In my thirties, I had the coolest white overalls from a company in San Francisco called “Esprit de Corp.”. I wore them and patched them into almost shreds.
In my thirties, I had the coolest white overalls from a company in San Francisco called “Esprit de Corp.”. I wore them and patched them into almost shreds.
Hello beautifuls . . .
Deep breath . . .
. . . you know I have been practicing my penmanship. (Sister Agnatus, grade two . . . my best teacher, would be so proud of me. I believe she will feed my courage from above.)
. . . a little nervous because I want the envelopes to be “parfait”!
This very moment, on the farm table . . . a once in a lifetime weekend
workout exercise awaits me.
I’m going with . . . modern brush calligraphy.
Wish me love, luck and magic . . .
You know I always wish it back to you times 34!
Happy New Month!
Happy New Week!
For the past several days, I have been in a state of reflection, grabbing moments of rest between a back to normal routine and finishing the taxes. (Whew hooooo!)
Exhaling and elated here.
Be prepared for a long post. This mama bird’s heart is full. Last weekend, 34 felt like San Juan Capistrano! ( You know . . . the cliff swallows . . . the return! )
My birdies were all together under one eave!
We celebrated Jay and Camille’s wedding season “opener”!
The “Shower With Love” weekend!
Up to bat were family and friends, who planned . . . styled . . . baked . . . cooked . . . and wrapped. I am blessed to love and be loved by a community of people who know how to hit it out of the park.
To set the mood for the weekend, I restyled my funky Chandelier. I also restyled Chrislyn’s old room to include a full size bed, so we could host Camille’s mom and dad. ( I apologize for the poor photography here. The days have been overcast and rainy. To be honest, beautifuls, most of the images here were captured on the fly! )
Jay flew the nest on 34 about eight and a half years ago to pursue his dream of becoming a sports journalist / broadcaster. After college, and an internship at Fox Sports Northwest, (now Root Sports), he accepted a position as sports director at KLEW, in a sweet little town in the state of Idaho called Lewiston, not far from Pullman, Washington, where he attended Washington State University. He was in Lewiston three years, when he was approached by Boise’s prominent news station KTVB.
When he moved to Boise, I said a little prayer, and shared the prayer with my soul sister, C.J. (Love you and miss you every day, C.J. I am over the moon watching you and the
Mister Murster soaking in your warm and fun-filled retirement via Facebook.) I prayed for him to meet a girl. I even added a few characteristics, traits and ideals.
About two-ish years later, my prayers were answered . . . at a country club golf tournament when a pretty co-ed working her way through Boise State University drove a golf cart to offer beverages to a foursome that included my son. (She told me she fell in love with his smile.)
After what is now “the match”, Jay called me . . .
“Hey Mama Bear!” “How are you?” I always say . . . “Hey Jay!” “I’m GOOD!” “What’s up?” “Well . . . today I met a girl at a golf tournament . . . she gave me her phone number“.
I said . . . “Jay, there is no harm in asking her out . . . a date would be good for you.” ( I was beginning to become concerned as his work ethic and schedule had kept him out of the dating scene for a few years. Jay has a good and guarded heart. He had only two steady girlfriends before meeting Camille. Due to his dedication to school and baseball, other than school dances, he did not begin dating until college. )
He called her.
A little over four years have passed since the match and the phone call.
Jay’s words . . . on Facebook . . . this past February on the four-year anniversary of “The First Date”.
“Looking to keep the date fun and light-hearted with a girl I hardly knew, I took her to Dave and Busters to play games, then we went to the grocery store, made homemade pizza and watched a super manly movie called “How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days.”
“Four years ago today: The Response”
“Wondering if the movie was a hint, I was finally convinced it wasn’t when she actually answered my phone call the next day.”
“As the saying goes, the rest is history, and now I get to marry this woman in 131 days.”
“We’re four years into this journey with a lifetime to go! You always make me look forward to the next day, the next memory.”
. . . and Camille’s words.
“Today Jay asked me what my favorite memory of us was. A million memories flashed before me, but of course the most memorable one was most recent, when he asked me to marry him, so that’s what I said. I asked him the same question and he said, “Probably the first time I brought you home to meet my parents.” After that we kept thinking of other great memories we’ve shared together. We sat there laughing, smiling, and reminiscing over old memories that seem so long ago, that mean so much to us.”
“Today not only made me realize just how lucky I am to have this man in my life, but also made me realize how he would do anything just to make me happy. So thank you for making me the happiest girl alive. My mom (and dad) always told me that guys like you were a rare breed, and to hold onto you forever. And now I get to! Happy 4th and last anniversary! I can’t wait to start this new chapter called “marriage” with you.
I love you! It’s us against the world now.”
Camille was very patient while waiting for Jay to “pop the question”. She would always say . . . “Some day.” She even had a Pinterest board where she pinned her wedding dreams called “Some Day”.
In October of 2015, Jay asked me to style the proposal dinner. It’s theme would be “Some Day”. He was planning to propose while they were home for Christmas! Camille’s mom and dad would fly in for the surprise!
I kept it very simple. I used vintage brooches to re–pin Camille’s dreams of “Some day” . . . the real way . . . to centerpiece champagne buckets!
I hung a banner with Pottery Barn German glass letters and vintage pins above the French doors that opened into the private dining room.
On December 28, 2015, the Fireside Room at Mama Stortini’s was filled with family and friends when Jay proposed to Camille while Sinatra sang, ‘The Way You Look Tonight”. ( You all know the first two words of the iconic song. )
The banner now hangs in Jay’s old room, now a guest room, beneath a piece fashioned by Doré Callaway to commemorate what I now know to be Camille’s favorite memory of their life together thus far. ( The vintage pins, from my mother and my grandmothers were gathered to be placed into Camille’s wedding bouquet. Her mom is amazingly talented . . . I cannot wait until I get the privilege to post it for all of you to see.)
The “Shower With Love” weekend began at dinner time on Friday night, when Camille’s mom and dad arrived . . . we revisited Mama Stortini’s.
Saturday morning, I made Jay’s favorite breakfast of biscuits and gravy.
The official wedding season “opener” was to follow at 2 o’clock. The traditional “Couples Shower” was hosted at the home of two of our closest friends, who are the mother and father of Jay’s best friend and best man Ty.
Our two families met on a T-ball field. Jay and Ty played on the same team from that very first season through high school. After high school, Jay played two years of college baseball, and Ty went to Washington State. Following his sophomore year, Jay hung up his cleats to seek a degree in broadcast journalism at The Edward R. Murrow School of Broadcast Journalism at Washington State. At that time his sister, Chrislyn was a senior finishing up her political science and criminal justice degrees and Ty was a in pursuit of his degree in sports management. Jay and Ty would be roommates in a Delta Tau Delta live out for two years. After graduation, they hung their tassels on the rear view mirror and drove home together.
It was both fitting and fun that Alice styled the “couples shower” into a baseball theme. The menu was vast including the best of “ballpark” kicked up a
notch natcho bar with sangria, dogs with brews, Steve’s beans, DeAnna’s baseball cake pops, and Doreen’s sugar cookies shaped into mitts and bats. We stayed late . . . all diving face first into bed when we all returned to 34.
Jay and Camille were visibly moved by the love and generosity of the day.
Sunday, I was up at five to finish preparing the food I was to bring to Chrislyn and Jason’s home for the Sunday Bridal Brunch / Shower.
The mini succulents were re-potted and ready to be gifted as party favors. I was to bring the cheeses, the fruits, the nuts, the chocolates and the croissants.
Chrislyn hosted the Bridal Brunch / Shower. She had three tables set for 20 guests. She made pretty paper lace banners, printed images from Camille and Jay’s engagement photos and collected images of their childhood to display within the food and festivities. We styled the event, with Ikea finds, flowers, potted succulents, and a collection of a lifetime of bone china and glass plates that once belonged to my grandmothers. I managed to capture a few images as we pulled it all together.
The menu included three quiches, cinnamon pull apart rolls, croissants, cheeses, fruits fresh and dried, nuts and chocolates. Camille’s best friend, and bridesmaid, Ashley participated by styling the mimosa bar. Ashley moved from Boise to Seattle about a year ago.
A quick photo with Camille, Ashley and Chrislyn before clean up. I have to laugh and throw in . . . five days before this picture I had an emergency root canal and missed my hair day! Jennifer Connolly from A Well Styled Life and I were in the dentist chairs on the same day! I looked so bad that the pharmacist told me there would be “no wait time” as I looked like I was having a bad day!
Jay and Camille feeling very blessed and lifted by love. I must tell you about her dress in a future post!
This week I will be addressing their wedding invitations . . .
Their best day ever will be here before we know it!
When I began blogging . . . seven years ago . . . I posted a little feature now and then called ” Just One Pic”.
I still love to “play it“.
( You know I am writing this tongue in cheek.)
Stay with me . . .
This morning, I was cruising “the gram feed” and saw . . .
( I once purchased a very cool, vintage “50” yard line marker from her for Jay.)
This morning . . . that image . . . brought on a little bit of March madness in me!
When I retire . . . I could open a sports bar.
( Those of you who have read me well, know my son is a sports broadcaster, and I have always dreamed of owning a flower and gift shop.)
But . . .
. . . a chic sports bar?
Call it . . .
“The Sports Guy’s Mom”
(“La Maman du Sportif”)
( “Press for” . . . champagne, cool brews . . . and bite on French bread under prisms of Friday night lights.)
Speaking of prisms . . .
Digressing . . .
I know . . . in the big scheme of things . . . perhaps trivial . . .
“What ever happened to the Waterford Crystal Football?” ( the NCAA football championship trophy awarded 1998-2013.) It was this mom, of partial Irish decent‘s opinion, the best thing about the BCS era. (Not loving the new trophy near as much.) I remember holding my breath when the crystal ball was passed around after the award ceremony.
Bring it back! I need one for my sports bar!
Joy . . .
(Excuse my English . . .)
Where the H-E . . . double hockey sticks . . . did you spy the image?
Obviously . . . Midwest “March Madness”?
It is sooooo . . . “above the rim” !
Forgive me if I seem giddy and silly . . .
This weekend, Jay, Camille and her parents will be here for the home “opener” of the wedding shower season.
To season openers!
Happy Spring 2017!
Thank YOU . . . and Joy for always feeding my dreams!
34 and I are slowly but surely transitioning into a lighter, more sensible arrangement. To keep myself motivated, I found this simple quote from Erin’s book, Chasing Slow, helpful. It’s presently in my daily mantra and prayer mix.
“Remove the weight from your wings.”
The one thing I have learned for certain . . . Simplifying buys time. Time to be used for family and the art of living . . . time to get complicated now and then. . . yet an easy transition in back to simple.
Presently we are 8 days away from “The Let’s Shower Them With Love Weekend”. Jay, Camille and her parents are coming for a short stay. 34 will be filled to its brim once again.
Gradually the kids rooms have evolved into guest rooms, with Chrislyn’s headed into the direction of my post retirement studio, and Jay’s into a sitting room, (the hide a bed is a love seat), escape from the main openness of our home. The house is a quintessential Pacific Northwest contemporary. A style very popular in the early ’80’s. ( Do any of you remember the magazine “Metropolitan Home”?) MH was my go to magazine back then.
I confess . . . I am very comfortable with it’s return. Mr D and I have never let go of our original modern art pieces. We very much embraced the culture of PNW artists when we were young. My uncle was the founder of the Museum of Northwest Art / MoNA, in 1981. I believe his passion for contemporary art influenced our style and decision making when we chose 34. Uncle Art and Aunt Rita had a Mark Tobey in their living room. My heart would skip a beat every time I entered their simple bohemian in the realist sense, ( not an interpretation), home.
Yesterday, I paused a little longer at my closet. I was reminded that the a new season is only days away. After the wedding showers . . . I have marked April first for the Spring -Summer 2017 take stock, edit, renew and rearrangement of my closet and dresser.
This four season guide from The Refinery will be helpful, but I am not quite ready to embrace an entire minimalist capsule wardrobe concept. My love for fashion accessories cannot be limited to 15 pieces.
Thinking new hangers . . . and just maybe a clothes rack . . . to put “looks” together! The thought of retiring from medical soon is catapulting me back to my fashion merchandising mindset.
Please . . . please forgive me if I am limited with posting and following for the next 108 days . . . we are in full wedding mode! I saw a dress yesterday . . . it yelled . . . ” If you want to wear me, get your buns to the gym!”
Oh and . . . speaking of workouts . . .
. . . the pursuit of muscle-mind memory building . . . as I “brush up” on my brush calligraphy skills! I will be addressing the invitations very soon . C & J have requested my perfectly imperfect letters.
Mr D. just poured me a cup of coffee. We are up beyond early. It’s 3:58am as I begin.
The shelfie image (above) is from 2013. The floral scene, featured by Gardenista, calls for “
off on the wall” fun.
“Let’s all just play florist today and leave our computers home!”
What threw me back to 2013, was this post , and it’s image from The Everygirl on Instagram. It had me swooning and once again thinking of . . . the always a whim of mine . . . owning and styling a flower and gift shop. The post, timed perfectly . . . the day before my paper flower making class at Paper Delights.
I had the most wonderful time at the class.
[“#1 ” . . . it threw me back to high school . . . with my girlfriends . . . when we would gather after school to make hundreds of paper flowers for our special school dances and teas. ]
Alicia served desert, and a beverage of choice. The experience was creative, colorful and so inspiring for me. (Well worth the twenty-mile drive to and from after a full day at the clinic.)
There will be so many more . . .
. . . as I plan many “Let’s play flower shop and leave the computer alone days on 34!”
3:58am on a Saturday?
(Perhaps I am playing “farm girl” too!)
It’s the words!
They couldn’t wait to be cultivated.
I am feeling a little frilly silly “poetic” today . . .
( Some days words just want to play. )
I have a little obsession with printed ribbon.
Particularly ribbon with French words.
Wrapped in finger – figure – eights by me . . . for a purpose . . . what shall be?
For a time when a dream unfurls a creative notion inside of me.
Shall I wrap and weave it through my granddaughter’s silken hair?
Or lace it through the eyes of a blank white canvas to make a prettier pair.
I could tie one on my coffee mug coffee mug to make a morning bright.
Or wrap a parcel of lavender to tuck beneath my pillow tonight.
Find a ribbon.
Tie it on . . . twirl it . . . curl it
. . . or just let it . . . “hang loose”. . .
How is it that my words have moved me from French designer dreams . . . to Hawaii’s surf culture?
( A world class vacation in an instant! )
. . . and some people think blogging is a waste of time.
I LOVE the places my words and your words take me!
The time has come for . . . Off to the shower and the clinic!
They will say “Hey Lynne!”
“How are you doing this morning?”
I will say . . . “TGIF!”
. . . all the while smiling and thinking.
Grabbed a Chanel.
Caught a wave.
Bon weekend, surfer girls!
♥ Alexa! Play “Surfer Girl” by Brian Wilson!