Book Report: What We Read on Summer Vacation
In a continued effort at transparency re: Bostonista’s not-entirely-highbrow tastes, we’re disclosing our favorite summer reads.
Some backstory before the confession: We’re former English majors who somehow never read Anna Karenina (or, um, plenty of other canonical heavyweights.). We feel a fair amount of guilt about this, and therefore keep a bunch of pristine classics on our nightstand. And then we pile other books on top of them, like… (more…)
In a continued effort at transparency re: Bostonista’s not-entirely-highbrow tastes, we’re disclosing our favorite summer reads.
Some backstory before the confession: We’re former English majors who somehow never read Anna Karenina (or, um, plenty of other canonical heavyweights.). We feel a fair amount of guilt about this, and therefore keep a bunch of pristine classics on our nightstand. And then we pile other books on top of them, like… (more…)

As wedding season draws to a close, we find ourselves battling a severe case of bridal envy. Before you cringe at our
For our honeymoon, my hubby and I wanted a trip that offered secluded beaches, luxury accommodations, and plenty of excursions off the resort. After watching a special on the Travel channel, we booked a week to
The wedding is over, and I have to say, I’m relieved. After putting so much time, effort, and money into our nuptials for the past year and half, I pictured myself as a nervous and touchy bride walking down the aisle. But I wasn’t nervous about marrying my hubby. I was worried that something would go terribly wrong.
After a year and a half of wedding planning, my big day is fast approaching. On the very last day of this month, I’ll be getting hitched in York Beach, Maine. I have everything bridal on the brain, so here’s my mini-reflection on events leading up to this day.
Yesterday, I cheated — on my wedding gown.
Bostonista braved the snow and cold early this morning to witness the madness at Filene’s Basement Running of the Brides at the Hynes Convention Center. As expected, hundreds of brides and their posses of ‘maids showed up, with t-shirts and team phrases ranging from the encouraging (”We won’t rest till we find Drouin’s dress”) to the downright vicious (”Knock ‘em over, Plow ‘em down, We’re here to find Jules a wedding gown”).
If you tend to blank on the lesson learned from witch-hunts, Dutch tulip mania, and McCarthyism, don’t worry: The
Choosing a bridal gown is stressful enough, but just wait until you have to find one dress to flatter six women. Six women with six varied skin tones, hair colors, and body shapes, no less. I began the bridesmaid dress search for my late spring beach side wedding months ago. While I wanted the entire bridal party to like the dress I chose, I knew the chances that everyone would be happy were slim to none.





