Take my {unnamed} good friend, for example. Her sure-to-be-breathtaking nuptials are taking place at 632 on Hudson later this summer. Every design detail she's shared has been absolutely stunning and she has been cool and collected through the engagement to boot. {She essentially designed invitations that rival Ceci New York, so long story short, she is fabulous - and English-so I've delegated the below as her unofficial mantra}.
So can you imagine the one thing that set this Manhattan bride into a tizzy? The registry. The girl has every wedding detail cataloged better than the Vogue fashion closet and she ultimately gets nervous about what to register for. Emails go out to the married girlfriends making sure the process is seamlessly orchestrated, timed, inclusive of all necessary items, when honestly, the registry should be the fun part! What New York City girl doesn't like shopping?

But it makes perfect sense. In a city where we are taught to work hard and play harder, it's really no wonder many of us mistake Le Creuset for a little town in the French countryside. And really, who knew they had an bakeware palette that married back to every Goyard handbag on the street? Brilliant, we say!

And pick up that laser gun with confidence.
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