Category Archives: not being part of the group

not my day

Hey, Red Dress Clubbers (and anyone else wandering in)…it’s me, Katie from Sluiter Nation.  This is my other blog where I write about stuff that I feel just doesn’t vibe with what Sluiter Nation is about–my immediate family and our … Continue reading

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left behind for the best

Six bridesmaid dresses. Ten friends and counting…pairing off. rings and flowers and vows. young brides. doting grooms. happy lives. new homes. gifts from registries. swelling tummies. growing families. over a dozen babies born. smiling and celebrating with them. as I … Continue reading

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