Emerson Fry

 I have been a longtime fan of Emerson Fry, formerly EmersonMade.  What I love most about them is that they started out making these fabric flowers about 5 or 6 years ago that you could wear in your hair or on your belt.  From those simple flowers grew an entire ready-to-wear line AND shoe line.

I want to take a lesson from Emerson Fry and remember that big dreams can get started with the tiniest little seed of a dream.  Their fabric flowers that Emerson crafted with her own hands is now a booming business that sells out mere days after each season's launch!

I wonder what my fabric flowers will be?

Pretty Plum Sugar

I love these printed pieces from PrettyPlumSugar!

They make me wish for spring!

Happy Weekend! We made it!

Was your week crazy? Mine was.
I hope you have a lovely weekend.
This is my favorite time of year!

Photo via CountryGardner.

I don't know why...

But I really like these!
From Elisita.

Ban.do

Love these!
Ban.do.

To veil or not to veil...

I have a rare issue that has presented itself not only as a fashion conundrum with a feminist twist, but an question of purity and personal moral fortitude: Should I wear a veil to my wedding ceremony?

A veil used to (and still does, to a certain extent) symbolize the virginity and modesty of the bride. The groom would lift the veil as a symbol of his "unwrapping" of his new possession: his wife. This is where the term, " giving the bride away" and "taking a wife" came from.

Kind of messed up, huh?

But as fashion usually does its bewitching magic on me, I find myself leaning towards the mini-skirt of veils: the birdcage...

I find myself rationalizing that it will just be an accessory to the wedding dress, which is also saturated in messed-up symbolism and wedding-day-dogma...And I'm still wearing THAT, so why not just throw all caution to the wind?

What's a thoroughly modern girl to do? I'm taking suggestions...

Find these here, here, and here. Oh, here too! All on Etsy.

Oh, flowers...I forgot about you...

Shug's mom and I went flower shopping for the "Big Day" yesterday.
I think because it's now deemed the "Big Day" instead of the "Let's-Just-Have-a-Good-Time-and-Not-Worry-About-the-Details-Day"
is the reason I had a panic attack when asked how many tables we would be seating.
Yes, I broke into a cold sweat and immediately suffered from vertigo when asked this simple question...I also forgot about my place in the space-time continuum and got a parking ticket for letting the meter run dry...
And, to be honest, I STILL don't know how many effing tables we're seating.
Gulp.

Images via OnceWed.