Dreaming

(Circa 2007 by boy; perhaps, I'll tell you the story someday)   

Oh Africa, how I do love you. Travel is such a luxury; don't you think? I hope I am never remiss in remembering. To cross the ocean divide and experience all that is the great continent of Africa is truly something to be grateful for. And, Isak Dinesen's words from Out of Africa always take me right there . . . 

The cure

I am counting the minutes until the my toes hit the sandy shore. Don't you just love this print from society6? I want to jump right in it. 

The dress

The wedding planning is going . . .going . . . ok, it's not really going. Anywhere. But, I did just join Pinterest and from what I hear, the planning is easy as pie after that. Right?

So, let's talk wedding dress. I am thinking whimsical, romantic, antiquated, lacey, simple, dreamy, ethereal, vintage, clean. I know, I know, I really need to narrow my focus. Oye. Here are some that I'm oohing and ahhhing about . . .

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The stone

 

In the past year, I had only sent boy one jewelry designer, mentioning that anything from Miss Sarah Perlis would suit me just fine. In the midst of conversation a few weeks ago, he appeared oblivious to this request and couldn't recall that I had sent him anything. I shook it off, reminding myself that he had good taste and capable to find a jeweler himself.

Movie Night

The outdoor movie night was a hit, or at least, I think it was! I didn’t let the dreary day of clouds and raindrops get me down. After surrendering to the fact it would not be a back lawn filming, I grabbed my toolbox and nailed the sheet screen right to the porch posts. A few strands of lights, candles, gin martinis and homemade kettle corn in these oh so cute popcorn buckets (mine were from Target) really made the evening. Some of our guests stayed until the wee hours of the morning so we featured Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark and Back to the Future, and guests mimicked the nostalgic lines of ‘Indy’ and ‘Marty McFly’ all evening.  

To the lake, we go.

Only one week until glorious days at the lake, and I am so looking forward to . . .

The 'Story'

(the only photo of us I snagged in the moment*)

That wasn’t very nice of me. I promised you ‘the story’ yesterday, and I was a no show.

Before I go on and on, you should know that Philip and I have known each other and maintained a heart-wrenching but amicable friendship for quite some time. Though, from the end of year one to the end of year three, we were apart, divided between states. He in Washington D.C. Me in Boston. It was a tragic three years; just ask my sister.

On Sunday morning this past weekend, Philip had planned to invite me to a morning of Eastern Market activities. Have you heard of D.C.’s Eastern Market? It is a girls' dream- jewelry vendors, fruit stands, boutique pop up stands, and cafes close by with delectable brunch selections. Well, I walked right into his trap, on Saturday  afternoon, I pleaded that we go the market over the weekend, since we had yet to visit this summer season. I should have known he was up to something as he smiled and nodded agreeably.