Planning their “Best Day Ever”. . . with anticipation of the afterglow . . .

H e l l o   B e a u t i f u l s!

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Popping in again . . . the wedding endorphins are still in control.

I need to talk . . . write . . .

I cannot sleep.

. . . a happy kind of stress.

Destination . . .

Departure . . . one week.

Boxing . . .

Labeling . . .  Country Inn . . . Rehearsal Dinner . . . Holy Apostle . . . White Willow

Replaced and revamped my window display toolbox . . . ( yes, I once trimmed department store windows . . . way back.)  Cannot wait to help Camille’s mom, Stephanie primp the church pews and reception venue.

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As with any time in life, when your mind is filled with endless details, and you are planning something big . . . and you want your part to go “just right” . . .  it doesn’t hurt to think of the calm on “other side”.

Yet, you do not wish to diminish the wonder.

You do not want to wish “the splendid on the horizon” away.

. . . but it’s OK to be calmed by the perceived “afterglow”.

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The light . . .

The radiance after the beautiful shine that is “your loves” best day ever.

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As I write, I am basking in an afterglow . . . and . . .

. . . I just now realized.

Retirement is the ultimate residence called “Afterglow”!

The good feelings that linger after a pleasurable and successful life – thus – far!

(Wrongly, I have been associating the “r” word with the end.)

I have worked since I was 12 years old.  My first wage was 35 cents an hour, babysitting.   My first expenditure was a 45 that played “I Want To Hold Your Hand”.

. . . and a pretty package of nylon stockings!

Come to think of it . . . As we age, and have enjoyed so many beautiful and pleasurable life experiences, any given day can be radiant with a feeling of an afterglow.

You just have to go glow there!

Alexa!

Spin “In My Life” by The Beatles.

( I tried to convince my eight grade English teacher, Miss Clark, this song was poetry. It didn’t fly.)

Alexa knows what “spin” means.

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(I remember the words!)

Thank you, God!

Thank you, for listening.

w/L

:: Images with the exception of “in the works” may be found here.

The Real Fantasy Baseball . . . Chicago Style!

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Just a cub?

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There is “no such thing” as “just a cub”.

 

Just a game?

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L: Soundview Little League All stars 1995 R: Ty and Jay at Ty and Anna’s rehearsal dinner 2014.

 

Jay met Ty on the T-ball field at Northeast Tacoma Elementary School 27 years ago.

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Also, on that day, we met Ty’s mom and dad. Life long friendships began.

Jay and Ty played ball together through high school, both making varsity in their freshman year. (Yep! They were good.)  They lived and loved the game.  They pursued and achieved (WAZZU) degrees in their “fields” of dreams (GO COUGS!), Ty in sports management, and Jay in broadcast journalism. They each earn a living doing what they love!

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Last weekend was Jay’s bachelor weekend. Ty, now Jay’s best man, planned the event.

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Eleven of Jay’s closest buds flew in and out during the two full days in Chicago (Wrigleyville).

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The “game day” view from their door stoop.

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The view from their bleacher seats.

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Followed by a game of their own.

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They packed a ton into two days.

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The weather was perfect for biking, hiking, touring and boat rides.

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They also packed in a lot of Brews, Italian beef sandwiches, Chicago Style pizzas and

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. . . some notorious steaks.

The images from the weekend were social media posts.  The guys were kind enough to give us all a little peek into their experience.  Knowing most of them from their college years . . . they know how to party!

With the showers and the bachelor and bachelorette fests complete, we are in full wedding mode right now.

Checking our lists!

Arranging.

Baking.

Boxing.

Packing.

Primping.

Staging.

Styling.

. . . and in all reality . . . spending.

(Yes. I keep it real.)

From my favorite bleacher seat here on 34 . . .

. . . Mother of the groom.

His greatest fan.

Life is your field of dreams!

Let’s keep it that way!

w / L

Mindful Monday . . .

Beautifuls!

How are you doing?

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I’m “emotional” in the very best way!  ( Sending out a full heart hugs within the words I write. I hope you feel them!)

I feel at my best when I am under pressure creatively.  ( Confirming that endorphins do emerge from creative energy. )

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I am attending Edie Wadsworth’s “Camp Overflow”!  

Talk about perfect timing . . .

. . . my cup “overflow-ith” as I write.  I love her reading list!  Just finished “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield.  

“The magic of keeping going!”  

To write on M – W – F.

“Invoking the muse.”  

To read and listen on the S’s and the T’s.
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I am putting together “my” own perception of a capsule wardrobe. It’s linen season! On the meter of Madame Bohemian to Madame Chic ( Jennifer L. Scott ) . . . I am smack in the middle.  The term “Elevated Bohemian” lights my fire for fashion at present.

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Committed to move more. Push and pull harder.  I shall not discount my gains in health, and the one size loss this past year.  I had hoped for one more size down. I own it!

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I just finished my last orders with ETSY to meet the wedding deadlines.  ( I’ll have some praises and shout outs to share, post wedding.)

There’s still much to do,  it is all so fun . . . and . . . most importantly the deeds and the details are to serve people I love . . .

. . . people who have served their love to me so many times.

Wednesday,  I will share bit about Jay’s bachelor weekend.  (Nothing like Vegas or The Hangover.)   Believe me . . . the world is a better place with men like my son walks this earth with!  I was brought to tears of gratitude as Jay told of his special weekend in Chicago.

w/L

Où est le printemps? Où est le soleil?

Hello Beautifuls!

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How are you?

The image above was my absolute favorite find while tumbling on my new iPhone on our way home from British Columbia a couple of weeks ago.

It sparked an idea, which I will share in the future as I plan to makeover a room in our home which will double as a guest room / studio.

I have been “lesser in blog land”  for several reasons . . .

Our laptop, purchased a little more than six months ago,  is limping along in a state of disrepair.  It’s home for a few days before we ship it out for another diagnoses. We have always owned and have been pleased with Dell laptops . . . until now.  The contractor Dell selected to service their laptops is deceitful.  I also caution you from purchasing computer equipment from Costco.  Their customer service department employs nice people who have little or no power to resolve problems.  This will likely be our last Dell purchase, and our last purchase of a computer product from Costco.

My mind and spirit are focused on Jay and Camille’s wedding in less than two months and my Mom and Dad.  They have been “trooping it ” through some health issues recently. I believe they are in a good state at present.

I have also been moving more and blogging less.  I am at a desk over eight hours a day in the clinic, so the extra two or three I was spending at home in the morning and evening was contributing to a ” way too sedentary” lifestyle.  Add my passion for French bread and pasta . . .

I just had my physical.  The moving is working. I love how I feel.

I have found most of you on Instagram which allows me to catch up and keep up with you when I am on the go!

The sunshine has been missing from our little corner of America.  Our missing Spring is the “talk of the town”.

Last week I was drawn to purchasing yellow flowers.

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Alexa! Play “Soak Up The Sun” by Sheryl Crow!

Singing in my own kind of sunshine . . .

w/L

It’s Love Story Kind Of Day!

Hello beautifuls!

Happy April!

Happy New Month!

Gosh!

Happy New Week!

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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.chandy collage

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.”

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. . . 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!

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I kept it very simple.  I used vintage brooches to repin Camille’s dreams of “Some day” . . . the real way . . . to centerpiece champagne buckets!

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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. )

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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!

w/L

Just One Pic!

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“.

About the same time Kevin Systrom, with Mike Krieger . . . a couple of Stanford guys, must have had a similar idea.

( You know I am writing this tongue in cheek.)

Boom!

Instagram!

(Billionaires!)

Stay with me . . .

This morning, I was cruising “the gram feed” and saw . . .

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this image from that amazing Savvy City Farmer,  Joy Frey Waltmire.

( 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”?

Chi-town?

Haute-Hoosier?

It is sooooo . . . “above the rim” !

Bracketolicious!

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!

w/L

“Remove the weight from your wings!”

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.”

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Holland and I at play on the “art table” last Saturday evening.

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.

met home.png 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

w/L