WHOOSH:

 

That is the sound of six months,
flying by at the speed of something very fast indeed.

The Boyo and I decided on our site yesterday!

Honestly,
that is one the hardest parts of planning a wedding–
once you have a site reserved,
you can actually start going ahead with the rest of your plans for
rentals, vendors, food…

but what I’m reallyreally looking forward to
are all the little things,
like Art Noveau centerpieces
filled with jasmine and peonies and roses,
and maybe a couch fort in the library of our location because
HELL YES is why,
and maybe strings of paper snowflakes made of pretty tissue paper
that catch the light and diffuse it.

I’m looking forward to holding his hand and grinning like idiots
because we will be surrounded by the people we love most in the world.

Light and color and friends.

Perfect.

 

Sneak Peek of the Villa. …I KNOW.
(photo by Stephanie Williams Photography)

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Guess What?

 

 

Just a Little Bit of Sunshine:

 

We drove to Manzanita Beach, and stopped (naturally) at the Tillamook factory for ice cream on the way. OM NOM.

 

I am sneaky. Sneeaaaaakyyyyyy.

 

You know it’s love when he’s still cute with a mouth full of sandwich.

 

 

I love Powell’s books. So much.

 

This was the second time Aimee and I met in person (We’ve been friends online since 2003). I love that we just talked and talked and talked for an entire day–she’s amazing.

 

This is Jon. This is Kristine. They’re pretty damn great.

 

 

Tagline: “Good Things Come in Pink Boxes.” Yes. Yes, they do.

Pearls! PEARLS!

 

Just found this article on The Hairpin,
and just about died of *glurg*ing:

 

“Here, thousands of pieces of Hollywood history are crammed into drawers and trays. Open up one blue drawer, and you might find snakes; another could be all bejeweled daggers. The opposite wall is stacked floor to ceiling with black velvet-lined trays. This is where the most coveted pieces have been carefully catalogued, ordered first by type, and then by gem color.”

 

Eugene Joseff created this necklace for Leigh.

 

Holy. Crap.

 

What I love about Joseff is that he was crazy about historical accuracy,
and he did it with Swarovski crystals, paste jewelry, and gold-plating.
I love that he made stunning jewelry out of ordinary things.

When I become a production designer,
you betcherass I’ll be renting jewelry from Joseff’s.

Merry Christmas:

 

Christmas Eve is better with an Octopus.

 

Tonight,
the Boyo and I took Nami and our friends’ wiggly pup, Spaghetti,
to the park to run around for a while.

There was Christmas Tree Lane,
with old, old Deodars covered in soft colored lights.

We played Book Lovers’ Scrabble until we got too sleepy to be clever.

The dogs are quiet.

So are we.

It’s a good Christmas, loves.

 

Merry Everything.

 

It *almost* makes it feel like it's snowing outside!

Because We Have Forgotten How to Play:

 

Cute, non?

 

See that sweet little thing?
I’ve been wanting to make it since I saw it on Pinterest about,
oh,
two months ago.

I’ve had plenty of time to swing by a store for supplies.
Plenty of time to sit at home and cut out leaves and stitch them together.

But I haven’t.

Because?

Here’s my great big theory:

Adults aren’t “supposed” to play.
We have other things that are “important” to do.

And this makes me so, so sad.

I don’t want to turn fifty and realize that I haven’t made anything in years.
I don’t want to lose the dexterity of my fingers or my mind.
I don’t want to lose my creativity, my ability to say, “Hey, I could make that!”
and actually do it.

Consequently,
I’m starting a Third Thursday Craft Night.

For whatever–
sewing, painting, needlefelt, needlepoint,
making shoe clips, hair flowers, leatherwork;
hell,
if I had a forge,
ironwork.

We all need a time to be creative.

Sometimes,
we have to make appointments with ourselves in order to make that happen.

 

Consider your own bad self invited.

Come make things.

 

(and? if you email me pictures of what you made, and a little blurb about it,
I’ll post them all here!)

Last Night:

 

I dreamt of angel griffins
with exposed vein wings
nudging me with cold noses to be friends

I dreamt of a green tree hive
wonderfully secret
full of the sap of life

I dreamt wonderful dreams
of falling without hurt
fantasy without pretense
nakedness without shame

I woke
covered my nakedness
forgot my fantasy
fell into my car
out to the world
and hurt

 

I wish my car was a griffin.

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