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weekly links // 02

This week the girls at 100 Layer Cake did an awesome feature on wedding cocktail mixology featuring the dapper gentlemen at Pharmacie LA. I love that they are bringing mixology to the wedding world (and other events of course) and I would love a chance to sample a few of their specialties. Hint, hint, nudge, nudge…which really just means I’m going to have to find myself LA soon…preferably with an event to attend. Looking for a convenient way to gather addresses for your next party. Postable is for you. You Away Messages — via Twitter Sometimes you wonder do I need to be over the top when party planning. Then you find out Kate and Andy Spade like Triscuits, meatloaf and Duncan Hines cake…and all the sudden, the world is yours again. — Bon Appetit 50 Shades of Chicken, enough said. If you think that using photoshop to create art is tedious, imagine using salt. — the Kitchn Autumn Grilled Cheese Options — Design Sponge JetBlue and a GOTV campaign had a baby. It’s adorable. — JetBlue …


As I listen to Glee: Volume 1 and Glee: Volume 2, I am convinced they are channeling my life into a TV soundtrack. Current obesssion of the moment (off of volume one), Rachel’s cover of Celine Dion’s Taking Chances. Why, cause the chorus screams a mantra from college…Just Say Jump: What do you say to taking chances, What do you say to jumping off the edge? Never knowing if there’s solid ground below Or hand to hold, or hell to pay, What do you say, What do you say? “Taking Chances,” Glee: Volume 1

quote of the day.

Viking Fair. A friend of mine had a gchat message noting that she was sad to be missing the viking fair. And me in my inqusitive nature of course messaged her with two words and a question mark: “viking fair?” Which is to say, what the heck are you talking about. And oh am I glad that I asked just because of the response: Her:  haha, yeah. it’s more of a norwegian fair, but i like vikings more than norwegians. So a word to the Norwegians: feel offended…feel very, very offended. Either that, or start going by fun names like Erik the Red.

a photo. a quote

A random photo that I was recently editing: A random comment from something I was recently reading: Love is a funny thing. It doesn’t begin at the same moment a relationship decidedly does, with touches and glances and determination. It is not bound by agreements or contracts or compromises. It starts in thin, delicate wisps and never reveals itself until it is completely formed, and by then it’s too late to push it away. It’s too heavy, too hard, too concrete. It stays and invades and conquers. It drives you to do crazy things in its name. It won’t cease until every part of you yearns and hurts and sings. It leaves visible, stinging marks on your heart the way the summer sun does to your skin. It peels and fades and takes heavy casualties. Love is a battle. Love is a pushing and pulling of heartstrings and nerve endings. Love is a growing up.