Someone contacted to make several baby’s breath flower crowns for an upcoming wedding this weekend in New Orleans.
Baby’s breath is so undervalued. It got a bad rap due to being overused as filler in cheap red rose packages from Walgreens. I was ecstatic she wanted to use them in crowns for her and her girls.
It’s time for a baby’s breath comeback.
Just another excuse to sit around, eat Dove choco-minis and make flower crowns. An ideal day in the House of Modern Vintage household. A day like most others, only difference was this time I was paid.
Here’s my unhelpful helper. Some of us ate too many choco-minis and some of us ate too much baby’s breath. I’m surprised we got anything accomplished.
When I dropped in the florists to pick up some baby’s breath, the elderly lady behind the counter commented she didn’t understand why more people don’t use it. “It’s cheap. Shove some in mason jars and there’s your wedding”.
So keep that extravagant option in mind for future reference if you’re planning a wedding.
Thankfully it doesn’t get very cold here since all my coats and cold weather accessories are locked in a small storage locker somewhere across town.
Funny I look back on the thought we had planned on being moved out of this house before this past Thanksgiving so I didn’t bother packing any warm clothes. Silk maxis and crop tops? That I currently have in abundance in my closet. A jacket or some gloves, not so much.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The best way to put a damper on your vacation is to battle royale with American Airlines at 7am.
But I am stronger than I look, I will not be defeated by American.
So as much as I love sitting in the middle seat for 8 hours, as we all would, I finally haggled my way into an aisle seat. It only cost me my first born but I guess the lucky (or unlucky) person who gets my old seat gets to keep all their kids.
So what does one do after a stressful morning of arguing and coffee?
I don’t know about other people but I’m going to the pool.
I’m not quite sure how, but after 8 days of being here, on a beach, I still have no tan. I’ll try and remedy that at the pool this afternoon. With a Mai Tai.
When your hotel has a map like a mall, it’s a sign it’s probably too big.
I’ve been lost for what seems two days now.
But it’s nice being lost within all the flowers.
And here I thought southern Louisiana was lush. Although it seems slightly ridiculous to compare Louisiana to a tropical island. The only thing they really have in common is humidity and a large tourist community.
Orchids must not cost as much here as they do at home.
Also the view is a little different than mine at home.