There is something so magical and familiar about dioramas. When I see them I feel like I am tasting and smelling and touching a memory all at the same time from when I was a child.
Each year the day before New Years Even I feel obligated to come up with a makeshift resolution, which normally consists of me saying I'm going to stop biting my nails. For some reason my resolution is always something associated with a criticism or a negative habit. This year I started thinking about the things I want to accomplish instead. And it got me thinking that I have for quite some time wanted to begin sewing ultimately resulting in me one day being able to whip up an outfit for myself. Let's be serious this is an epic goal for someone like me who is impatient and loves collecting hobbies, so I have decided that by the end of the year I want to start and finish a quilt. My grandmother quilts. Beautiful amazing quilts! I need to document all of them (part two I have now decided of my new years resolution/goals). Here is a little inspiration:
A little sampling of what the night was like most photos courtesy of one of our amazing friends who did some amazing photography for us! Thanks you.
Handmade tissue paper flowers made by my sisters, David's little sisters and I.
Pumpkins carved by our guests the night before at a bbq over at David's house.
Carrot cake made by David's mom with a family recipe
looking amazing on my mother's Otomi tablecloth
she has had since we lived in Mexico City when I was a kid.
"Litany" by Billy Collins You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife, not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.
Remember that post of mine about those amazing polish handmade chandelier called pajakis? For a while there I didn't think I was going to get to make one for the wedding, but.....
A little sneak peak of what I have been working on for the wedding. I am so excited I just can't wait!
Happy Birthday to my sister and me! I share my birthday with my younger sister. I know amazing right? No not a miracle, just a scheduling conflict with the doctor which lead to July 29th being the fated day. Since my sister just moved here a few weeks ago, we actually got to share our birthdays together this year just like old times. Though my ideal birthday is spent in an amazing restaurant for a five hour long dinner I also was given some wonderful gifts. Two in particular I had been coveting for quite some time.
I promised a few weeks ago that I would photograph the actual paper cut made for the save the dates. Here it is!
Below is an informative video on how papel picado is traditionally made. I only made one! So I just used an xacto knife. It would have been fabulous if I had made them like the artist in the video. Each person could have had their own little papel picado banner! It's one of the crafts that I fell in love with as a kid when we lived in Mexico City.
The Wish Come True Festival by Friends with you. For two weeks the city was sprinkled with all of this happiness by Friends With You during Toronto's arts festival Luminato. Wishing I had been there.