.  While very scary for Proper Husband and I, it turns out that it's a pretty routine occurrence with adventurous toddlers.  He will wear a cast for three weeks and be good as new afterward.  So far, his time in the cast has been entertaining, primarily because it's not really slowing him down one tiny bit.  It's amazing. Anyway, Proper

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I'm rocking a yellow purse right now.  I'm a big fan of the sunshiny pop of color that it adds to my summer wardrobe.  As in, while I wilt in the squelching heat of a Texas summer, at least my purse stays cheery and bright. Yellow is also super mega popular in weddings right now.  Feast your eyes on these images and have a lovely Wednesday! Source: ruffledblog.com via Style Me Pretty on Pinterest

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I hope everyone had a fantastic Fourth of July weekend!  There is nothing more basic, more proper, or more important to appreciate than our independence.  Happy 235th birthday, America! Here's to hot dogs and freedom,

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I'm kidding with this picture.  Kate and Camilla are getting on quite nicely, from what we've heard.  No, this British mother-in-law drama involves different players, ones that don't have castles and kingdoms and the like.  Perhaps you've heard about it. If you haven't heard anything about this story, the (UK) Daily News article on it is quite illustrative.   If you've heard something about it,

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Choosing a dress for your bridesmaids to wear is tough.  While it initially seems like it would be fun to play Barbie with your besties, when you head into the bridal stores, it can suddenly feel like you're swimming in a sea of chiffon.   Stylistically, you have several options. First, you can go the Traditional route.  All bridesmaids wear the same dress, purchased from the same store and

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This is an etiquette question if you consider your furry friends to be, just that, friends.  And Proper Husband and I most certainly do. Source: dog-milk.com via Heather*Proper on Pinterest The question posed is this: How do you handle introducing your new baby to your dogs?  What is the right way to handle it? Every baby is different.  And every dog is different.  So, making a harmonious home

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Moving announcements are cool.  They are a fun and elegant way to tell your friends and family that you're parking your car in a different driveway/on a different color Metro line/in a different time zone. Of course, they are also an opportunity to share a little bit of your personal style while conveying this message.  And I've made no secret of the fact that I lurve stationery and all things

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Getting a blog redesign is like getting a drastic new haircut, isn't it?  It takes research, negotiation, and courage.  And then, when it's done, you want to run around in circles and make everyone tell you how great it is.  That's about where I am today. Many thanks to Jumping Jax Designs, who patiently worked with me on this process while I debated the burning issues of fonts and polka dots.  

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I wanted to check in with you, loyal readers, to apologize for being missing in action for these last few days!  It just isn't proper to vanish without a trace, and that's what I did this week!  So sorry. By means of explanation, suffice it to say that I am hard at work in Proper Paige land, and will be back and better than ever in a few more days.  Thanks for your patience, and stay tuned! In

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Hope your week is full of progress and enlightenment. Proper Paige

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