be happy. be kind...

go here to see this lovely lady's lovely list for 2010. and her lovely blog in general.

a room of butterflies...

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

p.s i love you

my husband is making us coffee right now, while i'm falling for this series of posters.

and the sky wept hearts...

just like this. sorry for the lack of postings. fashion week is kicking my heinie. and i am frantically trying to clean the apartment before my sweet husband returns from georgia. i miss him. a lot.

i need...

source: once wed

... heart balloons. all the time. an apartment filled with them. i guess i need to invest in a helium machine, huh?

stick em' up...

found via chelsea cook.

pay it forward...

hand-carved and hand-painted signs, courtesy of amy merrick...

i will never be able to say thank you enough to my dear friends and family who had their creative hands in all of the details of our wedding. however, nothing would make me happier than helping other folks with their big day. hopefully i can pay it forward, in any and every way possible.

he smells like whiskey, musky soap and hay...

on my last day off eddie and i made our way to cb i hate perfume to select our wedding gift to each other. unfortunately the ever elusive nose behind the brand was unavailable at the time to create custom scents for us. instead we sniffed through his collection of accords to concoct our own layered, personalized "wedding day scent". ed was a real good sport, considering this man never wears anything other than whatever kind of deodorant smells good at the drugstore.

we smiled and played "guess this scent" as we made our way through his scent library. favorites were baby's butt, wet stone, cloudburst, "you know this.." which is actually a spot on bottled version of play dough. we finally decided on selecting elements from our wedding, so that every time we wear our scents we will be transported back to this wonderful day.

i chose porcelain and red velvet cake.

he chose whiskey and musky soap, aka "hot man smell".

and we are sharing hay.

like a mermaid of the soil...

source: concrete and honey

the archipelago of kisses...

We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don't
grow on trees, like in the old days. So where
does one find love? When you're sixteen it's easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. There's the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we
shouldn't be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you'd quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get
older, kisses become scarce. You'll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,
with its purple thumb out. If you
were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's
red door just to see how it fits. Oh where
does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
Now what? Don't invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whiskey.
It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye,
and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow,
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

Jeffrey McDaniel

i get goosebumps every time i read this poem. thank you jeffrey mcdaniel for writing one of the most beautiful things i have ever read.

may showers may bring you flowers?

i thought all the rain was supposed to leave once april ended? isn't that how the rhyme goes? well, who knows what to expect come may 30th. i think everyone might need to start searching for a sweet ole parasol.

sources:

bella umbrella

pearl river

luna bazaar