I tend to throw my heart and soul into projects. I invest a lot and I dream big. And even if the final product doesn’t match my lofty aspirations, I would rather go all out than put up a wimpy front.
Case in point, my aforementioned impending party. (Fancy way for saying that party I told y’all about that’s coming up soon-ish.)
The first party we ever had in our apartment was a taco night. You may recall the decor:
For the Second Annual Classy Cocktail Party, I want to go a little fancier. A little more grown-up. People will be dressed to impress, after all.
I’m majorly in love with all the silver and gold decor ideas I’m seeing on Pinterest lately:
So for those of you lucky enough to live in the right zipcode to be invited (or who happen to be visiting!), that’s what you have to look forward to. I always want to get a set of sweet vintage decanters. Something like these (or…you know, ALL of these):
And for those of you who won’t be there, never fear. I’m an over-sharer, remember? There will be plenty of photos.
(And if you love my party style, feel free to check out my It’s a Party pin board on Pinterest!)
Wowie-zowie* you guys. You’re all really nice.
Or you just really like knowing someone in Glamour magazine. But I prefer to think you’re all just really nice.
The blog was five views shy of 600 total uniques yesterday, and it had nothing to do with narwhals! (Well, okay, 32 of those views had to to with narwhals. Can’t win ’em all.)
Would you believe I still haven’t seen the actual magazine myself? I’m gonna make a run over lunch, so hopefully by this afternoon I will have seen myself in all my CMYK glory.
Anyway, I don’t have any decor updates yet, but I just wanted to say thanks for all the kind comments, Facebook likes, texts, and random contact people made yesterday. Seriously, I heard from people I haven’t seen or spoken to in over six years yesterday. Madness.
The point is, you’re all swell in my book. And if you’re new to the blog, welcome! I hope you’ll keep reading and commenting. Because I like hearing from you all.
*I am not saying this randomly. There is a story about “wowie-zowie” that only my husband and my friend Sarah Hall know. But just trust me it’s funny to say.