Wedding: Ring Bearer Pillow

I know it's been a while since my last wedding post and that's because a lot has changed in the last couple weeks! The biggest development being that Steven and I are no longer getting married on November 10th, but rather July 7th! Yep, we moved the wedding up 4 months :) But more on that later...

A few weeks ago, I asked the talented Ashley from Rustic Living if she could possible create a custom made ring bearer pillow for my big day. Her Etsy shop is full of adorable pillows all with a shabby chic look that perfectly matches the overall feel and theme of my wedding. She agreed to take a stab at the ring bearer pillows and the finished products are beyond PERFECT!

Actually, they are so on-point with what I envisioned that I am having a difficult time decided which one I want! Steven and I have finally narrowed it down to two, and we were hoping you all could give us a hand deciding which one it will be! So what do you think?

Pillow #1

Or pillow #2

Both adorable. This decision may just simply be impossible. 

Head on over to Ashley's blog and Etsy shop and take a look at all her other designs!

Have a lovely day, friends!

The Best Moment.

The best moment is when he lays his head in my lap and says you're pretty. I love you.

why?

because you are amazing.

.and that's the man I'm going to marry.

Friday Letters

Dear GPS - I did not appreciate you sending me on a wild goose chase to find FedEx. AND, once I did find the blasted place (no thanks to you), they said they couldn't print my wedding invitations! I blame this whole unfortunate incident on you. Dear Saturday Night - You and I, along with a few fellow pinterest obsessed girls, are going to indulge in a pinterest party. It will be epic! Just saying... Dear Huckleberry - I'm sorry your friend Amigo will be moving away soon. But maybe now, we can convince your father that it's time you get your a furry companion --a little brother, perhaps? Dear Wedding Plans - Other than the invitation fiasco yesterday, you have been relatively easy to manage as of late. And that it awesome.

I hope each of you have a fantastic weekend!

Busted.

Huckleberry's new favorite destructive activity has been to dig up the potted plants my landlord has on the back deck. She has A LOT of potted plants, and keeping Huck away from them has taken up the majority of my days lately. He knows he is not suppose to dig in the pots, so when I went outside to check on him and saw these images below, of course, he knew a "Bad dog! You leave it!" and swat on the nose would ensue.

When Huck heard me approach, he quickly turned his back towards me. He was sitting on the end of the deck, facing the water. I said his name...he ignored me...I said his name again...he was as still as a statue. I walked towards him and tried to get him to face me...nope, he kept turning his body so I couldn't see his face!...Finally, I clasped his collar to get him to stop avoiding me, he slowly turns his face towards mine and this is what I see.

SO GUILTY! Of course, I had to snap a picture. Needless to say, the puppy face still holds it's power over me (I mean just look at that!). There was no "bad dog" or swat on the nose.  

My dog has me whipped.

Because Sometimes Happiness Is Found Within A Not-So-Happy Ending

Dear Edgar Allen Poe, although I am usually not a fan of any American author/poet, you have pleasantly surprised me. I enjoy your dark humor and irony, but, more so, I enjoy that I have yet to read a poem or tale with a happy ending.

In a strange, morbid way, I find that refreshing.

But just in case I do become afraid while turning through your pages that are brimming with psychological intensity and depth, I made sure to use the book mark my mother gave me.

Because it too brings me much amusement.

Lunch break is over, time to put you away and resume editing and formatting boring black text that truly does not do a thing for my soul. 

p.s. You'd be mortified if you had to read what I do everyday.