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First Comes Love, Then Comes Dishware

Dear Williams-Sonoma, Wow, you guys are so right on! When I got engaged last month, my first thought was “Now that I’ve found love, what else do I need?” Let me tell you, it was such a relief to see him down on one knee because it meant that we can finally, finally start thinking about owning some pots and pans. And you have no idea how hard it is to be a single woman trying to make it though this world with no toaster. Seriously, I cannot believe how well you understand the contemporary female mindset. Many were the nights I spent sitting on the kitchen floor eating raw pasta with my man, wondering how I could get him to pop the question so that we could finally consummate our love with some furniture and dishware. Sure, like pretty much every couple I know, we’ve been cohabitating for quite some time. And, also like most young city-dwellers, we’d spent those lonely years before we found love living on our own, in apartments we paid for with salaries from our jobs, sharing the space with roommates who also enjoyed things like kitchen tables and toasters. But we knew that setting up households as individuals would violate the sanctity of our future marriages. We knew true love waits. And so we spent those long years between college and our engagement utterly without knife sets, chopping garlic with our teeth. Guys, I just want to say thanks. Thanks for realizing that you can’t cook without cookware, and you can’t own cookware until you’re engaged. Love, Izzy Grinspan p.s. Thanks, Gawker, for the tip.

p.p.s. Welcome to my new wedding blog, everybody.

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