Beige

Today I am meandering how it is possible that my feet are the same color as my shoes.

The Cotton Club comes to Raleigh

Craft Day Part Deux introduced the first ever Cotton Challenge to P as in Peter.

The Goal: To grow our own cotton for use in wedding centerpiece bouquets.

The Challenge: Staci and I each started with a packet of seeds and the same growing equipment. Every Friday we will document the status of our seedlings turn plants. The one who grows the cotton best wins.

The Incentive: Obvious bragging rights come September 24.

I'm also including a few inspiration images of how beautiful the the end potential can be. I love the glamorous and yet simple feel of these cotton arrangements.

photo from Wedding Paper Divas

photo from Love and Lavender

Saturday Craft Day

I am so lucky to not only have a friend in Raleigh who loves crafting as much as me--but a wedding planner as well. Staci and I decided to take full advantage of a beautiful Saturday afternoon and a newfound stash of mason jars --and some good rosé--to work on a southern take on centerpiece vases for my upcoming wedding.We loved the combination of the various pink shades and the addition of silver accents for a new twist on these cool, old-fashioned jars.

The miniature wine party lives on

I know I shouldn't really be this excited about having a night off away (ha ha, just kidding) from Mike, but those who have known me for years know that there's nothing (embarrassingly) that makes me happier than wine, cheese, bread and either watching bad television or playing around on my computer, or both. I mean, I sculpted a miniature ottoman to represent this scene for goodness sake (see below).

And so tonight, when Mike is watching Duke Lacrosse (play lacrosse, not allegedly attack anyone) I am spending a little quality time with my charcuterie. Bon appetit to me.

Celebrating my 155th Tuesday since moving from NYC

One of my most favorite personal projects is a photo blog that my long-distance friend Jenny and I have been working on for the past three years (which started my last Tuesday living in the West Village). And in honor of our 52nd Tuesday of this year, I hoofed it to the Asian market at rush hour, bought the best looking 2 lb lobsters for Mike and I to enjoy, and even got up the courage to put those suckers in the water myself. Jenny + Tom, I love and miss you, and most of all am thinking of you tonight.

PS. And as a great rule of 'friends don't let friends boil lobsters in pots that are too small' I owe a huge thank you to my dear friend Paola, who has probably seen me the most in these last 155 weeks.With and without lobster.

My search for a cake topper may have ended

My mom sent me this cartoon from the paper which really answers my question of which cake topper describes our life best.

New Orleans, summed up in about 12 oz.

Dry winter hands, henna tattoos, and a restaurant dedicated solely to friend dough and powdered sugar– 2 out of 3 say it was a great weekend.