Hi! My name is Stacey Hall... Proud Chicagoan & Non-profit worker. 41 year old Virgo. My blood type is B-positive and so is my outlook on life. Recently married my 1st husband (I refer to him as that so he keeps his shit together). Dog mom to Lucky. Aspiring human mom, someday. Similar to spam (both the canned meat and the junk-mail) this blog serves no meaningful purpose. Welcome :)
I've never been fake about my feelings on bridal showers.
We women (who have a sense of humor), often snicker to one another while the bride "ooooohs" and "ahhhhhhhs" and "OH MY GODs" at her gifts. We're all like, "Why are we pretending this is a surprise? You literally told me exactly what you buy you from your hand-selected registry and I bought it! IT'S A $50 CHEESE PLATE. REMEMBER, YOU PICKED IT!?!?!"
Needless to say, after getting engaged, I was absolutely dreading having to be in the hot seat... Not one, not two, but three times. Shower Palooza.
Karma is a real bitch, and I knew damn well how I felt going to a gazillion bridal showers, so I certainly knew how all of my girlfriends and family members felt driving to the suburbs for mine. Wooof. But here's the thing. It was totally delightful and, thanks to champagne and Corona Light, you quickly get over the hot seat and GENUINELY are excited to receive the gifts that you picked. And in a weird way, it IS a surprise! I can't quite explain it.
I haven't experienced everything in life yet, but it's on my list. So, for now, I will say this: Perspective is massively important. Prior to being married, I never actually understood the magnanimity of what it feels like to have everyone you love surrounding you in one room. That the emotion is so thick you can hardly speak without your bottom lip quivering. That it's not at all about the gifts. That I had it all wrong before.
From now on, when I drive to Bumblefuck to attend a bridal shower, I will fully recognize that the event isn't at all about me. It's not at all about the present you give. It's 110% entirely about your presence. It's about showing up for your friend so that she can feel engulfed by so much love she can hardly breathe. It's about being part of a singular moment that will take her breath away. And it also just might very well suck! But let me tell you from firsthand experience, you are significant to someone else and that is a true blessing.
To the magnificent women who hosted my bridal showers, THANK YOU WITH ALL MY HEART! To those who attended, THANK YOU BEYOND MEASURE. To those whose showers I will be invited to in the future, you bet your ass I'll be there with bells on! Thank YOU in advance for inviting me :)
Women's Wednesday kicked off tonight for the first time evs because I joined the Lakeview Men's Club established in 1946... For men.
Fast forward 73 years later to a silver fox walking into the cigar room to four cute Chicago chicks in lounge chairs drinking canned Hamm's cheering on da Cubbies 🙌 He asked to snap this pic of us because it was "something he had never seen before. Like the Easter bunny." So the second pic is literally of me and the Easter bunny. Because we deserve to experience it all, ladies!
Far too many women didn't get to enter that basement and they fought damn hard so that we could. Cheers to those who came before us. Cheers to those who continue to fight the good fight. And cheers to those who will carry it on.
To strong women...
May we be them. May we know them. May we raise them 👊
You were an exceptional chapter! I am thrilled to move on to After School Matters come May :) The friendships I have made here will remain with me, ALWAYS!
If I were in AA I’d stand up in the circle and say, “Hey! My name is Stacey & I’m an everything-good-that- life-has-to-offer-aholic.” And if I had to tell more to the group I’d give the Cliff Notes version which’d go something like, “You all kinda know me already because I’m 'that' girl. A little different but no one seems to mind. Average in looks & body but what I lack in my chest I guess I make up in personality. I wear costumes when it’s not a theme party & drink apple juice in the morning (even though coffee is the sexier option). Still bite my nails, pick my nose & forget to say “God Bless You” when peeps sneeze. I’m the girl that busts into applause when the airplane lands safely onto the tarmac (I can’t help it. Seriously, I’ve tried to stop). I rock out in the shower, seldom wear makeup, often wear Superman underoos & still order happy meals.” Then, I'd sit back down and likely lead the charge to the bar immediately after adjournment (just being honest...)
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