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DIY Bridal Bouquet
DIY BRIDAL BOUQUET by REBECCA SHEPHERD FLORAL DESIGNS
DIY Bridal Bouquet
A couple of weeks ago, I visited Rebecca Shepherd of Rebecca Shepherd Floral Designs and learned how to make a simple bridal bouquet and a simple centerpiece that would also work well as a decorative element in a smaller room (such as a bathroom) during a party.
The very best part of TJ Maxx is the “Runway” section, which carries brands such as Pucci, Valentino, Cavalli, and Ralph Lauren at a fraction of the prices you’d expect. Above, I’m holding a Nanette Lepore skirt and a Ralph Lauren tank.
Everybody needs an ugly Christmas sweater! Megan almost had to handcuff me to keep me from buying this thing.
Monday’s activities also included a trip to TJ Maxx to uncover the best wallet-friendly holiday fashions (video to come). I brought the dress pictured above ($20!) home, along with those adorable shoes…and desperately wanted to kidnap that coat.
Gift cards for use in-store generously provided by retailer.
Monday morning, I convinced begged Megan to drive me to the Bronx to pick up a package that FedEx delivered three times while I was in London and eventually decided should be held hostage at its 132nd Street location, which is quite literally located next to a bombed-out haunted house. Scenic, no?
Sequin Legging ($98)
Zebra Lace Tights ($16.50)
I’ve been awaiting the new book by Julie Powell, author of Julie & Julia, with bated breath, so when an advance copy of Cleaving landed on my doorstop, I was pretty ecstatic. I harbor a not-so-secret fascination with butchery, and have been begging The Brooklyn Kitchen to let me into their always-full pig butchering class (WARNING: graphic content after link) for months now, and I imagined that the book would be full of interesting tips interspersed with quick-witted storytelling, much like Powell’s previous effort.
To my immense dismay, this was not the case. Powell’s foray into butchery is a heavy-handed metaphor for the destruction of her marriage as a result of her affair with a man called only “D.” The segments on butchery were overly detailed even for me - and I’m fascinated with the topic, so I can only imagine how someone less carnivorously-inclined would feel - but it was the rest of the book that really got to me. It made me…well…angry. And perhaps this is because I felt like it was really cruel of Powell to chronicle the intimate details of her affair with another man for all the world to see, especially given that she claims to genuinely love her husband, but I suspect that it’s just because I found Powell’s obsession with sex surprisingly infantile. I felt like I was reading Twilight (boys boys boys boys boys) for the married set…and that’s just not what I was hoping for. I found Powell unlikeable and irredeemable, and by the end I just wanted her husband to tell her off and run away with Gisele or something, because frankly, he deserves it for putting up with her for all those years.
Everyone in the world is going to buy this book this Christmas - and hey, it’s entertaining enough - but I just want to warn you: Julie & Julia Part Deux this is not.
Kendrick has been trying for months to convince me to watch The Rock. It’s odd that he’s had so much trouble with this, as Independence Day, ConAir, and Face/Off (“You want to take my face…off?”) rank amongst my favorites, and I pretty much think that Ed Harris should be president, but still: it seemed really testosterone-fueled. And it was, but in the best of ways: I totally, totally loved it. I must remember to listen to my husband more often.
Also? Ed Harris should be president.
