I have a few unusual nicknames. In college, I earned the name “No-Pants Sara” because I mainly wear dresses and didn’t wear pajama pants around the dorm. I’m “Mesmerizing Macadamia” in my friend group chat, where each of us have a nut-related nickname because, well, we’re a little nuts. And at home, I’m “Cyclone Sara” because
I love to sew, and for several years, I assumed I’d make my own wedding dress. My mom sewed her own dress, and while it’s not my style (she wore a red knee-length dress to her wedding, and, ironically, I’m a bit more traditional), I love feeling linked to past generations and their love stories.
It’s a tradition at my old high school to print every senior’s next destination in the school newspaper. The last issue each school year, published just before graduating students put on their polyester gowns and start the next adventure, dedicates a two-page spread to the colleges, technical schools, and jobs that seniors are moving on
A few years ago, when I was eighteen and at the start of my gap year, I was having coffee at a friend’s mom’s house. My friend, Sam, was spending some time abroad, and I was in the US for a few months before leaving for the Netherlands. Sam’s mom Laurel, who I’d known and
Do you know what your life principles are? Could you tell them to me if I asked? If you’re like the average person (or fortune cookie), you could probably rattle off a list of promises you don’t always keep. Don’t go to bed angry. Never hit snooze. Always make the bed when you get up.
Hey guys! As you may know, depending on how long you’ve been reading here, Ken and I are getting married next summer. t’s been a little while since I wrote an update on our wedding, and a lot has changed since my last post! I thought it would be fun to bring you all into
The internet has brought us a lot of great things, from laughing Chewbacca mask lady to the ability to connect to basically anyone in the world. It’s also given us some stupid things we didn’t ask for, especially for the Instagram/Pinterest/blogger crowd. It’s as though we collectively decided that there wasn’t enough pressure around weddings,
I went wedding dress shopping a few weeks ago. My best friend since 8th grade, Maya, had come to the Netherlands with her mom to visit me as a graduation gift for finishing her master’s. One of the things I was most excited about (other than her bringing me the 13 sewing patterns I sent
I almost lost Sara Laughed this week. When I realized that my blog wasn’t working, and that I might lose the name “Sara Laughed” forever, I was devastated. I cried, fearing that this blog, which I’ve poured so much love and labor into for the last six years, might be gone. Even though I had