My name is Ang (Rhymes with “flange”). I live in New Hampshire, which, despite popular American opinion, is NOT in Canada.
I never set out to be a wedding planner. I went to school for interior design, then worked as a graphic designer and marketing type person. My event background started out with project management for commercial construction companies, segueing into corporate events and trade shows. Contrary to many people who were seduced into the wedding world by the pageantry, flowers and linens, I learned the structural aspects of events first. A civil engineer drilled time management skills into my brain against my will. I found out how to solve problems that needed to be solved immediately and not get all freaked about it. I learned how to turn very angry people into very happy people. I discovered the keys for getting people to tell you what they want, when they don’t quite know themselves.
While these aren’t the traditional things that mold someone into a wedding planner, I was molded none the less. It gives me a completely different outlook into the planning process, and how to work with my clients, and I think it makes me pretty awesome.
I was what is referred to in polite circles as a “Willful child”. I was stubborn, questioned everything, and surprisingly while this is frowned upon in children, this is precisely what makes you successful as an adult. (Kids take note!) My parents purchased a child psychology book to fix this problem and I promptly flushed it down the toilet. I was six. When I was eight I announced that when I grew up I wanted to be a MILF. (I still do) I’m a huge fan of My Little Pony, and dream of doing a brony wedding some day.
I live with my fantasmical husband (affectionately known as “Panda”), who is basically the opposite of me in every way, shape and form. Tall/short (That pic over there is me in 4″ heels), blonde/brunette, bad boy/geek, analytical/creative, homebody/thrill seeker, musician/tone deaf, vegetables/fried dough, you get the idea. I adore him with every fiber of my being, and every once in awhile he admits to being rather fond of me.
I’m a dog person, we have three, they’re all rather large, hairy, drooly and have their own theme song. I like bread; as in used to want to go to prison when I was little so I could eat bread every day. Before I die I want a pet otter named “Flibberty Gibbet”, and to compete in an Oxen pull with Scottish Highland steers I shall christen as “Fluffy” and “Grumpy Butt”.
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