Wedded Bliss

Wedding season came and went, and each time I am reminded of the fun and memorable moment when my husband and I both made our vows, 10 years ago. I want to say the day was blissfully perfect, but as many of you know, nothing ever really is.

Flashback to October of 2003, when we were taking our wedding pictures at the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco. I was in a huge tulle confection of a dress, bent over a bush , throwing up. No, I wasn’t hungover, but my nerves had gotten the best of me, I hadn’t really eaten breakfast, and I was deliriously hungry.

My bridesmaids (while laughing-of course) were trying to hold up my veil, my dress, and my hair!! My Groom nervously looked on, with a napkin in his hands. My youngest brother ran to a couple picnicking nearby and asked for some crackers and an apple. Revived and somewhat nourished by these humble offerings, I soldiered on to make it to the reception with my dress relatively vomit free!

This past Summer I had the joy of styling a modest dessert table for a young and beautiful bride! Her only request was for a beach/shells theme, using the colors turquoise and coral. My daughter even helped a bit by painting some seashells a glittered gold. Her friends had also ordered these delicious, boutique style cupcakes from Poppadee’s, in Napa.

Lai, the Bride, has a very bright, fun, and energetic personality. I wanted the table to reflect this. Her Groom, Wade, is a true gentleman. They truly are a wonderful couple! For the table, I also brought out some of my milk glass collection, featuring two vases, two 1950’s wedding boxes by Westmoreland and two 1960’s pedestal cake plates by Anchor Hocking. Lai has a big megawatt smile, and made for such a gorgeous Bride!

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Wild flowers

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I love flowers. Not the ones with a scent so heavy it’ll make your head spin (I mean really, who wants a spinning head), but the unscented ones. The dainty ones with little delicate petals, or the ones that just would never make it in a bridal bouquet of some sort. Most would call them weeds, but I prefer to see them as the nonconformist variety. Wild flowers.

When I was little I used to pick them all the time, and made little bouquets to give to my mom. And buttercups? Remember those? Little yellow wild flowers that grew on a long stem amongst the clover. One time on a dare a neighbor girl told me the stem tasted like lemons and that I should try one. I dare you, she taunted. So I did, without even blinking. And yes, it was sour, and thank goodness I’m still alive.

Early on I always tried to teach my munchkin that beauty is always around us. The easiest way I could show her this was through our walks, while picking wild flowers along the way. She loves this activity, and I really do cherish it. I never claim to know their names, so we just call them by size or color. Just keepin’ it simple for my 5 year old and my 37 year old brain.

My sister bought this adorable and tiny flower press for my munchkin. As she gave it, my first thought was, Yay for ME!! I love my sister (and yes Sister, if you’re reading this I told your niece you bought it just for HER). So today we cracked it open and put it to good use. Hopefully we did it right. According to the instructions the flower should be ready in 3 weeks. Guess I’ll have to update you on that later. I hope I do my sister proud.

 

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