it’s all in the ribbon…

1 (1)I started to notice my obsession with Silk & Willow, a hand-dyed silk ribbon company, about a year ago.  I think it all began (as most things with me do) on Instgram.  It sounds bizarre, because all it is is ribbon, but they got me.

Every time they post a pic, I’m like ‘holy sh*t, look at that ribbon…’

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So I use it to wrap all my bouquets.

Like this one going out this morning over to the Monteleone.

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{Juliet garden roses, cafe-au-lait dahlias, blushing bride protea, burgundy ranunculus & smoke bush}

Because an obsession isn’t healthy until you can incorporate it into your everyday life.

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enchanted forests and large horses…

I recently had the honor of participating in a once-in-a-lifetime photoshoot at Audubon Park in New Orleans.

It involved a girl and her horse named Draco.  It also involved me learning I have a somewhat crippling fear of large horses.

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The photographer and bride wanted to go with a theme of “Enchanted Forest” so I went with a more natural, romantic look.  I thought it would be a good off-set to the super lush greenery of the park.

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Cabbage roses, dahlias and sweet hearts ranging in hues from ivory to blush to pinks.  With tons of greens all mixed for a bouquet and a flower crown.

And even extra flowers wired up for Draco’s mane and tail.

 

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I was sitting in the park with the photographer when the horse trainer gallops up all majestic-like n Draco.

The photographer casually asked if the horse, or giant stallion in my professional floral opinion, is calm and gentle (I think we were all a little antsy).

“No, his names Draco.  Latin for Dragon.  He’s pretty wild.”

Oh, well thank God.

Then while wiring flowers into his flowing mane (and simultaneously trying to control my breathing as to not fling myself into a full panic attack mode), I accidentally dropped a rose next to his gargantuan horse foot.

That rose is still there.  I sure as hell wasn’t going to throw myself on that grenade.

Enchanted Forest final pics to come….

white linen & flowers…

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Tonight is White Linen Night in the Warehouse District.

You roam, gallery to gallery, dressed in white linen and sip street cocktails.

Normally I’m a fit & flare dress and Marc Jacobs mouse flats kind of girl, but today I’m feeling more bohemian-ish.

And by bohemian, I mean I bought a linen tee-shirt at the Gap (not very bohemian) and am hoping not to pass out of a heat stroke traversing the streets of New Orleans.

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{freesia, dahlias, calcinaia and sweetheart roses}

To add to my Gap ensemble (why is everything always 40% off?), I created a little delicate flower crown of blushes and pinks. 

DSC_0041So, I’m off.  Cocktails are awaiting me.

And I hate keeping cocktails waiting.

 

eight minute bathroom remodel…

bathroom artWe recently remodeled the master bathroom and it turned out great.

Except I hate it.

Pre-remodel, the bathroom looked like a 70’s Greek revival.  Post-remodel, it looks like it belongs in an expensive bachelor pad.  Neither theme really appealed to me (I just thank God there’s no more carpet) so I set out to add a little color.

And I wanted to do so by spending zero dollars.  I’m positive next time I step into an antiques store my Visa will spontaneously combust.  So instead, I stepped into my garage (currently full of crap) and went shopping among things I already own.

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Eight minutes later I’m slightly happier with my bathroom. It’s not a major change (next bathroom I get my hands on I’m wallpapering), but enough to make a small impact.

Fortunately for me, my cousin is an amazing artist.  Unfortunately for her, one time when she was out of town, I raided her closet and ‘grab-and-dashed’ all I could get my hands on. Thankfully she lives in New York and not New Orleans.  If she walked through my house she’d probably call the cops.

perfumesAnd this finally gives me a place to put out all of my pretty bottles of perfume that smell like old ladies.

Win-win.  I need to go shopping in my garage more often.

 

 

thursday is not the new friday…

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I woke up this morning with the excitement of it finally being Friday only to have the sharp disappointment follow with the realization today is Thursday.

So close…

travel…staycation

Sometimes it’s nice to stay home and take your vacation there.  And it’s even nicer when you get to stay and call the Monteleone your home for the weekend.

My mom came in for a short visit; she might have stayed back in Texas had she known all the non-stop fun we were going to have.

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As soon as she landed, I took her to see the house we just finished remodeling.  She “oohhhed” and “aahhed” and that was the only productive thing we did all weekend.  After that we checked in and the weekend became a blur of cocktails and restaurants.

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{Monteleone lobby}

We twirled around the Carousel Bar, had Gin Fizzes at the Sazerac (I actually had two because my mom did not care for hers), oysters at Cafe Amelie and Pimms at The Columns.

french quarter

We wandered the French Quarter, stopped in Lafitte’s (the oldest bar in America, not to mention where someone is now the proud new owner of my credit card), went to the open air French Market along with more general touristy shenanigans.

And in the end as much as I hated to see her go, my liver needed a much deserved break and I was ready to get out of the French Quarter.

A little bit of that place goes a looong way.

DIY…Architecture Sketches

Conceptually, DIY is great.

I’m all about people creating things.  Huuuge fan of creativity.  Honestly, I’m about to go make a table from a marble slab, hair pin legs and a chunk of ply wood (wish me luck.  I’m no Jesus, carpentry is not my thing).

Although sometimes, paying someone else to do something just it the way to go.  But a lesson was learned this holiday season and it was don’t entrust your Christmas presents to someone on the internet.

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I had originally intended to order presents from an artist in New Orleans who creates custom designs and transposes them onto simple dishes/platters/etc of your choosing.  But apparently you need to order these months in advance.

I do nothing months in advance, let alone hours in advance.  I’m lucky if I make it to my yoga class once a month; I just don’t like having a schedule.  So when informed this amazing artist person would not be making my presents for me (unless I wanted to give everyone their gift in March) I decided, as I do with everything else (and probably shouldn’t) that I’ll just do it myself.

Draw.  Shellac.  Complete.

moms house

My mom recently painted her front door a chartreuse greenie yellow.  Sounds horrible but it’s amazing (or maybe unique would be a more appropo word).  She’s lived in the house since before my brother and I were born so I thought a sketch of her house with her new door would be something she would appreciate.

I also made one of the French Quarter for some friends of ours that live in Baton Rouge. We just moved to New Orleans back in August so I wanted to create something to commemorate this.

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On Christmas my aunt came over and saw my moms gift.  “What is DIY?”  she asked me.  Apparently she’s the last person on the planet without a Pinterest account.

“DIY means remember to buy your Christmas presents way in advance next year.”