Helllloooooo, 2011...

... and goodbye, 27 Dresses in Cleveland.

Yes, that's right. I'm breaking up again. But this time, it's not with a boy. This time, it's with my blog.

It's been a great ride, 27 Dresses, but I feel like this is for the best. For both of us.

I mean, I used to be so much more attentive. Remember when I used to write to you every single day? And how I used to so look forward to the time we'd spend together, as I'd write yet another post about a dismal date while watching the latest episode of The Bachelor? I just don't covet that time together any more. In fact, I dread it. And, probably most importantly, I used to be so much more honest with you. I don't like hiding things from you, 27 Dresses, but I just can't open up to you like I used to.

Now please don't blame yourself. You didn't do anything wrong. It's not you. It's me. Well, actually... it's us. We just grew apart.

No hard feelings, ok?

And if you *really* want to get in touch with me, you know where to find me.

(Just don't be mad if I screen your calls. Because you KNOW I won't be deleting your number anytime soon.)

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In all seriousness, readers, it has been a wonderful ride here at 27 Dresses in Cleveland. Thank you so much for your support and laughs over the years. But it's time for this little ol' blog to close up shop to open up internet space for some other up-and-coming professional bridesmaids.

The best part about having this blog has been the wonderful friends I've made in real life. So if you've met me in real life, don't expect me to disappear just because my blog has! And, well... if we haven't met but you're just DYING to know who the REAL Always a Bridesmaid is, drop an email to cleve27dresses@yahoo.com and I might just tell you. (Though I think it's sorta fun to keep it a mystery, no?)

Smooches! And thanks for a very fun ride!

xoxo --
Always a Bridesmaid

P.S. I am well aware of the fact that you're all probably far more upset about never hearing from blogmom and blogdad ever again than the fact that this is my last post. But just amuse me, will ya? ;)

Who you callin' a ho (ho ho)?

Hey, guys! Just wanted to wish you all a very Merry Christmas!

(Unless you celebrate Hanukkah. Or Kwanzaa. Or you're an atheist.)

I need to get busy wrapping presents (including, for the first time in a LONG time, some for a boy!), so I won't be around these parts too much in the next several days.

But merriest of merries and all that jazz.

I'll let you know whether I made the naughty or nice list... ;)

Sorry, boys...

... but this guy is back on the market.

(I'm assuming bachelors everywhere are drinking their sorrows away at their nearest watering hole, knowing their chances of landing that special lady just went down now that Mr. Reynolds is single again.)

But, seriously. Why have there been so many celebrity couple break-ups lately? What is it about the holidays that leads to breakups?

(Sidenote: if you ask blogmom, she'd tell you that blogdad systematically broke up with her every year before Christmas, which eliminated the need to buy both a Christmas present and a birthday present for her early January bday. Then, he'd conveniently want to get back together shortly after that, just in time for his mid-January bday. Blogdad denies this story every time.)

Have you ever had a holiday breakup? What happened?

It's the little things...

I was listening to a re-run of Rover's Morning Glory this morning, and one of the segments was about the little things men can do that really make their women swoon. The list they cited included things like "remember her mother's birthday" and "flirt with her in public."

(The number one item was "scrape the ice off her car," which is appropriate given the SnowMyGod happening in Cleveland the past couple of days, no?)

Anyhow, for any of you men reading this... I realized it *IS* the little things that make me swoon. (Especially if they come in little blue boxes. Jaaaaaaay kaaaaay!)

But, really. Here's an example: while driving the other day, I mentioned in passing how my windshield wipers were crappy and needed to be replaced. Next thing I know, the boy toy had run into the store to pick up something else, but came out with two new windshield wipers in tow too.

(I was actually so oblivious that I thought he had bought them for himself, since I really didn't even remember saying my wipers sucked.)

When I realized he had bought them for me (the next day), I thought it was the sweetest thing ever! (Or at least, this month.) ;)

(See? There's not always ice coursing through these veins of mine.)

So, ladies... tell me (and help my 3 male readers)... what little things has your man done to make you get all girly and giggly inside?

Nice package!

Have you started Christmas shopping for your special someone yet? I need ideas!

P.S. This may be my new favorite website.

Pathetic or true love?

I can't believe I haven't blogged about this yet, but can we just for a minute talk about the fact that Jessica Simpson got engaged ONE WEEK after her ex-hubby did? I mean, does that smack of desperation or just weird coincidence?

(I vote the former.)

For more deets about the story, click here.

What do you think?

Happy Friday!