I’ll play. I know there’s this Tuesday thing for shoes, and whilst I refuse to refer to it by name, I’ll bite, finally. Too-large shoes, Banana Republic, Spring 2009. Neon socks, J. Crew, Winter/Spring 2010. P.S. Wednesday on a Tuesday will return, just a little late.
Following last night’s Starck-induced chairgasms via Emeco, I now present another ultimate want, Starck’s Mademoiselle chair. Favorite iteration? Transparent frame with chinese blue fabric. Want. Mademoiselle Printed Chair, Philippe Starck, $860
We’re having a fairly small, relaxed, and super yummy rehearsal dinner. As per our request, JP’s parents are hosting the dinner at one of the local mexican restaurants. Of course, because I’m obsessed with designing anything that will stand still long enough for me to attack it, they let me do the invitations. I made...
Yesterday morning I was climbing the walls. Our invitations were in LaGrange, on the truck for delivery, but weren’t scheduled to be delivered until 4:30 pm. After refreshing the FedEx tracking page about 400 times, I began to consider chasing down the truck. How could I possibly wait all day when I knew they were...
When deciding on colors for our invitation suite, I initially had a bit of a problem. You see, I wanted a few things… Both of “our colors” Somehow, during this whole wedding planning thing, two colors emerged– a process cyan and magenta. This is very visible in our engagement shoot, as JP rocked socks in...
I decided. I did it. I manned up and made a bridal decree. I grew some bridal balls. I put on my big-girl hat. Tonight, I officially decided on bridesmaids dresses. Color? Decided. Dress? Official. Much to my surprise, the walls didn’t crumble, the earth didn’t spin off of its axis, and nobody is mad...
Interestingly enough, one of the things that I did not give a flying flip about in the beginning of wedding planning was flowers. I had no desire for massive amounts of flowers– nothing over the top, no girly stuff, nothing of the sort. No pink was to come anywhere near the wedding. During this minimalist...
