Thursday, August 19, 2010
DIY ideas
Bahahah!!!! I love DIY ideas from East Side Bride. I love mason Jars, therefore I love Martha Steward too.
Im going camping this weekend, (is it Friday yet?) and i really want to make some of these DIY smore wedding favors for me and my friends.
love love love this DIY fabric flower garland :)
Vintage DIY save the dates. Show your guest all the places you have fallen more in love with each other.
Im OBSESSED with lacy flowers with way too many petals (like cabbage rose and PEONIES). This DIY crepe flower is a perfect solution for a bride who LOVES peonies, but what if they are not in season on your big day?!?
Friday, August 13, 2010
Are Weddings Recession Proof?
Check this out --->Snippet and ink featured a Wedding that only had a $5,000 budget!! I love it.
Here are 43 ideas for fun & cheap dates!!
{Money doesn't buy love}
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Summer Chic Inspiration Board
Colors: Shades of Teal Turquoise and light blue, Banana Yellow, and blush pink.
Brides maid dresses :)
I love mismatching. There are many ways to missmatch you bridesmaids; you can have them wear all the same color but different styles of dresses, you could have the wear the same style dress just different colors, or I have chosen to pick different colors and different dresses to make them each feel unique.(Dresses from Dillards & Anthropology)
This yellow truck and yellow button mums add just the right amount of YELLOW. Who wouldnt want to drive away from their wedding in an old car with tin cans draggin behind?!
Bouquet: (photo from Greenweddingshoes.com)
Peonies are available early summer, but if you are planning a late summer/early fall wedding cabbage rose is a good substitute.
Cake:
These colors are perfect for a late summer chic outdoor wedding.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
–Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Monday, July 26, 2010
Tiffany blue, Tan and Espresso Inspiration Board
12 things i find ridiculously romantic:
beaches
intimate glances amidst crowds
tickling
wildflowers in ball jars
handwritten notes
pouring rain
airport farewells
big open fields
movie nights with wine and popcorn
old fashioned cars
holding hands
picnics