IN her new video pop singer and UK X Factor judge Tulisa sings “Forgive me for what I have done”.

It’s an unfortunate lyric, especially when coupled with images of the singer suggestively licking ice cream and posing in various stages of undress.

Because it comes just days after Tulisa accused her ex-boyfriend of leaking a sex tape of the two onto the internet.

Fans are now questioning whether the sex tape was just a publicity stunt to boost her profile ahead of the video release.

One wrote on Twitter: “Tulisa Contostavlos releases new single about being young and making mistakes, what a huge coincidence.”

Another posted: “Waitttt, tulisa’s clip gets leaked 2 days before she releases her first single #publicitystunt.”

The lyrics to We Are Young do seem strange in light of the sex tape:

Forgive me for what I have done cos I’m young, yeah I’m young.

I don’t mean to frighten you off, it’s just fun, its just fun.

I’ll make mistake that I learn from cos I’m young, yeah I’m young.

I’m sorry I’m not even done, cos I’m young, yeah I’m young.

Don’t worry bout what I’ll become, it’s just fun, it’s just fun.

Tulisa, 23, has also posted a video on YouTube in which she says she confronted her ex, Justin Edwards, over the sex tape.

“This is someone that I loved, that I trusted, that meant the world to me, that I feel deeply betrayed by. I am sure that everyone at home has had intimate moments with someone they cared about and never expected at any point that they would go and share it with the rest of the world,” she says in the video.

WA MODEL Tiah Delaney speaks candidly about the “warped” nature of the fashion industry and how she was told her curves made her look “cheap” and “tarty”.

As a standard size-eight woman who also has a D-cup chest size, the stunning 26-year-old from WA said she often received criticism for her natural curves.

She spoke to The Sunday Times after posing in the limited-edition Muse collection by international burlesque star Dita Von Teese. The range features feminine, vintage-inspired dresses and caters to women sized from 8-20.

“In an industry of girls with boyish figures, I’ve been told having boobs make me look fat, makes the clothes look cheap or tarty,” Delaney said. “I find this hilarious because you’re selling clothes to women but telling them they’ll be chastised if they dare look like women. It’s a very strange mentality.”

Delaney signed with Vivien’s as a teenager, and has posed for Dazed and Confused magazine, Vanity Fair and French Playboy.

“I always had a lot of confidence growing up, but I did go through a phase early in my career before I started to do well where I was really insecure because I was different,” Delaney said. “Once I realised you just have to own it, your shape and your quirks. These things worked more in my favour than against.

“Sure, there might be more commercial or men’s magazine models out there with my size and shape, but you’ve got to understand in fashion I’m an anomaly.”

After having a baby in 2009, Delaney said she felt the pressure to slim down quickly.

“I worked really hard to get back in shape after having a baby, and quite quickly,” she said. Initially it wasn’t my plan to, but I was offered a couple of really great campaigns quite soon after giving birth and I chose to take them. So I had to work at looking as good as I could.

“Saying that, I don’t think that’s a pressure that most women should have on them it’s just what’s required of my job.”

Von Teese, who was recently in Australia for the L’Oreal Melbourne Fashion Festival, said it was essential that the collection catered to all sizes.

“That was one of my primary goals and it’s always been really important to me,” she said. “It was amazing to see in the fittings that some of these dresses look better on a plus-size model than the standard-size models.

“I had so many beautiful dresses in my collection that I wear year after year after year, and they never look dated. I wanted to bring these lost designs to people who love vintage, but don’t want to look like they are starring in a costume drama.”

Not exactly Green Acres, but I recently left my job as a plus-size fashion model and my coveted one-bedroom apartment in New York City for Newton, Mass. to intern on a non-profit CSA farm. Two weeks have passed since I moved most of my things into storage and unpacked a small remainder into a bedroom of the 125-year-old farmhouse, in all appearances a picturesque B&B. My yoga clothes made the farm cut; my Manolos didn’t. Leaving wasn’t easy — the irony of going away parties is that they make going away sadder — but it wasn’t difficult. My excitement far outweighed any reservations. When other models commented (in wonder and horror) on the hardship, the dirt, the long hours, the financial down-step, the extremity of the transition, I thought: Yes! Exactly.

Raised in rural Wisconsin, my cherished childhood memories are of gardening with my father, climbing into rabbit cages, swimming with baby ducks in a kiddie pool, milking goats and checking for eggs in cool mornings under warm, brooding hens. Equally valuable were chores like hauling hay, shoveling out the horse pen, or passing tools to my father as he fought diligently with various engines. The small log cabin had an even smaller upstairs addition. It was heated by one huge enameled cast-iron Sears & Roebuck wood stove that baked unevenly and over which our clothes hung to dry in the winter. There were sleigh rides with bells on the harness and homemade hot cocoa.

Boiling down maple syrup, canning, and oiling leather: Basically, I grew up in the late 1800s. Today my parents would be hip, taking part in something like “sustainable subsistence agriculture” or “homesteading.” But then we were just poor. We had commodity cheese and peanut butter, powdered milk, and copious amounts of cornmeal.

When my father died in late 2010 of a sudden heart attack, my driving ambition for material wealth and social status fell in pieces around me. Security, I had irrevocably learned, was an illusion. While I packed away his tools for wood, leather or machine and their resulting products, one impulse filled me: If I can’t take it with me, then I want to leave behind things I made, not bought. A giving instead of a getting. My great grandfather’s hand-forged bolt threader and horse shoes were in the basement. Two prior generations of sewing materials lay in a basket, and baking utensils were in the cupboards. Some distilled genetic programming seemed to awaken: an inheritance of competency, practicality, and productivity.

Returning to New York after the funeral, my prior life felt like a dried out husk, strange and unrecognizable. Last July, I visited my friends Megan Talley and Joshua Faller on Newton Community Farm and fell in love. This was what I was looking for. Eventually, by mutual enthusiasm, a position as intern was established for this year. I had already been writing from my point of view in the fashion industry about sustainable lifestyles, diet, and women’s health and media representation here for The Huffington Post. But many of my childhood peers are involved directly in a new agricultural movement and economy gaining momentum, and I wanted to be a part of it. Like a homecoming.

These first weeks have started slowly, as the farm awakens with the season and I’ve gone from feeling an “interloper” to “resident.” We have seeded onions, beets, swiss chard, leeks and parsley in the greenhouse on tables equipped with heat mats and insulated by a low-framed tunnel of plastic sheeting. I was ecstatically proud when my beets and chard were the first to break ground, as if they reflected well on me personally, while also being enthralled by the simple process of life sprouting from almost nothing into green. We mowed and mulched the medicinal flower beds. We cleaned out the barn.

I’ve learned such terms as “dibbler” (a grid-like device of wood and screws for indenting each cell of the seedling packs with a hole for the seeds), “fishing” (when the seedlings are fertilized just before transplanting to the ground by an organic compound of leftover fish parts), and “hardening off” (when the seedlings are tempered to the outside climate for a few days before transplanting). I’ve adjusted to the waking cycle of the sun, rising easily at daybreak and becoming absurdly groggy with twilight. The intermittent seasonal cold has matched my impulse to hibernate, and the quiet has emptied my mind. My body feels incredibly relieved and in some kind of essential unity with the coming and going of the days, the sun, and the warming of seasons.

I have yet to truly miss the city. I do have twinges of longing for the pedestrian conveniences of the neighborhood, the 24-hour deli and its cooler of Ben & Jerry’s and the restaurants. I also have twinges when I remember the traffic, the rush hour commute on the train, drunk couples fighting at the bus stop under my bedroom window and the greasy 24-hour diner junk food. I miss my people, but I don’t miss all the other people.

Perhaps I’m not closer to life in general — New York City is as lively as it gets — but closer to an essential process of life. I once heard that humans seek out natural environments because nature is not in resistance to itself. Having finally accepted the truth that my father is gone, I am surrendering my resistance as well.

Finding a new pair of jeans could mean spending an entire day in the mall.

Enter store. Pull several different styles and sizes. Leave in a huff when none of them fit. Repeat.

A10-year-old body scanning system, called Me-Ality (Measured Reality), promises to end those fitting room frustrations. Me-Ality scanners, the only scanners able to scan a clothed body, use 200,000 data points to estimate your body type and help you find the best fitting jeans and pants at stores in the mall.

The company, which merged with a competitor in 2009, upgraded technology and relaunched last year in 54 malls around the country including Perimeter, North Point, Arbor Place and Cumberland Malls.

“Whatever your body type is, we help you find the designer that has that cut for your body type,” said Wil Slaton, area manager over Georgia. “All manufacturers make their cuts a little differently.”

Tell us about it. Clothing sizes in the U.S. were once based on statistical data from the 1940s and 50s. Not only does American society include more diverse body types, but the clothing industry has engaged in vanity sizing which might, for example, slap a size 10 label on a garment closer to a size 12. As a result, size is rarely a reliable measure for finding clothing that fits.

Though only participating retailers in the mall are included among the initial results, shoppers can use a receipt from their scan to visit Me-Ality booths at other malls for additional store recommendations or they can get recommendations online from nearly 50 participating retailers or brands nationwide including Gap, Old Navy, DKNY Jeans, and J. Crew.

The number of matches any one person gets depends on their body type and the retailers in the mall, Slaton said. “If you are in the size two-to-six range you get a lot. Once you get into the 12 or 14 sizes, it will be based on the [number] of retailers that carry those sizes,” he said.

One shopper at Cumberland Mall received 20 matches after being scanned, but learned that one store no longer carried the jeans recommended. Another recommendation was for jeans at the Gap, but the Cumberland Mall location closed earlier this year. The scanner at Perimeter Mall is currently out of service, and according to Slaton, has to be replaced with a new machine.

“You kind of caught us with our pants down,” said Slaton when asked about the issues. “There are some things we have to work through. Our partners may close down places in the mall…and fashion is ever-changing. Is that a broken piece in our system, no. Is it a sign of the times? Yes.”

A Me-Ality demonstration at Cumberland Mall attracted a number of shoppers last week including Angelique Brown, 19, of Powder Springs. She admitted to being a little confused. “I thought I had to pose in it,” Brown said. “It was very awkward because I didn’t know what was going on.”

Brown ended up with nine suggestions for jeans including brands such as American Eagle, DKNY jeans, Blue Asphalt and White House Black Market. Unlike some visitors, she wasn’t surprised by her sizes, which were mostly size five. “I’m skinny, but I have a little curve, so it was understandable,” said Brown who usually wears anything from a size zero to a size three.

She is planning another trip to the mall this week to test the results. “I am looking forward to trying it. I feel like every female should know their shape and what size they are,” Brown said. “Some women go by what they see on the scale, but what they need to go by is what shape they are.”

New York Fashion Week was buzzing Thursday not so much about what happened on the runway but what occurred next to it on the front row the day before.

Zelda Kaplan, a celebrated Manhattan socialite and women’s rights activist,  collapsed Wednesday as super models, donning designer Joanna Mastroianni’s latest creations, walked the runway at Lincoln Center.

One witness told the New York Daily News that Kaplan’s eyelids “started to flutter” as the show was getting under way, and then she was out. Another attendee said she thought Kaplan, who had just had her photo taken in a striking red and black dress with matching hat, had just fainted. “She flopped over in my lap,” Ruth Finley, publisher of The Fashion Calendar, told The New York Times.

Kaplan was carried from the runway but couldn’t be revived. She was later pronounced dead at St. Luke’s-Roosevelt Hospital Center.

A regular at night clubs and social events, Kaplan was known for being in the company of the rich and famous. On its website, New York magazine carried a picture of the “beloved party animal” posing with rapper Snoop Dogg at Capitale on the Bowery.

More than a decade into the Cold War, in the fall of 1959, Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev made his first visit to the U.S. at the invitation of President Dwight D. Eisenhower. It was one of many political voyages that year as U.S. and Soviet leaders attempted to foster peace and understanding.

During one of those missions, American lifestyle was the focus. Atlanta resident Jacqueline Chester, then a 21-year-old college student from New York, was vaguely aware of political tensions between the U.S. and the Soviet Union when she arrived at Sokolniki Park in Russia’s capital city. Chester was a model for the American National Exhibition in Moscow, a seven-week event in the summer of 1959, designed to give Russians an intimate look at American life.

“I knew about the existence of a Cold War, but I didn’t fear an actual outbreak,” said Chester, who was thrilled to take her first trip out of the country. Her experience is the subject of a community discussion at the Auburn Avenue Research Library. Chester, a playwright, will also read from her upcoming memoirs of the trip.

“I have so many rich memories,” said Chester, who traveled and absorbed Russian culture when she wasn’t walking the runways. She met many interesting people and returned home with the kind of cultural understanding that seemed to elude a country immersed in segregation. “People [thought] of Russians as being austere, strange people, but I found them very much like everyone else,” she said.

As a student at the Fashion Institute of Technology studying apparel design, Chester was approached by a school official with the opportunity of a lifetime. “She asked me, what are you doing this summer,” Chester said. “I said I was working in a department store. She said, ‘How would you like to go to Moscow?’ I thought she was talking about Moscow, Idaho.”

Chester was among the 47 professional and amateur models selected for the Moscow-bound fashion show. The show was one of several installations at the exhibition, which took place on 11 acres of the park. Other attractions included a model American home — which sparked the Kitchen Debate between Khrushchev and U.S. Vice President, Richard Nixon — a cosmetics display from makeup maven, Helena Rubinstein and panorama of the American Landscape.

The 35-minute fashion show, produced by Leonard Hankin, vice president of Bergdorf Goodman, featured scenes from American life including a backyard barbecue and a civil wedding ceremony. The fashions included shirtwaist dresses, bathing suits, evening gowns and pants.

“We were concerned that they would change the format and we would have to relearn everything,” Chester said. But Hankin stuck to his vision, minus some of the integrated scenes, and the show went on.

Chester performed in two fashion shows per day for $200 a week. After the shows, attendees would gather to greet the models. They wanted autographs, invited them to fancy restaurants and clubs, and women sought to buy the models’ personal clothing off their backs.

She also met interesting Americans in Russia including Jamaican-born Robert Robinson, who in 1930 accepted a one-year position in Russia as an automotive specialist only to be refused an exit visa until 1974.

“He thought he could return home whenever he wanted to,” said Chester who accompanied Robinson on visits to the Bolshoi Theatre.

Chester left the country thinking she would never see Robinson again, but decades later, he appeared on a talk show promoting his book about 44 years in the Soviet Union. Two years before his death, Chester reunited with her friend at Union Station in Washington, D.C. where he had lived since re-entering the U.S.

She signed with the Grace Del Marco Agency in New York, one of the first black-owned model agencies that helped launch the career of actors such as Diahann Carroll and Cicely Tyson. Chester’s jobs included advertisements for a milliner, a feature in the New York Times Magazine and the 1961 album cover of “The Nearness of You: Ballads Played By Red Garland.”

In 1964, she left modeling for marriage to the late Charles Chester — the boy next door from her Harlem neighborhood — and motherhood. After moving to Atlanta, Chester turned to writing as a creative outlet. Her most recent work, the play “A Conversation Between Malcolm X and President Barack Obama,” ran earlier this year at Emory University’s White Hall.

Chester thought her memories of seven weeks in Russia were history until Hue, FIT’s alumni magazine, contacted her for a feature story. For the first time in years, she delved into her memorabilia from the trip. Like a Matryoshka doll opening, her memories unfolded from crinkled edges of photographs, letters and books until finally, more than a half-century later, they were captured by Chester’s pen.

AUSTRALIAN No1s Samantha Stosur and Bernard Tomic and returning queen Serena Williams all scored first-up wins at the joint WTA and ATP tournament in Miami.

EAfter enjoying a bye in the opening round, sixth-seeded Stosur cruised into the third round of the women’s event with a 6-4 6-0 victory over Russian qualifier Valeria Savinykh.

The US Open champion next faces South African Chanelle Scheepers.

Tomic booked a meeting with Spanish fifth seed David Ferrer after downing Ukraine’s Sergiy Stakhovsky 7-6 (7-4) 6-3 in the men’s first round.

But fellow Australian Matt Ebden lost a seesawing night match to American Sam Querrey 6-1 5-7 7-5 after producing a stirring fightback after losing the first set in just 24 minutes.

While it was a low-key day for the men, a host of women’s stars were in action, including Serena Williams, who made a triumphant WTA return in her first tournament match since the Australian Open.

Williams beat China’s Zhang Shuai 6-2 6-3 after being sidelined by a left ankle injury.

The former world No.1 fired six aces and connected on 64 per cent of her first serves while surrendering only one break to advance into the third round with an 80-minute victory.

“I was a little bit rusty and a little bit nervous too,” Williams said.

“I haven’t played here for so long and I wanted to do well. So I was really nervous out there, but I think now I’ve gotten one under I’ll be better.

“I’m always a little nervous in the first round. I kind of chill out after that,” Williams said. “Last time I played I played horrible and I was thinking as long as I don’t hit a ball into the stands I’ll be good.

“I didn’t do that today, so it worked out well for me.”

The 13-time grand slam singles champion will next face Italy’s Roberta Vinci, who ousted Bulgarian Tsvetana Pironkova 7-5 6-1.

Williams played for the US Fed Cup team last month, winning two singles matches in a 5-0 World Group II victory over Belarus.

But she had not been in a tour match since losing to Russia’s Ekaterina Makarova in the round of 16 at Melbourne.

Five-time Miami winner Williams, the 10th seed on the women’s side of the $US9.6 million ($A9.27 million) event, withdrew before her Brisbane quarter-final match because of the ankle injury in her only other WTA start this year.

Kim Clijsters also continued her comeback from injury, ousting German 14th seed Julia Goerges 6-2 7-5 to reach the third round.

And second-seeded Russian Maria Sharapova beat Israeli Shahar Peer 4-6 6-3 6-3 in her second-round match.

Actually, nothing personal here.

Well, almost nothing. The vague adolescent-era memories of being bullied by other girls shouldn’t really count. It was back in the Soviet times, and sharing a Spartan room with 14 teenage girls at a Young Pioneer camp for almost the entire summer put us all in rather Darwinian conditions. The fittest and most obnoxious thrived. The shier ones survived, but barely. I happened to be among the latter.

But it was way long ago anyway. Since then, I’ve been really blessed with girl-friends – loyal, understanding and trustworthy. Even so, the stability and authenticity of all types of female interactions has long been a source of an argument with my boyfriend. He insists friendships women are capable of sustaining are way less lasting and reliable than those existing between guys. Not to mention other, less close rapports, such as those between female colleagues and strangers when women can act like monsters to each other.

Well, he surely knows what he’s talking about – his sandbox buddies are his best friends still. My closest girl-friends date back to late high school and university years. But what I do tend to agree with is that girls, adult ones now, could indeed be excruciatingly mean to each other.

“Look at her dress. She looks like a cow in it!” “No, more like an oversized female pig!” “And her guy’s ugly as hell!” “They make a nice couple, don’t they? That bitch finally found a mate, wow! How long would that one last?” This impressively profound stream of consciousness is an excerpt from a rather mundane Facebook chatter – a bunch of girls who are “Facebook friends” discussing a photo of another woman renowned in Moscow high life (the image was, of course, dug out from a celebrity gossip website.) And one comes across a legion of such virtual exchanges on a daily basis.

Psychologists call this the fastest-growing social disease. Facebook and other social media provide a very welcoming arena for this kind of indirect female bullying – compulsive gossiping often mounting to verbal aggression of frightening levels. While teenage “mean girls” bitch about peers behind their backs, grown up females do so behind computer and iPhone screens. The virtual world provides unlimited and retaliation-free space for mocking and shunning and attacking reputations, and women seem to champion in this sport on a grand scale. They are more avid social media fans in the first place – recent studies show that females use Facebook and other networks at least 10% more than males.

So have girls really become meaner lately or is obnoxiousness our innate quality that’s coming out so strongly these days thanks to the opportunities the Digital Age provides? (My partner strongly believes in the latter.) Experts studying gender behavior suggest the answer lies in the different ways girls and boys are brought up. While it’s okay for guys to fight with each other – verbally and physically – girls are raised, as the old song goes, to be “made of sugar and spice and everything nice.” Not encouraged to engage in confrontations and openly express anger, women unconsciously learn to manifest their resentments indirectly, through various acts of what psychologists call “social” or “relational” aggression.

Besides, girls compete with each other a good deal, too. We might not be quick to admit it, but we really do – perhaps even more fiercely than men. But since the society doesn’t approve of this either, females compete with each other in veiled ways. Minding the perfectionist strain many modern women possess fueled by the celebrity culture, we are so prone to comparing each others’ looks, outfits, men, children, careers, paychecks and what not. Constant comparison sometimes leads to social aggression or plain bitchery and sometimes, before we become aware of it, to envy. Some of us camouflage our insecurities in the form of all that gossiping, attacking other women’s flaws and other immature behaviors.

Some say that for a woman, it’s harder to find a true female buddy than it is to find a mate. This is not far from true, I believe, and where do I begin to stress the importance of female interactions (we literally get a high from girl-talk and emotional bonding with other women – I did a column about that last year – . But I also realize that I’ve managed to maintain long and trusting friendships with girls only having convinced myself early on to switch off comparison and competition with them. Same goes for dealing with girls at work.

And as far as the modern-day female bullying is concerned, I’d simply ask for… mercy – towards ourselves first, and then to others. All of us have insecurities, and life is challenging enough without loading it with useless verbal garbage.

Last August, as summer was winding down, a new business venture started for Adrienne Castellano, a Verona resident for the past 20 years. Say “I Do” Bridal Boutique in Caldwell found a new owner and it’s been a rewarding experience for both Castellano and the store ever since. Bringing in new lines of wedding dresses and updating the selections for the mother of the bride and mother of the groom has helped Castellano create an inventory that is unique compared to other stores in the area. The reward for Castellano is that she always sees new faces and it’s a happy time for her customers.

How did Castellano come to own the store? It was a case of being in the right place at the right time and pursuing the right opportunity. The previous owners were considering closing the store. Castellano, who had been working there as a seamstress for three years, loved the customer interaction and couldn’t fathom a closing. This was her opportunity, and while she’s busier than she’s ever been, there are no regrets.  Her industry knowledge and work with brides made this new venture a perfect fit.  Her favorite part of owning a bridal shop? “Dress buying trips in New York, and the stories people share with me.”

However, her talents reside not only in the bridal world.  Some of you may remember Castellano from the Yum Yum Cooking class she taught for several years at the Verona Community Center where children learned how to cook foods ranging from chicken dishes to the infamous ice cream sandwich cake.Back to dresses. The walls of the boutique are lined with all the latest dress styles available; enough to make a prospective customer want to put one on they minute they walk in the door. While Castellano fielded a reporter’s questions, she also worked with a bride, Gina, who was in for her first fitting. As Castellano attached adornments and accessories, the bride said several times, “Yay! I love my dress.” Every bride should feel that way and Castellano, along with her husband who originally made the sale while she was on a business trip, is there to help make that happen.

Although the store name focuses on weddings, there are also dresses available for First Holy Communion, Prom, Eighth grade formals, and flower girls. With prom season not far away, she has a full line of Dave & Johnny designs with basic sizes in the store. Most of these dresses only take two to three days to arrive once ordered, compared to the six to 12 weeks for wedding and mother-of-the bride dresses. Some new additions to the store’s inventory are baptism gowns and tuxedo rentals for weddings and proms. If you’re looking for something very original, there is a unique service offered at Say “I Do;” Castellano puts her seamstress experience to work by giving new life to wedding dresses and making them into baptism gowns.

Say “I Do” Bridal Boutique is located at 382 Bloomfield Avenue next to Jack’s IGA Foodtown and across the street from the Ringside Pub. The dress collection and selection range from classic to contemporary, including what Castellano describes as the “2012 year of embellishments and flowers.” If you’re in a pinch for timing, there is an inventory of wedding dresses, mother’s dresses, and prom dresses that are available for immediate purchase.

Bridal Show producers in the United States, Canada and the U.K. are announcing a milestone after a little more than 30 days since the start of the Free Wedding Invitations Campaign 10,000 brides will be able to receive complimentary wedding invitations, designed, printed and shipped.

Driving traffic to an online site in the wedding industry is hard enough, but increasing foot traffic to an actual event…?

In February 2012, site started reaching out to bridal show producers offering free wedding invitations to all guests as an incentive to attend their shows. The campaign provides significant savings to couples (who also receive a free custom website), and a notable increase in attendance to show producers.

“As the producer of Show Bride, I believe this is a great option for brides looking to gain extra savings just for coming out to our shows,” says Emer Lunasin, Show Bride Show Producer from Virginia Beach, VA

“Great Promotion! Brides need all the help they can get. I highly recommend this to any bridal show producer. Brides were asking for them at the door!” says Wally Martin, Cinderella Bridal Show Producer, Langley BC.

The 2012 campaign was built with the PartyPop.com marketing budget. “We just think it’s more effective for the brand awareness of Bridal Shows to offer free products to people when they actually need them,” a representative at PartyPop.com says. The numbers in attendance and orders have been increasing as wedding planning season is now in full swing.

The body of a woman authorities have been searching the water from Boyle Park and downstream for since Wednesday has been found.

Lt. Terry Hastings with Little Rock police say the body was found at Col. Glenn and 36th Street.

The body has not been removed from the water. They also don’t have any identification for her.

Police got the call around 8 p.m. Wednesday night about the body of a female stuck under the north side of the bridge in the park.

Officials attempted to retrieve the body, but were unsuccessful as it slipped further in the rushing waters. They suspended the search late Wednesday night and resumed early Thursday morning.

Lt. Terry Hastings with LRPD says they got the call around 8 p.m. Wednesday. When they arrived, the body of a female was stuck under the north side of the bridge in the park.

Police say they do not have any missing persons at this time, so they’re investigating the circumstances.

Arkansas Bride editor Lindsay Irvin has three easy steps that will help you reduce the stress when planning your big day. Click on the link to see the full interview!

1. Make one big decision at a time
A wise wedding planner once said that brides can reduce stress by simply making one decision for their wedding each month. Give yourself time to think about the choices you have in front of you – like if you’re deciding between two venues or photographers – compare packages and prices fairly, decide, and then move on with no second-guessing. Bride Magazine has a new E-Newsletter that you can sign up for that will help you. Brides just enter their wedding date and each month you’ll receive an email with what decision or task you need to do next.

2. Accept help
Just because you’ve been dreaming of this day for your whole life doesn’t mean you can execute your dream without extra help. When friends and family volunteer their time or services, take it! There are also many great wedding planners in the state that are well worth carving out room in your budget.

3. Compromise
Maybe you don’t think you can afford a planner or a certain photography, but you should consider compromising for the things that are truly most important to you. Irvin says she always tells brides to consider sacrificing something (maybe the candy bar or the fireworks demonstration) to afford the stuff that they really, really want. And if there is something in your budget that you are not willing to give up, but it’s really expensive, compromise somewhere else. A good example would be calligraphy. It’s beautiful and impactful on wedding invitations, but it can be expensive (sometimes costing $5 per envelope). You can compromise here by buying a custom calligraphy stamp from a local stationery store to address your envelopes instead of hiring someone to hand write each one.