Meet pretty flowers. They’re about to get the royal treatment and I am so happy to return to them. A nice little dose of holiday cheer, don’t you think?
[Yes, our bedroom is the coldest room in our house. Awesome.]
Also, my long-awaited holiday goal: breakfast, coffee [+egg nog], and Canadian House & Home mag. Ever since the demise of Domino, this has been a go-to. Surprising, I know. They manage to mix modern and traditional in way that make me reconsider my own design inclinations. I really, really, really want a subscription as most stores down in Austin don’t seem to carry them, or else, I don’t go to the right stores. Ah well.
Hot diggity, I’m back— yesssssss! I’ve been stuck in paper-writing mode as my moonlighting career as a phd-bound student does require some effort at times. Nothing like writing about railroad station architecture as the “cathedral of the industrial revolution” or how the phenomenology of architecture relates to Jesuit theology. Totally captivating, yes? I thought so. Moving on.
Better news is that my life is essay-less for the next five weeks and I’m not sure I’ve looked forward to this kind of break with such awe in a very, very long time. I feel like I can actually go to happy hour, run the town lake trails [above], heck finally finish painting our ramshackle kitchen. It feels like I’m coming out of hibernation. Glorious!
Next, and lastly, I came across this quote and it strikes me at the right time. As my little design studio starts to get its bearings, I have a couple of prospective works in the pipeline for 2011 that I’m really psyched about. What continually amazes me is how much gusto and total wide-eyed jittery babble (read: excitement) I get when I start on possible ideas. I really love this. And so when Liene talks about the importance of developing experience, expertise the old fashioned way:
My friend Ali Phillips always jokes that she is going to start a workshop called “How to Make Money the Old Fashioned Way: By Working Your Ass Off.” If there are any secrets to success in business, that one is it. Take advantage of opportunities when they come your way. Check your pride at the door. Things may not get easier, but you’ll find that you suddenly have a lot more “luck.”
I completely subscribe to this 100%. If my tenure at uber-corporate-nyc-architecture-firm has taught Matt and I anything, it’s the importance of professionalism and working your ass off. Both are so so so important in any kind of business situation, no matter who you’re dealing with. Although I may have giggled a bit as I thought, “wait, some folks think there’s any other way?”.
Fun things coming up this week! Happy to be back in the blogging seat.
!!! We interrupt our normal programming to say a little prayer of thanks for the ladies over at 100 Layer Cake for featuring our wedding on their blog this morn. They were always a refreshing source of inspiration during the long, long months of planning.
We sped along back Texas roads homeward, pup passed out in the back, and I actually found myself listening to the lyrics of this song on the radio. [for once. I’m a melody person.]
I realized that I’m content driving towards the life in our shared cabin, complete with its hole-y walls, questionable doors, backyard jungle, and swarm of mosquitoes. It’s our place, and it’s him. Very content.
I heard this and saw us dancing, a fast two-step*, galloping around the dance hall during our wedding to this as our first dance. It was perfect. Silly yet appropriate, and would fit our normal dancing style: fast and twirling.
I must have been in the neighborhood one day [the theater district/too close to Port Authority/almost Hells Kitchen] for some really fantastic reason [I never go there unless. absolutely. necessary.], because I walked by a fabric/lace store and stopped in my tracks. I may have already found my dress at this point, but it made me, for just one second, reconsider that decision. But then I remembered the laborious 14+ month dress search. But I still think about this showstopper of a dress.
Sposabella Lace / 252 W 40th Street New York, NY [*ignore the super cheese website*]
I originally went inside one dreary fall day after realizing that they do custom veils. I never got one made because I couldn’t decide on the style, couldn’t try it on with my dress, couldn’t commit to a lace and defaulted to the silk flower I already owned. Then I saw that sample above. I had this in mind, before realizing that the flowers and lace went too far up the tulle. Regardless, I still think about this, here: