A ghrá mo chroí

Before I started planning my wedding, I had never met a woman in real life named Olga. Just not an especially popular name in Texas, I suppose. My experience with the name came almost exclusively from my childhood fascination with the history of the Russian monarchy and my merciless addiction to the movie Anastasia. 

Now, I know three. And they’re all wonderful.

The first Olga is designing our cake. She owns a cupcakery called Polkadots, and wears dresses to match the name. She’s Asian, delicate, and burst out laughing when she found out she was designing a cake for the Golden/Avocato Wedding.

The second Olga works at the studio where I bought my dress. When I first met her, she was a Kleinfeld consultant to a t - perfectly styled hair, simple black dress, perfect manicure. The next time I came back, she had clearly attempted to dress like Blackbeard. It was awesome. She told me I’d be stupid not to buy my dress. I bought it. 

The third Olga is my seamstress. She’s tiny, blonde, and very Russian. She very patiently took me through bustle styles, and refused to let me settle. “Everything has to be perfect.” She’s sewing my new initials into the bodice of my dress in blue, and lets me drink mimosas during my fittings. 

Names hold stigma; Olgas are beautiful.

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Maria S.C. Lamp by Pani Jurek

Test Tube Lamp.

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