Archive for January, 2011

January 27, 2011

Can we talk about this?

your wish, coming true—introducing BHLDN.

People, I don’t know if I’m insane with jealousy that this didn’t happen the year I got married, or ecstatic that Anthro finally saw the light. I mean, it’s shocking they didn’t do a line before now. Also, I’m not going to say WHAT, but something I wore for one of my wedding events will be available from Anthropologie once they launch their wedding stuff…which says to me that I was WAY fashionable and trendy. Anyway, brides out there, you should probably join the mailing list pronto. And brides who are having me as a bridesmaid this summer, I wouldn’t be sad if you chose an Anthro dress for me. AND, will somebody PLEASE walk down the aisle to the song that’s playing on the website?!??! It’s amazing.

January 26, 2011

My first fan mail!

Photo courtesy of Yvonne Wong

Let’s pretend this isn’t from one of my friends at business school, mmkay? You guys, this is so exciting. I feel like it’s my birthday times a million. I’m pretty sure a bunch of people read the whole book in one sitting yesterday (people who are related to me either by blood or by being totally awesome) so I’m getting a lot of reactions already. I can’t wait to hear what someone who doesn’t know me thinks of the book, though. As if I didn’t push this enough yesterday, here’s a link to buy the book. And make sure you take a photo of yourself with the book because we’re going to do some sort of contest (with a MAJOR prize) for people who send in pictures of themselves interacting with HOW I PLANNED YOUR WEDDING. And by interacting, I mean reading, using as a paperweight, eating, using as a blunt object, etc. Speaking of “eating,” did you guys see that episode of “My Strange Addiction” where the girl ate foam from inside couch cushions? Oof. You can watch it here if you missed it. Anyway, since I pretty much tell you guys everything, here it is: my very first fan mail, courtesy of my dear friend Samantha:

Hi Wiggs!

I just left you a dorky message, but hopefully you are not annoyed by extra congrats. I started reading your book at 12:04 this afternoon. At 4:00PM I left for 3 hours for a group meeting (94% done the book according to my Kindle) and finished it a few minutes ago.

WOW! You literally jumped off the pages. You were funny, real, honest, humble and most importantly YOURSELF! It was incredible. I will buy a copy of your book for every single person I know that gets engaged for the rest of my life. It was also cool that I had heard some of the stories and could be like, I knew that or I know them, I know them!

Good call on keeping the chapter with the Julie interview in. I loved the depth it gave the book. It sent the message, “yeah, you may not be exactly like me, but the message still applies. Be yourself and it will be beautiful.” Also, I want to meet your mom so bad!

XXX Congrats again!

Sam

January 26, 2011

MY BOOK IS FOR SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALE!!!

Need…a…brown…paper…bag…hyperventilating…….

Seriously, dear readers, I owe every ounce of this amazing opportunity to you. Thanks for caring about my body hair, obsession with decoration, cellulite, and makeup addiction.

I’ve said this before, but every single sale has a huge impact on my career as a writer. ESPECIALLY this week. Here’s where you can buy the book, and a copy (or two…or ten…or eighty) for your friends and/or family.

 

I’m bursting with love for all of you right now. Even the ones who like to lurk silently.

January 25, 2011

I just can’t help myself

Dave and I didn’t register for fine China because I couldn’t imagine myself using it anytime soon. But my mother-in-law had the idea of letting me choose a pattern, and giving me pieces of the set over the years – a GREAT idea, since eventually I will host large family gatherings and you bet your beautiful behind I’ll want some gorgeous place settings. Before we got married, I fell in love with Chirp by Lenox and I’m so grateful for the chance to have pieces of art in plate-form. Plus, someday when I’m old and gray, I’ll pass this onto my daughter or granddaughter. And, BONUS, “Chirp” is the Pomona Sagehen cheer (I know, I know, it’s lame and I refused to utter it at swim meets, even when the most gung-ho teammates gave me the stink-eye for it). People, do you have fine china? And when do you use it?

OBVIOUSLY I made a Polyvore inspired by Chirp. I think I have a problem.

January 23, 2011

I did it again

You guys, Polyvore is SUCH a good way to avoid impulsive online shopping. Here’s a room for my hypothetical boy baby and NO I AM NOT PREGS but if I were and it were a boy, I would die for a nursery like this. I mean…that chair. Words can’t describe. I almost put it in Dave’s man-cave but I really wanted a blue velvet chair in there for some reason. I’m starting to realize that I’m SO not going to be one of those moms who makes a perfectly gender-neutral room with white and orange and green, and then re-uses furniture for future babies. BUT I kept the decor in the boy’s room similar to that in Dave’s man-cave, so I can move things between the two, you know, when Junior goes to college or decides he’s going to re-do his own room because he’s sick of his mother freaking out every time he sits on the bazillion dollar chair or touches the $5,000 octopus art.

Hmm…what room should I do next? Maybe a dining room.

January 23, 2011

Crap – I mean, um, Fiddlesticks! – I read another review

We won't think about how annoying it was for me to get this shot
Further evidence of a writer in your home – she doesn’t shower or brush her hair for days at a time, until the thing on her head begins to resemble a bird’s nest

 

Word on the street is that I’m coarse. You all know by now that I have this rule about not reading my reviews – good or bad – but it’s kind of hard when my own MOTHER emails them to me. I guess I trust her judgement though. She knows whether or not it will freak me out to read a review. I actually sort of like this one, even though it’s not saying, “This book changed my life and everyone should read it and Hollywood should make it into a movie starring Amanda Seyfried as Wiggs and Sandra Bullock as Susan.” I guess it’s just clear that she actually read the book – or at least the most completely embarrassing parts of it that keep me awake at night wondering why I thought it was a good idea to write something THAT WILL BE READ BY THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE. Hee hee hoooooo. Hee hee hoooooo. (That’s my anti-panic breathing exercise.)

This book is candid to the point of being coarse. The bride cheerfully mentions topics that wouldn’t appear in most wedding etiquette books — unwanted body hair, bad complexion, losing extra pounds, and all. This is howlingly funny stuff, but it is not polite. Don’t say you weren’t forewarned.

Read more: http://www.kitsapsun.com/news/2011/jan/22/barbara-mcmichael-west-sound-wedding-plans-and-boo/#ixzz1Bs91OBo5

I mean, yes, I am most certainly coarse. I tried to tone it down in the book (my editor very firmly removed the multiple references to poo that I had in the first couple of drafts) but I managed to sneak some bathroom humor in there. Hey – Benjamin Franklin loved toilet jokes. I’m reading his autobiography right now and he was just as into them as me.

January 20, 2011

The fever

Molly, no, I am most decidedly not pregnant and this ice cold can of PBR sitting on the table next to me proves it. However. Sometimes I like to pretend I’m pregnant so I feel like I have a good excuse for the chub on my stomach. And if I WERE preggo, which I’m NOT, and I were going to have a little girl, here is my dream-nursery for her. Now I’m wondering if I’m coming off like “the lady doth protest too much.” My response to THAT is: I’m protesting the exact right amount to convince you. Right? Anyway. If there’s one thing this hypothetical room design tells me, it’s that I should hold off on having a baby until I’m a millionaire and can, you know, afford $3,000 mirrors from Anthropologie.

 

January 18, 2011

Humbled.

{evidence you've got a pesky writer problem in your house - a little nest of tea and snacks, a pile of notebooks, an unanswered phone, and a jar of pills on your bedside table}

People. I promised I wouldn’t read any reviews of my book because…well…I wrote about my real life, and if someone has something bad to say about it, I might just have to send them a Baxter tootsie in the mail. And since that’s a felony, I figure it’s best if I just preserve my self-esteem and avoid all reviews. Even the good ones.

I didn’t tell my publisher that, though, and I got a pretty amazing email yesterday. Publishers Weekly, which is sort of a big deal, gave How I Planned Your Wedding a good review. Holy hell. When I read it, I couldn’t tell if I needed to pee my pants with excitement or puke all over the place with nerves:

How I Planned Your Wedding: The All-True Story of a Mother and Daughter Surviving the Happiest Day of Their Lives
Susan Wiggs and Elizabeth Wiggs Maas, Harlequin, $21.95 (224p) ISBN 978-0-373-89227-3
Bestselling romance novelist Wiggs (The Lakeshore Chronicles series, et al.) and daughter Elizabeth, an M.B.A. candidate, have pooled their talents to create a humorous, informative guide to planning a wedding. Alternating narratives balance the authors’ viewpoints, and “cheat sheets” at the end of each chapter sum up the tips and strategies. The authors offer tips for typical wedding tasks like choosing a dress and a photographer, plus strategies for handling unexpected problems, such as mom’s insistence that young cousins be included in daughter’s carefully selected bridesmaid pool. Tucked in among the wedding-planning advice in this enjoyable read are thoughtful musings on the emotional implications of an impending wedding, from a mother’s realization that she’s no longer the center of her daughter’s world to a daughter’s struggle to balance showing appreciation while asserting her own wishes.

Annnyhoooo, all of this is really my way of saying THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU to all of you people out there. All 99,000, of you, according to my 2010 stats summary (though I suspect you’re not all reading right now, since, you know, I went under a rock for a while there and wasn’t really posting). Honestly, your comments and emails and willingness to read my attempts at humor are what got me the book deal in the first place. I sincerely hope I get to meet you when I go on book tour starting at the end of this month – stay tuned for dates and details.

T-minus 16 days until the book is out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

January 17, 2011

Ahem. Prepare to gag with awesomeness.

See, in business school they tell us aaaaaaaaaaaall the time about the importance of knowing your core competencies, and of only doing work if it showcases your talent. For example, I am extremely good at cursing – so if a nunnery asked me to write a brochure for them, I should turn down the job unless they allowed me to drop a healthy number of eff-bombs. Taking on a bland writing project that didn’t play to my strengths would fail to show my friggin’ capabilities. It would erode my effing brand. And if there’s one thing you learn in an MBA program, DON’T LET YOUR EFFING BRAND ERODE. Good lord. It gives me the shivers just THINKING about it.

Anyway, all of this is a long-winded way of saying that when you’re fabulous at producing custom, terrifyingly chic, high quality paper goods, you should not limit yourself to wedding invitations. Atlas & Campbell rebranded my mom, and it was so good that now I need a cigarette. Go here to see a tiny glimpse. I’ll update with more photos on the 29th or so, when I’m home and can take some photos of the whole suite.

Oh, and you can go ahead and put a check in the mail to me for $5000 bucks for the free business school lesson. Seriously, the answer to about 90% of our cases seems to be, “Merge with the company that will protect your core competencies!”

January 17, 2011

I am SO on-trend.

Emily Henderson, who styled my mom’s house for an upcoming issue of Sunset Magazine, and WHO WON DESIGN STAR (!!!!!!!!!) just did a post on a dude house. See? My room for Dave was right-on. I feel so completely validated. Like the leather Chesterfield sofa I picked? Booya. The gnarled wood table? Double-booya. The striped rug??! Booya^infinity!

Check out THIS ONE:

You can see more dudical posts on her blog.