Be (Inspire)d #1

The future belongs to those who believe in the  beauty of their dreams.   

~Eleanor Roosevelt

Yes, it's Meadowsweet Cottage.  Wondering where the blog title is?  Me too! 

I'm reworking the header and realized I need to edit the image of the truck to include the blog name.  Silly me! It's been awhile since I played the blogging game so bear with me while I figure this out with a new photo editor.  I miss Picasa3!

My Busy Paintbrush--Wedding Version 1.0

I love weddings!

And since I'm just the helpful aunt I get to enjoy the wedding preparations without stressing about travel arrangements for out-of-town guests and requested microbrews that don't seem to be available. (I'm going on record now that my two boys can just elope and it'll be okay with us and our bank account.)

I love making signs and chalkboards so I volunteered to take on several projects for my lovely niece.  Like these "thank you" signs--take a photo with the bride and groom holding them and you have  perfect, memorable thank you notes.

 

This was based on the Chopin font with a sprinkle of Brock capitals--I used the  same combo for my Meadowsweet Cottage sign.  You know that the partnership is going to go well when the bride chooses one of your favorite fonts!

BTW, she's fabulous at getting her thank-you's out immediately.  I appreciate that great etiquette and I'm happy to help her out.

I have some swirls to add on her Choose a Seat sign and I'll be finished with that.  I had a lightbulb moment about how to transport and assemble the biggest project I took on for the bride and groom.  (Now I just need some dowels and a drill, she said mysteriously. ) And I'll soon have the food and drink menu in hand so I can do the lettering on those with a chalkboard pen.  The end is in sight--good thing, since the wedding is right around the corner!

Bring joy,

Nine Pipers Piping

They sound great, but oh my gosh! Are they actually wearing kilts?

My heart is in Arizona tonight. It's attending a wedding for me. Regrettably, it's winter and my money tree is dormant and leafless in my backyard. And Southwest Air didn't tuck a free ticket into my stocking on Christmas morning. I think I'm fairly angelic, but I'm missing fluffy feathery wings so I can't migrate south like I want. Phooey! or words to that effect.

One of my favorite kids is all grown up and getting married right about now. (He was the three-year-old who told the bucket story in preschool many many years ago.) I can't believe we aren't there tonight to celebrate. I want to meet his wife, I want to hug his parents, I want to laugh with his brothers and sister and their spouses, I want to marvel at how much the kidlets have grown since last January.

A year ago we were doing exactly that at his brother's wedding. Then the job world came crashing down and we weren't able to attend the beach wedding in May either. My wonderful friend Kacee is amazing to not only survive, ,but to flourish, with all three of her sons getting married in the last 366 days. I can almost hear her fabulous laugh from here!

Am I happy for digital photos and the Net? You'd better believe it! I can't wait to see how the guys looked in their kilts and how Bucket Boy's already-gorgeous wife looked in her gown. I hope there's a photo of them looking at each other with a lifetime of love shining in their eyes. I love weddings!