Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I long for a stately home from yester-year – not too large, but large enough for two and two or maybe three more. The boy pictures something with clean, modern lines, filled with space and very little yard. I dream of a beautiful limestone fireplace that warms the room with golden light, white-washed walls infused with the subtleties of age, floor-to-ceiling shelves of masterpieces and classics, timber floors pierced with old life, high ornate ceilings that hang crystal chandeliers and a story-book garden growing cherry blossoms, herbs and berries. At the bottom of the garden would be a magnificent old tree with dark brown arms holding and enfolding stories and secrets in its boughs. Nestled beneath its canopy of a hundred floating voices would be a dear little tree house – a place for solitude and relaxation, for inspiration and imagination, somewhere to dream sweet dreams and become lost in deep thoughts. Whatever our house of dreams will be, I can not wait to bring it to life...with beautiful furnishings...and wonderful scents and smells... to clothe it with love... paint the walls with laughter and good times, nurture a family in it and together with the boy, grow old in it...
Now our love is deep enough to need no frantic gestures. You smile in passing, touch my shoulder. I walk with you in the garden, sharing the last light, the flickering of the bats, the scent of the roses. We are at home in quietness. Passion and the everyday flow from each other, equal expressions of our love.
Charlotte Gray, 1937
Photo credits: 1) Peonies and Polaroids 2) Unknown source 3) Paul Massey 4) Cherry Blossom Girl 5) Unknown source
All other photos by Paul Massey
Monday, April 20, 2009
Rich gloom slowly exhales a film of faint vapour.
The light bids farewell and departs hastily.
Night winds start to dance wildly
through the blackness.
Stars drown in a lair of purple mist.
Darkness hangs veils of
grey cloud and violet shadows.
A forgotten chill returns.
Winter is nigh.
Photo credit: Weather Underground
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I have a garden of my own
Shining with flowers of every hue
I loved it dearly while alone
But I shall love it more with you
And there the golden bees shall come
In summer time at the break of morn
And wake up their busy hum
Around the Siha’s fragrant thorn
Thomas Moore, 1835
How romantic would it be to marry at dawn – a Spring dawn, with a glorious sunrise winking through the trees; slipping down to meet your groom in a ethereal garden laden with buds and blossoms; embracing under a canopy of thick foliage; climbing roses and towering boughs gleaming in the soft romantic glow of the early sun. It would feel like standing beneath the dome of a great cathedral and declaring your eternal love to each other with the pink and yellow sky above and the glistening sunshine all around. It would be a small gathering – circled only by the loving faces of long-familiar family and friends.
The bride would carry a simple bouquet of fragrant lavender, berries and rosemary tied with vintage lace. She would wear something so fabulous she could and indeed would wear it again and again.
Nothing welcomes Spring more beautifully than dining outside. There is nothing more splendid than a table illuminated with crystal that bounces around a confetti of coloured sunlight and overflows with all kinds of deliciousness.
So, after a relaxed but heart-warming ceremony, laughter and conversation will bubble out as guests indulge in the sweetest champagne and a precious home-made breakfast while soaking up the intoxicating scents of Spring.
On the menu – French toast sprinkled with mixed berries, buttermilk pancakes ladled with cinnamon butter syrup, soft-boiled eggs with asparagus and caviar, warm buttered rolls with salads of chicken and herbs garnished with lemon, sweet, nutty muffins, a delightful spread of cheese, fresh fruit, jams and of course, endless coffee.
For dessert – silver platters dripping with cake, cake and more cake, strawberries and cream served with more champagne, romantic French desserts and old jars still bearing faded French labels filled with truffles.
Faded grandeur and otherworldly beauty is my inspiration. The garden is a place of fantasy and guests will feel as though they were stepping out of a wardrobe and into an enchanted forest.
Antique chandeliers will hang from low branches and catch the first light of day within the crystals and time-worn mirrors with ornate frames and dull glass will lean against tree stumps, enticing you to stare deep into the magical world beyond your reflection.
Food will be served on silver platters, in etched crystal bowls and on mismatched porcelain plates. Tea will be served in dainty porcelain tea cups. An eclectic array of antique candlesticks and a confetti of blossoms and petals will be scattered across the sun-dappled table which will be draped in muslin, vintage lace and gorgeous French linens embroidered by hand.
Hand-made paper garlands made from the pages of old books will hang from the trees. Terracotta pots filled with herbs and lavender will serve as earthen centrepieces, perfuming the air with delicious aromas. The tinkling of silver spoons will chime gently to an old, record player crackling out French folk songs. Guests will be gifted with hand-made soaps and old books of poetry, gorgeously wrapped in lavishly patterned voile and richly-coloured ribbon.
After a slow and sumptuous breakfast, the happy couple will retreat to a quiet corner; with the sun now high and hot, they find coolness in the shade of a big, handsome tree; they stare into the heavens and smile...
"Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes…And the perfect afternoon slowly ripened, slowly faded, slowly its petals closed".
(Extract from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield, 1922)
Friday, April 10, 2009
My latest must-have and well thought-out (Should I buy this trench coat? But the boy already bought me a very similar one for my birthday...it’s not that similar...and...you can never have too many trench coats...and...winter is just around the corner...and...I will be needing lots of warm layers for when we go to New Zealand for our honeymoon)purchase...
I must say it looks slightly better on Penelope but doesn’t everything? I just noticed the shoes...hmmmm
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The cause? Sadness...it’s crisis overload – emotional crisis, economic crisis, identity crisis; someone you know is dying from cancer; someone you know has just died from cancer; the all too familiar be glad you still have a job; another psychopath on the rampage; another earthquake; another Josef Fritzl (I wonder how many more of these sick beasts that disguise themselves as fathers are out there?); depleting disposable incomes; an unsympathetic property market – and the list goes on...
Image by La Porte Rouge
A cure? If only...But, surely happiness is everywhere if we take a moment to look...
Things that make me happy...
Wedding expenses coming under budget (which makes me wonder whether our budget was way too high to start with)...
Image by La Porte Rouge
Image by the Cherry Blossom Girl
Image by La Porte Rouge
Image by When your Heart Feels and Needs to Speak
And the list goes on...
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved cake. Especially little ones – they look so dainty and sweet she thought, too good to eat…but she always did – every last morsel of deliciousness.
I have never been fond of the over-sized wedding cake – stiff like a stack of hat boxes; the cake that never gets eaten entirely (and often, not even partially) and always sacrifices taste for one too many layers of thick, chalky icing.
I did find one notable exception – this magnificent masterpiece; a tower of elaborate wowness.
Indeed impressive and breathtaking in its grandeur, but not the sweet and dainty wedding cake that haunted my dreams.
I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the smaller wedding cake was very fashionable and there were plenty of inspiring ideas out there. While cupcakes were so chic, I immediately fell in love with these little pieces of heaven - so simple but oh so pretty.
I obsessed over their heavenliness for many many nights.
It was decided – eight of these small sweetnesses (about 3 inches high); adorned with a row of scalloped piping and a single, delicate sugar blossom on top. The eight minis will surround a single-tiered cutting cake about the size of a dinner plate, like this one -
The cutting cake would be covered with lots and lots of buttercream icing and strewn with luscious, natural, rambling sugar flowers. It will stand on a 1930's pressed glass cake stand for no other stand would do. They inspire images of English country gardens and Victorian tea parties.
Now, all I had to do was find someone to recreate these beauties. She was not very hard to find. After tearing out pictures of several beautiful cakes, I realised that they all happened to be designed by Faye Cahill, cake designing maestro.
After our first meeting with Faye, we were sent home with a box of sample cupcakes – chocolate mud; white chocolate; vanilla rose petal; citrus and strawberry; coconut and white chocolate and almond torte. Oh! Too good I thought. If only they were as yummy as they looked, my dream just may have come true…and they were.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Look at how relaxed I was. Fully present in the moment. Basking in it. Soaking it in. I was not saturated in stress.
My shoes and dress were comfortable enough for dancing. My beauty radiated out of me; it was not applied to me.
I got to spend quality time with my friends and family. I was myself, not a show. In fact, I was my fullest expression of self.
I do not remember whether the invitations were letterpress or whether the flowers at the ceremony were the same ones at the reception.
The wedding favors or the fanciness of the food did not make memories. The sincerity did. The connection did. The time together did.
It did not matter whether every last detail conformed to the signature colors. Instead of saying, “What a beautiful bouquet,” the guests said, “What a beautiful love.”
This is my wish to you, dear brides, as you pore over wedding magazines and read daily blogs. Some of it matters. Most of it does not. Casting your net in the wrong direction will most surely mean you miss the things you most dearly want to catch.
May your wedding be just one sincere, authentic, happiest day in a long line of many.
This is my wish to you.
All my best,Sara