Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Menu and Bar List
Partially DIY Guestbook
Hair flower
My DIY Program
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
- Pablo Neruda
Love Sonnet XVII
Welcome Letters

Maracas!
My OOT Bag and Survival Kit
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Pashminas are on a roll!
Friday, April 15, 2011
Less than 2 months!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
My Precious

Thursday, April 7, 2011
Nightmare #3
The butterflies in my stomach are back with a vengeance.
Nightmare #2
Then around 6pm they all started arriving. The bridesmaids were starting to walk down the aisle and only half of my hair was done. Just as it was my turn to walk, my hair and makeup were finished.
Moral of the story: things are not going to be perfect but it'll all be ok in the end. I was panicking in my dream though.
I just want to get this all over with.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Luggage Space
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Bestest Bridesmaids Ever
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
My Stash
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Nightmare
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Couch Potatoes
