My Little Flower Shop Wedding Centerpiece Goes To A “Kate Spade” Party

A modern wedding centerpiece from our website was featured in a blog today about translating your favorite clothing designer’s “look” into a look for an event. Our wedding centerpiece was put on an inspiration board for a Kate Spade-styled event.  How delightful!  Thanks to Dana from Big City Farm Girl, and to Lindsay from Pinklet and C for including us in this fun concept.

Reposted from Pinklet and C

Hi Everyone, I’m Dana – fashion lover, DIY enthusiast, blogger over at Big City Farm Girl, and good friend of Lindsey’s! I’m super excited to be posting over here at Pinklet and C. I wanted to make my post both fun and inspirational and came up with the idea of translating one of my favorite designers into an awesome party. When a designer creates a collection it needs to be cohesive, inspirational, eye catching, and make everyone go “wow.” Well don’t you want the same reaction when throwing a dinner party, birthday celebration, or bridal shower? Incorporating a certain designer’s aesthetic is a way to make your party both  fun and fashionable. One of my favorite designers out there right now is Kate Spade. I’m in love with her bold, gorgeous, bright pieces and jewel tone accessories and of course classic polka dot prints. So why not take this look and plan a party around in?

 

*all images from kate spade


If you’re looking for an easy DIY, colorful centerpiece check out these that I put together for a friend’s bridal shower!
Now who doesn’t want to throw a party based on their favorite designer?
Thanks Lindsey for having me over here at Pinklet and C. I would love for everyone to stop by my blog and say hello!

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What Makes A Bride Feel Like A Bride? Her Bouquet.

All brides’ bouquets are very important to the way they feel on their wedding day, but none so much as the women we meet who are here in Palm Springs to elope or have tiny family weddings.  The bouquet is central in making that bride feel no less important than Kate Middleton taking her vows in front of the entire world.  This inspiration board we’re sharing is from an elopement at The Lucy House here in Palm Springs. The bride, in an adorable cocktail style dress, was definitely in love with her bouquet. Oh yeah – and the groom too.  Enjoy.  Photography by Debi Parker.

 

“Top Chef” judge Gail Simmons engagement story!

Gail Simmons, food writer and judge of Bravo’s Top Chef, recently shared her proposal story in the publicity for her new book “Talking With My Mouth Full.”   Thanks to Gail, and to Glamour Magazine for the excerpt.  Enjoy!

LOS ANGELES, CA - SEPTEMBER 18:  Tv personalit...
LOS ANGELES, CA – SEPTEMBER 18: Tv personality/chef Tom Colicchio and tv personality Gail Simmons arrive at the 63rd Annual Primetime Emmy Awards held at Nokia Theatre L.A. LIVE on September 18, 2011 in Los Angeles, California. (Image credit: Getty Images via @daylife)

My parents have been married for more than 45 years. So you can imagine how overjoyed they were when Jeremy eventually proposed.

One of Jeremy’s and my favorite neighborhood restaurants in August 2007 was, appropriately enough, called August and was located around the corner from our apartment.

The chef at the time was a young guy named Tony Liu. In the tiny universe that is the culinary world, he’d worked for Daniel Boulud just before I was there, and then for Mario Batali at Babbo.

We ate dinner at August on occasion, but it was their weekend brunch that we especially loved. Jeremy and I would sit in the glassed-in courtyard and linger over coffee on lazy Saturdays, eating whatever creation Tony and his wood-fired oven would dream up for us. There was always some sort of baked eggs with chorizo, or basil and fresh tomato sauce, fluffy German pancakes with black currants, delicate gravlax with soft scrambled eggs and dill. Tony would make golden hash browns the size of hockey pucks that would sit up in the window of the kitchen, and it was all I could do not to grab them as I was walking to our table. Tony’s menu highlighted regional specialties from all over Europe, from house-made Irish corned beef to Spanish calcots (wild spring onions often blackened on an open fire and served with romesco sauce).

My favorite was his Welsh rarebit: hearty dark rye toast slathered with a sauce made from cheddar, strong mustard, and ale, served with a fried egg on top and a side of cornichons. How could it not be? Mustard is my favorite condiment. Eggs are my favorite food. Cheese — obviously. Beer — adds bite. It’s in my personal Food Hall of Fame.

I’d been traveling through California for 10 days — from LA to San Francisco, and for several days to Sonoma for an event with the “Top Chef” Season 2 winner, Ilan Hall — and returned home on a Friday night exhausted. We had dinner … and drank a bottle or two of wine. I was so tired that I collapsed into bed without washing the makeup off my face.

I woke up the next morning and remember feeling so grateful that I had nothing to do for a whole weekend. In my half sleep, I rolled over to nuzzle under Jer’s arm and I hit something. I thought it was the phone or the TV remote, and I batted it away. Then I opened my eyes.

Jeremy was wide awake. His eyes were huge and alert. I looked down and saw that in the bed beside me was a small box. He started talking nervously. Words were falling out of his mouth. I barely even heard what he said. I opened the box and there was a ring. I was in such shock, I blurted, “No!” from surprise.

“No?” he said, startled.

“No! I mean, yes!” I said. “Yes! Yes!” I cried, still disoriented from sleep, and put the ring on my finger. It was so beautiful and feminine and perfect. I looked up at him, happy, and he started to laugh.

“What?”

“You might want to look at yourself.”

I went to the bathroom and saw black streaks of mascara running down my face; my hair was sticking up at all angles.

I cleaned myself up, went back to bed, and he said, “Don’t move. Just stay here.”

We lay in bed, beaming, for a little while and then the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” I insisted, putting on my bathrobe.

When I opened the door, there was a man standing outside with a huge box. I took it from him and it almost knocked me down, it was so heavy. Inside was a full breakfast delivery straight from Tony at August. Since they have a wood-burning stove, they cook everything in cast-iron skillets. They hadn’t transferred anything into to-go containers. Instead, they had just piled the skillets into this box and had it couriered over. There was my beloved Welsh rarebit, and so many other treats, enough food for at least three meals. We made it last the whole day, laid out like a picnic on our living room floor.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Two deliverymen arrived bearing vases full of flowers; huge peonies, dahlias, roses, and hydrangeas. They lasted for days.

(blogger’s note- Just goes to show, all good stories end with lots and lots of flowers).

Excerpted from the book Talking With My Mouth Full by Gail Simmons. Copyright (c) 2012 GMS Media Inc. Published by Hyperion. Available wherever books are sold.