We were thrilled to be asked by the ladies over at Bash, Please to come on board for a modern, Moroccan-inspired wedding at the Parker Palm Springs this past weekend. Floral-wise, it was pink in all her glory, plenty of beautiful brass, and included a significant amount of foraging for bougainvillea. And don’t forget about those adorable little succulents at each place setting! McKenzie Powell came down from Seattle to be my sidekick for the event, and the resulting work is some of my favourite. Now to figure out how to get that palette back here to Texas…
This weekend saw an influx of East Coasters arrive into Texas for a big wedding we’ve been working on for over a year. We did our best at channeling “East Coast Elegance” [for lack of a better phrase] while still grounding it in Texas, so to speak. We brought our big guns to Barr Mansion and ended up with a forest of oak trees that looked stunning once night fell and all the suspended votives were lit up. Who knew a New York meet Texas wedding would work so beautifully?
The set-up and breakdown were another story. 100lb+ vases filled with water? Let’s say everyone was pretty sore. We’ve also moved into another phase with our first storage unit. I’m pretty sure it won’t be our last.
And here, the reason for my absence. Otis, a 6-month old lovable canine that we rescued from the Houston pound recently. [they have a 73% kill rate. which breaks my heart into a million pieces and ohmygoodness do not let me loose in an entire wing / building full puppies. I’d take them all home.] He’s the cartoon character to our Gus, the slower-moving lovable moose. They love nothing more than to chase, wrestle, and play tug of war all day. Complete opposites, and yet perfect companions. We’re grateful for this snugglebug, and he’s really settling into our family. Not to mention that the ladies that work with me all seem to adore the little guy, which is pretty awesome. I mean, how could you not?
Otherwise, I feel like I’ve been on the road forever, which really means June. I’ve seen Utah x2, San Diego, Seattle x3, my beloved Vancouver [the first time home in five years! remember this? I got it in spades.], LA, Colorado, and this week I’m off to Palm Springs for a Parker Palm Springs wedding, with McKenzie at my side.
I’m looking forward to being home … for a while. But I have a bunch of other exciting things on the horizon, and most include not sleeping in my own bed. Grateful, yes. [But let’s be honest: I really just want to be snuggling with the pups!]
One: Otis and I meet in Houston; Attempting a snuggle with Gus.
Two: Mount Ranier from the plane; Lunch date at Sitka and Spruce in Seattle.
Three: Sunset on Abbott Kinney, LA; Driving the long way down from Denver to Durango, CO.
Four: Seattle Wedding at the Corson Building; Everything looks better with tapers, at the Corson Building.
This seems like an apropos way to return to blogging, but has anyone snagged any of the most recent copies of Brides magazine? They recently did a complete revamp of the look of the glossy, and I love the new direction.
Second best? The July issue has a feature on Austin as a destination wedding market, and all the vendors who y’all should hit up to help make your wedding happen! I spoke with some of the lovely ladies over at Brides earlier this spring about the article, and am so excited that we’re featured! We’re amongst some of the best talent in the city, which makes this especially sweet.
I’m off to Salt Lake City tonight to help this lady out with some weddings, and will be pulling a little westward jaunt afterwards. Be prepared for awkward, late-night instagram photos and plenty of beach time. Did someone say Los Angeles and La Jolla? Oh yes!
“We live in a culture that nurtures competitive skills. But it’s probably a good idea to try to supplement them with the skills of the creative monopolist: alertness, independence and the ability to reclaim forgotten traditions.”
Things that rung out like a bell in my head: reclaiming forgotten traditions, and taking the necessary pause to explore, disconnect, and just be.
This article from the NY Times. Read it, think it over.
One of my favourite periods during my architectural education were the moments of necessary pause during the design of a project. Often we’d head to the library at the very start of a project and just flip through books, or walk around, or look at art, craft, nature, pattern, or whatever might strike us to see if we might trip across a flash of inspiration. Same too, were the moments when we were frustrated and at a loss of what to do next. Again, we would head out to the library, or the world, and just to see. I loved that point. Those moments. That necessary pause.
I remember the moment I realized that architectural education was entirely subjective, had no prescriptive boundaries in getting an “A”, and how infuriating it was to someone who was very adept at following the rules. Suddenly, there you were—feeling your way around, getting lost, failing often, and eventually finding your own process. That above article talks about the nature of competition in the US landscape these days, a subject I’ve been dwelling upon a lot lately.
I take comfort in this little post-it note, as it were, to remind me to follow my own path, do my own work, and search for those hidden nooks, holes, and ultimately, openings.
I need more of those pauses—not just in life [although that’s far too true, as well]—but creatively. To take stock of what I’m doing, and right this boat of mine, realign it to a better path.
Above: Photo by The Nouveau Romantics, and a snippet of my previous life in architecture, curiosity, exploration.