Just added this week! I hope you’ll check them out.

Authentic nautical chart envelope liners two ways (you install or I install!)

Custom escort card or place card flags (buddies with the original custom cupcake flags)

Thanks for looking!

Our apartment has a lovely, glossy black door, but last spring I decided it needed a little sprucing up. I’ve been meaning to share my mini-project ever since! This was my inspiration:

{via Martha Stewart Weddings}

And this is what I came up with:

The letters were about $3 each from JoAnn, and the can of spray paint was about $4. I already had the ribbon. I’d love to add a little boxwood topiary in a terra cotta pot on the right side of the door, but for $10, I’d say I’m doing okay for now!

{Click to enlarge!}

Isn’t this the most lovely shade of green? I’m picturing a little wedding garden party, with just a few family and friends under the new leaves in the first few weeks of spring. A small guest list gives you the latitude to whip up some neat details, like cucumber sandwiches that double as art, custom boxes of popcorn, a short, embellished white dress, and a perfectly crosshatched cake (sized for a small soiree, of course).

The Details
First: dress photo by Belathee via Once Wed, ribbon belt placecard holder from Martha Stewart Weddings, green heels photo by Michele M. Waite

Second: clematis centerpieces from MSW, reception photo by Lisa Lefkowitz (styled by Alison Hotchkiss) via Style Me Pretty, cake from Real Simple

Third: cucumber sandwiches from Martha Stewart Weddings, invitation from Minted, popcorn boxes by Amy Atlas

{c/o Elizabeth Messina}

A garden between low walls, bright,
made of dry grass and a light that slowly bakes
the ground below. The light smells of sea.
You breathe that grass. You touch your hair
and shake out the memory of grass.

I have seen ripe
fruit dropping thickly on remembered grass with a soft
thudding. So too the pulsing of the blood
surprises even you. You move your head
as though a miracle of air had happened around you,
and the miracle is you. Your eyes have a savor
like the heat of memory.

You listen.
You listen to the words, but they barely graze you.
Your face has a radiance of thought that shines
around your shoulders, like light from the sea. The silence
in your face touches the heart with a soft
thud, exuding drop by drop,
like fruit that fell here years ago,
an old pain, still.

–Cesare Pavese

(Thanks, Meghan, for reminding me about Poem Fridays! I hope you like this one.)