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¡We’re engaged!

May 24, 2016


In a little Italian restaurant in Little Italy, on my mom’s birthday, Erik proposed.  It was the most magical night.  Ever.


You get to a certain point in your relationship, or when you’re certain you’ve found the right one, and you’re just ready.  I have been ready for a while…  But never did I think I’d be the type of girl pushing for it or needing to be engaged.  With Erik, I was so ready to take the next step.  To start the next chapter.  To be his forever.  And ya, to plan the wedding of our dreams.  So we went ring shopping and he had me hanging on every little comment.  I hate to admit it, but I turned into the girl who was so consumed with getting engaged at times, I annoyed even myself.  After my best friend’s bachelorette in Cabo, I came back a little more relaxed, and found a way to not be so fixated on the ‘when’, but took comfort in knowing it would happen.  Little did I know it’d be nine days later.  My mom told me all she wanted for her birthday was for me to have a ring on my finger.  I told her that wasn’t really my gift to give… but that I’d love it too.  Erik doesn’t believe me, but the morning of her birthday I woke up and thought to myself, “if he really wanted to throw me off and surprise me, he’d ask me tonight” since I knew that under any other pretense I wouldn’t be as surprised.  Erik’s not one for big public displays, and I didn’t think there was any way he’d propose in front of my family or a crowded restaurant, so I dropped it.  I got up, dressed for work, and went on with my day.


Towards the end of dinner, I was talking to my brother across the table as Erik said to my mom quietly, “Isn’t there one more gift?” and before I knew it, he was sliding out his chair to get on one knee.  As the story goes, everything was a blur, and I just remember shaking so much and a few tears I quickly wiped away, and then never wanting to let him go.  I think he initially opened the box upside down, had to ask me twice because I was in such shock I couldn’t respond, and I definitely forgot there was an entire audience watching.  But it was perfect.  Everyone in the restaurant was clapping as the waiter walked out to bring dessert and sing my mom happy birthday.   On the drive home we called [almost] everyone we know, popped some champagne with the fam, and I’ve been in a love daze ever since.


And now we’re engaged.  We’ve picked a date and a venue and I’ve signed with a wedding coordinator.  We’ll be getting married in Palm Springs in April 2017, and I’m SO excited to see the pieces coming together.  I knew I’d be way too good at being a bride.  I’ve only been planning my wedding since way before it was ok to…  Not to mention, pretty much everyone around me is getting married, too, so I’ve had some practice ♥

6S7A9106 Last weekend we took engagement photos in Mount Laguna and it was such a fun little adventure.  The weather was crazy and I was worried it’d look like we took them in Portland because the fog was so thick and the sky was so grey.  Luckily, we reached an elevation literally above the clouds, and it was like a different world.  I know for our wedding photography I want a moody film aesthetic, but for our engagement photos I wanted something fun and natural.  I somehow found Jordan Lutes, and now I want him to be my best friend because his photos are rad and we had the best day shooting with him.  Of course Charlie had her spotlight, too.


In the few months we’ve been engaged, I’ve been more emotional (in a good way) and more in a love daze (in the best way) and could never be prepared for such an experience.  It already feels like so much more and so much greater.  Its overwhelming actually, but maybe that’s just me.  Everyone prepares you for the premature questions you’ll be asked and the sense of bombardment you’ll feel upon getting engaged, but no one quite prepares you how you will feel.  It’s the best.

And now for the planning and parties and all the good stuff.  I’m just happy to have my man, forever.


PS.  #myhrome

We’ve always used the phrase “marg me” or “vacation me”.  Its our lazy way of saying we want something, so it only makes sense to attribute Myhro Me to our trying the knot.  What do you think?!

Came & went

November 3, 2015

Old birthday cards resurfacing in the move

Whilst it seems unfair and feels wrong to not update you during such a busy time in my life, I also struggle with the idea that my blog would just turn into a play-by-play, or rather, a diary of my daily whereabouts.  I guess I’m in the midst of ‘that age’ where everything seems to be happening at the speed of light; weddings, babies, mortgages and other grand life events.  ‘Where you think you’re going to be – want to be – in five, ten years” never really felt tangible, yet here it is.   Everything I want to say sounds so cliché lately.  Sometimes you just can’t predict how things are gonna go, and that’s life.  One of the best gifts I’ve ever received turned into a big life adjustment for me, in more than one way.  After getting Charlie for my birthday, I decided to move home because ironically, my landlord didn’t allow dogs at our apartment.  I’ve dispersed things between my parents house and Erik’s, and in this new chapter I’ve been humbled and grounded.  I’ve been in this self-inflicted pity party because things don’t always go the way you think they’re supposed to – in all and any aspects of life.  I’ve been able to reflect upon the type of blogger, writer, artist I want to be.  But also the type of friend, coworker, girlfriend, sister I want to be.  What started out as a downward spiral of uncertainty and frustration turned into the power to work through my growing pains and let go of what I should be doing.  Where I should be in my life.  How much money I should have saved or how seemingly perfect someone else’s life looks from their Instagram.

When I first got my own editorial in our high school newspaper, it was like I had won Prom Queen for the Mt. Carmel SUN.  Through Rose Colored Glasses.  Thank God there’s no online database linked to those articles.  But my very first piece was my baby.  It entertained the idea of being more optimistic in life; that because I always leaned towards the more negative or humorous approach, I was missing out on the opposite.  It was the best introduction to myself, Casey Farrington, that I could give to my audience at the time.  It inspired a confidence I didn’t know I needed.  That first article was [to my knowledge] received with true admiration.  My peers loved it, and my parents had to love it because I was a fragile teenager.  It gave me the fire I needed to write my second article.  I eagerly gave it to my friend to review, expecting him to love it just as he did the first, and to this day I’ll never forget the embarrassment I felt when he told me it “sounded just like the first one”.  I was pretty heartbroken, but I agreed with what he said.  It didn’t stop me from continuing to have the same voice throughout my series, but it did make me more aware of my audience and the tone in which I was writing.  All this to say, it made me understand my own voice for what it is, and also from the perspective of my audience (often to a fault).  I realize my rants can tend to be redundant.  I don’t want to sound like a broken record of calm after the storm.  I don’t always want to push encouragement on you once I’ve sorta kinda figured it out for myself, for the time being.  I’ve been practicing being real and in the moment.  Each day is another opportunity for us to figure out what we want, with who, and how we’re going to get there.  And sometimes things don’t make sense to anyone else but ourselves.

This is my life, lately.



Came & went

October 28, 2015

Remember when I said I planned to take October by storm?  Well, that kinda came&went.

Since then a best friend got married |


A best friend got engaged | alietyler

I felt like I was planning a wedding with my best friend’s bridal shower |


And I [still] have the cutest puppy in the world |


Now I’m brainstorming last-minute Halloween costumes and figuring out when we’re gonna make it to the Riviera Maya for Erik’s 30th.  I’m not going to lie – its been an emotional month, mostly in a good way.  I got on the treadmill last night for the first time in what felt like MONTHS and thought, “This feels good.  Maybe this is it.  I’ll bring my gym clothes everyday to the office and force myself to work out, even when I’m going on 10 hours of packaging and little to no motivation,” [said no one ever].  Because it doesn’t usually happen like that.  However, I’m feeling like the short period between Halloween and Thanksgiving is a good time to cut back on the celebratory drinks and whatever eating and get serious about healthier habits.  Dare you to join me, so we can all be hangry and really show our significant others the challenge of love.  In other news, I’ve moved home indefinitely, my cousin [finally] got engaged to the sweetest girl in the world, and everyone around me seems to be having babies (you thought I was going to say something else).  My 10-year reunion is approaching, and while I don’t think I’m going to make it, life seems to just keep burning by.
But y o l o.

More on the shower, tomorrow.  Until then, hope you’re having a wonderful week.  I’ve missed you.


Came & went: August & September

September 30, 2015

Oh my.

Well August Came & Went.  And then September somehow slipped by.  And now here we are – now I have a puppy and my life will never be the same (in the best way).

Meet Charlie.

IMG_3207 she’s almost 4 months old and is a little rescue Yorkie-Terrier-Schnauzer (we think) mix from Helen Woodward chillin IMG_3319.JPG sleep 2 and like her mom, she can sleep anywhere IMG_3449 and she’s my favorite little thing in the world, even when she knows she’s in trouble sleeping from her puppy dreams to the peculiar way she sleeps, the peacock feathers on the top of her head cruisin the way she cruises around with us – shopping in my purse or on coffee runs
IMG_3218.JPG she’s pretty much completed our little family ♥

You’d never believe the story, really.  Basically one of those teen movie moments – like the finale of a rom-com or the “Dirty Dancing” scene in Crazy, Stupid, Love – happened to me.  The moment where my boyfriend walked into the restaurant during my birthday dinner, puppy in hands, and says she’s mine.  I really thought it was a joke.  We were down in Mission Hills having dinner at The Patio on Goldfinch (delish).  On our way down, he told me he had to run out at some point and deliver something to his mom (which he really did) who was sick and couldn’t join us (which she wasn’t).  Little did I know, he had to run out and meet our pup, also for the very first time, and bring her in to see me.  That same day (my birthday mind you) Erik’s mom had driven up to the shelter after they had seen Fawn (her given name), and fallen in love.  They couldn’t believe she was available, but when his mom got up there, other families were in line for her of course.  She sent him a text and he called off the plan, knowing no one had gotten hurt.  The next text he got from his mom read “She’s ours”.  Enter the dinner scene.  I’m sitting in my chair as he walks in, and I’m looking at him like “Cool joke, guy – that’s exactly the kind of pup I want and you know it” but as he assured me I could keep her and put her in my arms, the rest is a little blurry.  On the drive home we named her Charlie, and from then on, we were both in love.  More in love with each other it feels like, and so in love with this little animal that’s already brought us so much joy.  Sometimes when I look at her little face, I still can’t believe she’s ours.  Or that he was able to pull it off.  Or that she’s ours, and he’s mine.

She’s the sweetest little girl who ever lived, and she’s already more loved than maybe anything should be.  It’s crazy to find myself so obsessed with something I had nothing to do with, but that now consumes me.  I think Erik and I finally have an idea of why all those crazy people act crazy over their kids.  And so the rest of the month got away from us.

But let me take you back to August.


In August we flew to Vegas to throw a bachelorette party for one of my best girlfriends in the world.  We popped bubbly and danced our bums off to send our little Barbie bride into marriage-hood in style.  I can’t wait for the rest of the festivities, and for the wedding that’s now right around the corner.

meyer me IMG_3441 *Polaroids* IMG_3145 IMG_3442 The girls wore fake engagement rings all weekend and I got real comfortable in mine

And then it was my birthday.

Last week month I turned 28.  It seems so old and I’m getting older, but I don’t even mind the number.  It feels like I’ve already lived a crazy year, what with a new puppy and all the recent excitement, but I feel like the excitement is just beginning.

IMG_3443 I have heard/seen so much of Bloom That, and then my bestie sent me these tulips for my bday and I’m sold.  Such a cute company (and their packaging).

For the first time in my life I feel like I kinda get it.  I don’t know exactly what triggered it, but the other day I was driving and I saw a guy in front of his house admiring his yard and I felt this weird maturity about me.  Ok, I really wanted a yard, but I also had a moment where I really stopped and appreciated where I live, the people who are in my life, the love I have felt and received the last few years, and all of the [maybe small] but empowering achievements I’ve been able to accomplish in my life.  So turning 28 has felt pretty damn good.

And then Erik turned the big 3 0, so of course we had to throw him a little fiesta.  Originally I intended to throw him a surprise party, but with all the recent surprises surrounding us, I told him about it.  It ended up being quite the Dirty Thirty bash over at Tony’s Jacal (where Erik happened to take me on our first date) and they were so amazing to us I’d have them host our party over and over again.  The night was filled with tequila shots, smooches, singing and celebrating the boy who never likes attention.  If there was one thing I wanted to give him for his bday, it was to show him how loved he is; for him to feel just how loved his is by everyone around him.  We had an overwhelming crew of amazing friends that night, and we sure showed him.

IMG_3251 IMG_3325  The cake my insanely talented friend made for Erik’s party

After that, we tried to relax a little.  But weren’t able to a lot.  Heres what else has been going on.

IMG_3254 Enjoying my Ruby Mint towel and the endless summer weather over here in Cardiff-by-the-Sea IMG_3381  Cutest idea ever: The hostesses of a baby shower I recently attended asked guests to bring their favorite childhood book in place of a greeting card.  I brought The Giving Tree. IMG_3447 The couch I fell in love with at the thrift store and would have bought had I owned a house IMG_3448 Ok.  I’m getting better and better at crafting cocktails, but I might have made one of my best yet the other night.  I give you the Peach Margarita.

I also recently got a little promotion, making my title Graphics Coordinator.  And my sister joined my firm, so that means another Farrington in commercial real estate and one less in fashion : )  But I do feel so lucky to have her in my very office, to learn and be shaped by the best, and I get to steal her for lunch.  And the mall is just across the street.

I’m also having too much fun building my graphics portfolio – even if it’s just friends and family who benefit.  I just made the invites for my bestie’s sophisticated Mexican fiesta shower soirée in October, and I’m really tickled by the finished product.  Now my mom and I are neck-deep in the planning, but we make a good team.

I do apologize for being so MIA over the last 2 months, and without any warning.  As you can see I’ve been a little preoccupied, and sometimes its nice to give yourself a little breather from it all, whatever it may be.  I plan to take October by storm, so let’s make it a good one together.  Lots of love & kisses from me & Charlie.


Came & went

July 1, 2015

Cardiff blooming

It’s somehow already Wednesday but I wanted to share my thoughts because my weekend was especially mellow and I don’t want to get out of good habits.  I caught up with two close friends yesterday who really know me, and they put some good perspective in my world.  You never know where this crazy life is going to take you, and sometimes I feel like I’m too old to start something new or pursue something that will take me away from the little routines I’ve created.  I’ve never been afraid of change.  I’ve had my fear of failure but have been humbled throughout my 27 years and have learned to deal with failure [better].  I’ve never had a lack of passions but rather, suffer from too many passions that I worry I’ll never see all of them through.  I don’t want to wake up when I’m 50 and feel bummed that I missed an opportunity or that I didn’t go for something I’ve always craved.  I don’t have any specifics at the moment, but I’m feeling inspired to pursue a few feelings that have always consumed me.  I also don’t have any answers, but I am encouraged by my friends and family who know me too well and can recognize and support my need for challenge and inspiration and stimulation.  So I encourage you to do the same – you’re not too old, either.  Don’t let your doubts & fear consume you.  Let yourself figure out what you really want and pursue your dreams whole-heartedly.  Maybe you will fail or maybe you will realize what you thought you wanted isn’t all its chalked up to be.  Maybe you don’t even know what your dreams are yet, but I encourage you to at least listen to and explore those little thoughts in your head.  Sometimes they’re nothing, and sometimes they’re everything.

A very happy birthday to my second mom KIT Croff.  I am so thankful for the beauty, support, love & laughs she brings to my life.  I will never forget when my brother changed her name to ‘IT’ on our voice-announce caller ID.  She will always be the most incomprehensible texter and the sugar cookie master.  She will always give the best hugs and have that contagious belly laugh that you can’t control once you stop.  Just a few reasons why she is – and always will be – so special ♥

Fourth of July inspo coming tomorrow!

P.S. I desperately want this dress.


I have had THE worst luck with record players lately, but at least my record collection continues to awesomely grow – I’ve always had a weird obsession with Beethoven

Date day & margs at Cafe Cayote in Old Town, followed by a quick peek at my best friend’s wedding venue happening in October!

My new dress via eBay – I love a lot of things Laurence Kazar

The gorgeous Sunday sunset – makes me think of my favorite meme