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Jun142010

Featured Modern Union :: Drew and Andrew's Wedding

Pride Wedding Expo :: Tent was a huge success

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I can't thank you all enough for your support with the first-ever Wedding Expo at the Phoenix Pride Festival. All of the vendors pulled through and did an amazing, AMAZING job. From fashion shows to cupcakes, from workshops to shots (of fruit juice), it was an awesome weekend. Although I am so pooped, it was definitely worth it.

Here is a sneak peek from the ever talented Beautiful Day Films (thank you Jim and Nicole!). They too have joined our FABuLIST and shot our tented experience this weekend. I was so shocked when I recieved an email from them saying, "Here is a same-day edit of what we shot." CHECK IT OUT!

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Monday, April 19, 2010 at 9:18AM

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Dec312009

Happy New Year

The C's of Diamonds :: Certification

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Guest Blogger:: Mr. Greg

Everyone seems to have a certification company. “Yes, ma'am, this diamond has an "H" color, and it was certified by the XYZ Certification Company in Florence, Arizona.” Does it mean it’s credible? Is it worth the paper it’s printed on? Maybe, and maybe not.

In purchasing a diamond, now more than ever, you are buying an appreciating asset. Throughout history, monarchies were financed by their crown jewels. In 1976, National Geographic Magazine reported that the crown jewels of Iran served as backing for 75% of all Iranian currency.

Unfortunately, many certification companies grades are not accurate. Below, you will notice that there are two sets of diamond certificates: this time representing certification for two separate diamonds, a 5.08 carat and a 5.00 carat. However, both are for the same stone. Pay particular attention to the clarity and color grades assigned.

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It’s interesting that a jeweler would sell a client a diamond that has an incorrect certification. As a jeweler, you would be expected to know the difference, right? I invite you to read an interesting article on this challenge from last year's Molina Magazine. It is titled “Your Crown Jewels”. Click here to get to the e-copy as I strongly suggest reading it before you purchase any diamond.

The main question I have been asked is “how does this happen?” The answer is simple. People want to know that they are getting a “good deal.” Good deals are a state of mind, and are rarely in fact a good deal. We deliver value beyond price. Remember, you are buying an appreciating asset. Can you imagine anyone silly enough to buy a Chevy with a Bentley grill, and pay $200,000 for it?

The same is true with discounting. How do you know the ring is 25% off? Has the jewelry store ever sold the ring you are looking at for the full retail price? Is it always “on sale”? Then it’s not a sale. It’s simply clever marketing.

Your Diamond Guru,

Mr. Greg

Greg works for Molina Fine Jewelers in Phoenix who is proud to be a member of the MRSter FabUlist.

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Friday, December 18, 2009 at 9:00AM

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Dec172009

A Fat Girl's Transformation: Losing 82 Pounds And Ready to Wear That Wedding Dress!

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Guest Blogger :: Shannon

Perhaps solidifying a wedding date (and wedding dress shopping swiftly approaching) compelled me to lose an average of 1.6 pounds per week in the last year of my life. (Maybe.)

I remember about elevendy-billion reasons to shed these 115 pounds gained since 2001, and somehow they gelled:

Wondering people’s thoughts: “She would be so pretty if she just lost that weight.”
Dreading contact with high school alumni as the athlete who "let herself go."
Proving to my brother that there was more to me than fat.
Making that “UUGGHH” noise when tying my shoes or standing up.
Wondering if blood tests would reveal I have Type II Diabetes, or worse.
Eating breakfast with visions of tomorrow’s dinner dancing in my head.
Worrying I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the family I’ve always dreamed of.
My fiancée steadily losing weight while I could barely squeeze in to my size 22’s.
Being publicly addressed as “hey fat girl!,” as some guy I’ve never met wins macho-points with his buddies (hi-fives & laughter).
Holding back painful tears as my bestie sprints towards a truck of snickering guys hoping to redeem a fun night and rescue my spirit after the driver yells, “Move you fat b**ch!”

What’s worse? The “B-word”, or the “F-word”…FAT!

I constantly joked I had “Reverse Body Dismorphic Disorder” thinking “I look gooood...” then seeing the photos. “Do I really look like that?? Gross!”

I was kidding myself, rationalizing my failed weight loss attempts.

“I don’t know why I’m not losing weight. I eat tons of vegetables, I don’t drink soda, I rarely eat candy or fast food, and there’s really nothing else I can restrict.”

Although I don’t recall having those thoughts while inhaling a Red Robin Blue Ribbon Burger furnished with all-you-can-eat fries dunked in ranch dressing.

I’ve changed. I’m happy. I’m ready to walk down that aisle with my once-lost confident glow intact and wait for my almost-wife to marry me.

Here I am, 82 pounds lighter, changed, happy, and eagerly anticipating that walk down the aisle in my dress, while I wait for my almost-wife to marry me.