*The letters are a Jurassic Park font and the dinosaur is actually a Jurassic Park action figure from way back.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Spoiler Alert!
I just can't help it! I'm so excited about the cake topper I made! We each picked the other person's person. And I created the whole scene.

*The letters are a Jurassic Park font and the dinosaur is actually a Jurassic Park action figure from way back.
*The letters are a Jurassic Park font and the dinosaur is actually a Jurassic Park action figure from way back.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Wedding Invitations
Saturday, August 21, 2010
To be watched over and over
"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 .
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 .
Friday, August 13, 2010
Cross it off the list
A little sneak peak of what I have been working on for the wedding. I am so excited I just can't wait!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
birthdays
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.



ring by David Neale from my sisters
Swedish Hasbeens Clog Boots from my mom and dad
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Papel Picado
I promised a few weeks ago that I would photograph the actual paper cut made for the save the dates. Here it is!
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