[images from Brides.com]
After slaving away for nights, the cake topper is finally complete. You’ll notice Kiki, my maid of honor, putting it all together, being a good friend and all. There are vintage flowers from Tinsel Trading, the fabric for my dress is ACTUAL fabric from my dress, Chad’s tux is velvet ribbon, and the green fabric is leftover from my vase cozies. You’ll maybe notice the dove on Chad’s shoulder and the rat peeking out from under my dress….its an inside joke that dates back to the day we got engaged…maybe one day I’ll tell it to you.
This site helped a lot with the construction, so check it out if you feel like making your own.
[images by Brooklyn Bride]
The Martha Stewart calla cake has always been my favorite and what I envisioned my wedding cake to be. Unfortunately, its a logistical nightmare! Those clear columns separating the layers were custom and cost upwards of $60, which to me, just isn’t worth the cost for an otherwise free cake [Abigail Kirsch has their own baker deal with the cakes]. Sooo, it looks like we’ll be taking inspiration from the master, April Reed, and go with something subtle yet beautiful. We’ll probably end up doing white layers with green ribbon and yellow flowers, but who knows, that could all change in a week.
[images from Martha Stewart and April Reed]
I had a question from a reader a few weeks ago about using not necessarily religious wedding readings….while my readings are all planned out due to the Catholic ceremony, I had researched these a while back and thought they were really beautiful, so I thought I would share them with all of you.
Life leads the thoughtful man on a path of many windings
Confucius (551-479 BC)
Life leads the thoughtful man on a path of many windings.
Now the course is checked, now it runs straight again.
Here winged thoughts may pour freely forth in words,
There the heavy burden of knowledge must be shut away in silence.
But when two people are at one in their inmost hearts,
They shatter even the strength of iron or of bronze.
And when two people understand each other in their inmost hearts,
Their words are sweet and strong, like the fragrance of orchids.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
e.e. cummings (1894-1962)
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,mysweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the rot and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
from A Farewell to Arms
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)
That night at the hotel, in our room with the long empty hall outside and our shoes outside the door, a thick carpet on the floor of the room, outside the windows the rain falling and in the room light and pleasant and cheerful, then the light out and it exciting with smooth sheets ad the bed comfortable, feeling that we had come home, feeling no longer alone, walking in the night to find the other one there, and not gone away; all other things were unreal. We slept when we were tired and if we woke the other one woke too so one was not alone. Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. It has only happened to me like that once.
From The Love Poems of Marichiko
Marichiko (Kenneth Rexroth) (1905-1982)
You ask me what I though about
Before we were lovers.
The answer is easy.
Before I met you
I didn’t have anything to think about.
Who is there? Me.
Me who? I am me. You are you.
You take my pronoun,
And we are us.
Love me. At this moment we
Are the happiest
People in the world.
From Letters to a Young Poet
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)
To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. For this reason young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to learn it. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered close about their lonely, timid, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. But learning-time is always a long, secluded time, and so loving, for a long while ahead and far on into life, is – solitude, intensified and deepened loneness for him who loves. Love is at first not anything (for what would a union be of something unclarified and unfinished, still subordinate — ?), it is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become for himself for another’s sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.
My cry for help for reasonably priced green earrings was answered better than I could have expected, so thank you to everyone that contributed their advice! My favorites were suggested by Lucky Designs. Roberta Chiarella makes great chunky crystal earrings in a myriad [$10 SAT word!] of colors. I could easily buy these and be satisfied…..
…however, I will not let myself off that easy. I’m still hunting, and in the process, rediscovered Alexis Bittar, one of my favorite designers. I don’t know why I didn’t think of him sooner, since I own many of his lucite pieces. They have this beautiful, subtle glow to them, and are such a wonderful departure from the traditional gemstones and diamonds. Best of all, most are under $100!
[images from Robert Chiarella and Alexis Bittar]