Wedding planner in Brooklyn

I dove headfirst into planning (mainly as a distraction from the pandemic and the election).

And suddenly I felt like I was back in the school lunchroom, not having a place to sit because I didn’t fit in anywhere.

I was a cishet white woman marrying a cishet white man. But I weighed 80lbs more than him. He was a scrawny Type 1 Diabetic (who would later be diagnosed with ankylosing spondylitis). We were former gifted kids who had failed to live up to our potentials, current neurodivergent adults struggling to find a place in the world–but we’d found each other. And that felt like something worth celebrating.

Once I accepted that wanting a wedding wasn’t a failure of feminism, I embraced planning. My husband and I prioritized what was important to us (food!) and compromised on things that weren’t as important (flowers, which led to me DIYing all of our decor). We balked at most traditions and gravitated towards nontraditional twists. We worked together to create an incredible day that was ours.

When it was over, I was overflowing with knowledge and ideas that I no longer needed…until I decided to start Moxxie Street Events.

I was unemployed with a newborn. My best friend appointed me as her wedding planner, so I bought a domain to give the appearance of being professional. Two months later, under a haze of delusion, I DMed someone on Reddit who was looking for a day-of-coordinator. The rest is history, although much of my first year is clouded in the sleep deprivation of my postpartum era.