I can still remember those teenaged Friday nights in Memphis, 8 girls in one car, all the windows down, blaring that angsty song as we made a beeline for Beale Street. Fast forward to marriage, babies, careers, and so so much responsibility- and still somehow it’s Friday, it’s Valentine’s, and I’m in love (with this neon sign, too!) Have a great weekend, y’all.
There’s nothing I love more than tracking down clever + updated ways of displaying escort cards, place cards, and table numbers at our weddings. All four of these bad boys cut the mustard with regards to high style.
Clockwise from top left: white ceramic flower place card holders/white ceramic envelope place card holders/intaglio place card holders/vintage brass swan place card holders
Clockwise from top left: Someone got a leetle crazy with a glue gun + copious glitter. Next up, enough with the corks but lace-wrapped corks? Streeeetching it. Next we have the silk flower festooned on crocheted lace hog-tied around a teensy wood stump; I just dry heaved in my vintage tea cup from a flea market in Rustic City. Lastly, the timeless Moulin Rouge combo of black and red, somehow crafted to stand alone in proud rigid ribbon glory. Next time, a simple tent card will suffice, my friends.
I don’t know about y’all, but stick a blowtorch in my right hand and knives in my left and there would be only high-speed s’mores, disastrous free haircuts, and finely-diced salsas around this house. Working with encaustic and layered heated beeswax, Betsy Eby creates these intrinsically dangerous and stunning works off which I just can’t take my eyes. People ask me often what inspires my creative process, and I struggle to put my finger on all the myriad sources; add Eby’s work to the long list?
1: Musical Score for a Songbird/2:Elgar’s Song of Night/3:Loon Lake After Hovhaness/4:Nocturne No. 2
Total frock envy. My wedding was many moons ago, and stunning gowns weren’t really readily available, especially to the Southern gal who chooses to have a short engagement (by other folks’ standards!) I chose a really simply ivory Rivini with pintuck pleating, and it was fine, especially once I donned an intricate lace heirloom veil from my Mom. Check!
Then this came along and made me want to have a re-do- and I swear I never think that way! If only I could snap up this beauty for some milestone anniversary and swan around in it all over, say, Italy?
{Claire Pettibone’s An Earthly Paradise}