no pictures, too serious…

It’s been awhile since I’ve updated this website.  My life has changed so much so in the last couple months that I wasn’t quite sure what I had to say.

When I began this blog, something I had always envisioned was turning this website of design/interiors/fashion/randomness into something more.  I mean, lets be honest, it’s a really great name.  It’s like President Kitty.  You just can’t do better than that.  So with this great name, I needed a great followthrough.  After working so many years in fashion, I never wanted to get into retail, so I wasn’t quite sure of the direction.  But I just knew.

After starting my own floral design business in New Orleans mid-last year, it kind of came into fruition on its own.  At the beginning of this year, I (with The Boyfriend’s help) created House of Modern Vintage NOLA.  Since I do wedding florals, I also began helping a lot of brides design the style of their weddings.  Not like a planner, I can’t organize for shit.  Think more like design direction.

So The Boyfriend and I began scouting antique stores, resale shops, garage sales and estate sales.  Oh, and Etsy.  I know I always give Etsy shit because honestly it’s like finding a gold nugget in the middle of a landfill.  But find little nuggets, I did.

So after weeks and months of acquiring, we finally have a large assortment of design decor for events and weddings.  I’ve been slowly building a repertoire of events around the city (and Baton Rouge…long story) and getting it going.

I do weddings every weekend and it really has kind of taken over my life; I work 7 days a week and about 15 hours a day.  Fortunately, I love what I do, but it’s quickly taking over everything I know.  I don’t want to turn this into a wedding website, because then I might as well slap endless pictures of brides gazing thoughtfully into the distance and pairs of bedazzled ivory stilettos then rename it Pinterest.  But to warn you, it’s going to get wedding-y around here.

But anyhow, by doing so, the face of HoMV has changed.  I’ve found a calling (thank Christ it’s not fashion, that’s probably the only industry that pays as less than the government and is about as rewarding), and have revamped, revised and set my sights on very large things.  I believe it was Einstein that said, ‘go big or go home.’  Or maybe Chanel or Churchill, since the three of them are known to have said every quasi-inspirational quote in history.

So I may be late in saying this, as with everything I do, but ‘here’s to 2016.’  After I have my first two glasses of wine tonight, I’ll just have an extra as a toast.

“Go big or go home for 2016” – Einstein

weekend…time for cocktails

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Saturday I woke up with the idea I needed to make some Sangria.  I looked online for recipes (hello my dear friend Pinterest) and came to the quick realization, apparently I might not have the patience for making Sangria.

The first recipe I stumbled upon would have me slicing grapes (slicing grapes?!) along with some liquor I’ve never heard of.  I almost lost my thumb last year tying to slice a giant tomato.

Four stitches later, I’m still scared of tomatoes.

So I decided to improvise.

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Improvising to me means lazily walking down the aisles of our local grocery randomly picking things that sound good together.  Grapefruit? Check.  Rosemary?  Check.  Flavored San Pellegrino?  Throw it in.

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One bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, two cans of Grapefruit San Pellegrino, a couple springs of rosemary and some sliced limes and grapefruit later I had White Sangria.

I had found another recipe online for white sangria that looked amazing but in the pic it was pink at the bottom.  Then I noticed the caption read “we added a little red wine to the bottom to add a little color for the picture.”

I like their style.

DSC_0335Around glass two, I told The Boyfriend I was going to rename the sangria “Margria” (I’m Margaret).

Funny story, The Boyfriend and I went to the Caymans a couple years ago and they had a drink (which was just a piña colada with Chambord swirled in it) that we loved (probably too much).  Fast forward a couple months and we were in Vegas around the pool at the Wynn (this story makes my life sound cooler than it actually is…).  I asked the bartender to make me the jazzed up piña colada.  He tried a little of the leftovers and said he was going to add it to their pool menu.  Since I was the reason, I got to name it.

“Margaret”.

“Well…………….maybe something else.”

“Ok, ‘Margaret goes to Vegas.'”

“We’ll probably just name it Pina Colada with Chambord”.

So alas, if you’re ever hanging around the Wynn pool and drinking some ‘Margaret goes to Vegas’ enjoy.

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But what does one do with their leftover Sangria ingredients?

Red Sangria Sunday!

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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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.

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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.

homeward bound…

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Home.

As much as I love traveling, I really like sleeping in my own bed.  And it’s finally time to stop adding a mimosa to my breakfast order everyday.

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And I brought back the obligatory souvenirs (t-shirts, coffee and the obvious cutting board shaped like a pineapple) but wanted something unique.

Like potato chip chocobars and a hand carved wooden tiki god bottle opener.

What more could someone need?

American Airlines vs Mai Tais…

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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.

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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.

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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.

With two Mai Tais.

sunset cocktails…

I’m sure the best place to watch a sunset is on the beach.  But to me, the best place to watch the sunset was the Four Seasons with a cocktail(s).

So we trekked next door via the beach to their outdoor patio/lounge.pink

Ordered booberrie mojitos (which I need to learn how to make at home); they were amazing.  For some reason, proper mojito making skills have always eluded me.

Mine always taste like a glass of rum (good thing?).

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And got there just in time for the sunset.

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Thank goodness.  With all my booberrie mojitos, I was pretty sure I was going to miss it.

a beach is a beach…

To me, palm trees are like mountains.  You see one, you’ve seen them all.

I have a similar mindset about beaches.  Granted  I can differentiate between Padre and St Tropez, but one tropical locale from the next gets a little trickier.image

I’m sure this is all very small beach minded to an island connoisseur.   But I’m no beach connoisseur, just a cocktail and swim suit expert.imageSand is sand.  Mai Tais are Mai Tais.

But a retro bikini?  Now that, I get.

lean & green (side of chocolate)…

It seems green juice is universal.

Normally I start my day with green juice.  But that’s Louisiana and this is Hawaii.  So I’ll normally start my day with a mimosa (“no orange juice please”) and if I ‘accidentally’ had a glass (or two) too much of wine the night before (a common mistake around here), a chocochip waffle.

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“Do you want that gluten-free?”

“It’s a chocolate chip waffle.  Honestly, at this point just leave the gluten in there.”

Green juice and gluten free chocochip waffles.  What is the world coming to.

Where is my mimosa (no orange juice please)?

traveling…islands islands islands

mapWhen 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.

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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.

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Orchids must not cost as much here as they do at home.

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