Above: My eyelashes look great, thank you Windy so long as they don't fall off. Thank you Windy for keeping my eyes on point.

Wedding planning is not ordinary in any way, shape or form. I highly recommend hiring a wedding coordinator/planner if you're in the industry or have absolutely no idea regarding the amount of grey hairs that will suddenly weigh down the sight of your vision - STOP and rethink your planning. Setup a meeting with your families and tell them that what they are getting into is not what you want nor is it worth the arguments and the deterioration of your health to have what truly, is not what a marriage entails. 

Your family and friends that want to help you, will genuinely take time out of their hectic routines and initiate a conversation with minimal research (venue options, dress trials, henna appointments, makeup trials, catering options, video and photo recommendations). These friends are your bridesmaids and groomsmen. If they are not familiar with vendors then they will not reason when you need them over to console you or call you because releasing steam is healthy. A get together in your favourite cafe will spark up dear memories and all you'll want to do is enjoy your time together in that moment. Your conversation will be hotter than your latte. And the latte-foam you once enjoyed solely for time off will now be consumed times five. Is anyone craving a starbucks or dineen treat? I sure am and they should really encourage ubereats to have starbucks on their menu.

The Laws of Love & Compatibility require you and your partner to be in a healthy relationship. I'm going to add in that if you think your journey begins with cluster headaches and sweating off a fever, then no love, you have seasonal changes and a life therapy session in your near future. Do not be afraid to coach your family, once a week with your wedding updates. 

THE PARENTS

EMINENT LOVE
The value of friendship
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Surrounded by the scents of jasmine as she graced the sacred steps towards her love, her lace intricacies casted shadows alongside her own. A calling of friendship interrupted her heart beat for a moment to establish a new chapter of her liking; true love. Her heartfelt desire to be with him was her dream come true. Alisha was ready to start her life but before I tell her story, allow me to elaborate upon her bridal henna diary. Grandmother, her mother and best friend were conversing in the early morning of Alisha Lalji's mehndi moments. Her aftercare was being prepared as she went for an adventure starting with a hairdryer. I arrived to Whitby, Ontario on June 27th while being greeted by her very intrusive cat. What a bumble and bee. This kitty was nonchalant about her wedding as well as very much interrogative while she lay there wherever we would be. When it came to adorning her feet the desire to have some space was persuasively interrupted by an adorable meow-sigh of 1, 2, 3..there was much more.

Alisha - definition (Sanskrit) protected by God.

How beautiful. So, she was a blessing bestowed on her family. How perfectly woven she was within her family and friends. She had approached me online while I was in London, England last year and we scheduled in an online consultation at 1 am - Toronto time. As an entrepreneur one is always excited to establish good relations with their clients. In addition to that, I was going through a hard time sleeping when I knew my family in Toronto was celebrating the sun's rays and of course my significant other who I couldn't bare to be a part from. The vows of friendship started to call on old memories. 

It took me some time to render her design as she is also an Artist; a creative individual, a visionary, a possible critic and most importantly a valued artisan. I knew that I had to envision a pattern that would evoke not only her own stories but an exceptional rendering of fine lines and filled filigree that would adorn her hands with lush greens and florals. The vines which encircled her ambient friendship and eternal love churned a wine of reds and deep mahogany on the insides of her palms and crawled curiously throughout her arms and feet. When I received these beautiful photographs from photographer Gillian Williamson I was moved by the modesty in the ornamental details seen in her diary once again. 

As I hold my breath and let it relax throughout my ribcage, I feel the need to talk to love. As love is my truest friend and comes in all colours. To love, this is what I wrote today: "Love with all its thoughts on you. Devouring its subtle glances as you moved. ​I was there, inquisitive for every detail that made you, you. Tranquilized by labour and the day's work, I let go of my every sorrow and turned to you with kindness and forgiveness. Never to forgive myself for the pain that I brought to you. You were always delighted and I shared my pain with you. You never uttered a word of sympathy and congratulated my motive. Each notion paid tribute to my undying note of orchestrating chaos. You still loved me love. You quote my beauty with verses of great voyage and deliver a beautiful smile. I am loud and independent, yet, I cannot fathom any commitment without your consent. I wish to become you as you desire me.