Neon brights have made a comeback from my favorite era...and they have never looked so good and modern!
I LOVE to add a pop of neon color to a neutral palette - or you can always amp up the entire party and embrace these bold, beautiful colors with abandon. It's brilliant (literally) either way!
The perfect favor that keeps on giving.
Featured in a bridal shower earlier this summer on GetMarried, these DIY bird seed feeders generated alot of interest and readers wanting to know the how-to!
Here's what you need for one batch - (6) 3"x2" favors:
First, you will need to bring the water to a small boil in a saucepan. Dissolve the packets of gelatine in the water, stirring with a whisk. Turn off burner and let cool for a couple minutes.
Pour in 2 cups of bird seed and mix well. If the mixture seems to be too watery, add more bird seed and let stand.
Line a cookie sheet with wax paper and spray the cookie cutters liberally with the cooking spray.
Spoon the seed mixture into the cookie cutters, making sure to press firmly and fill the cookie cutter completely.
Stick the straws into each one where you think the feeder will hang best. (Just not too close to an edge!)
Place in the freezer for at least 10 minutes to harden. Then gently release the feeder from the cookie cutter. (Eek! this part makes me a little nervous...hence, the encouragement for a liberal application of the cooking spray.)
IMPORTANT: Thread twine (ribbon or fabric strips) through the straw before you remove it from the feeder.
Let the feeders dry for at least 48 hours.
Wa-lah! Now you can make a bee line to the tree and hang for your feathered friends, put in a cute bag for favors or use as the ultimate nature-inspired gift tag!
Photo credit: Jordi Lee Photography
Obsessed and often reflecting on the book, Wild by Cheryl Strayed, I also ran across this little gem authored by her as well.
Knee-deep in all things weddings, I instantly knew I needed to share this excerpt. As always, Cheryl Strayed has such a real and honest perspective. So funny, so lovely, so true...
I’m getting married in July. Why do I feel totally aggressive and angry? How does anyone get through this event?
My guess is you’re the bride and that you feel aggressive and angry because you’re in wedding planning hell and you’re caught up in all the expectations, outdated fairy tales, overpriced products, and irrational beliefs that one adheres to when one believes it possible to flawlessly orchestrate the behaviors, conversations, drinking habits and outfits of a large group of in-laws, out-laws, friends, strangers and coworkers while simultaneously having a meaningful and intimate exchange with your sweetheart in front of an audience. It is not. Or at least it’s not possible in exactly the way you’re imagining now, sweet pea. I’m quite certain that whatever you’re all worked up about these days—the colors of your napkins, the invitation that should or should not be sent to your mother’s cousin Ray—matters little and whatever will actually happen on that day in July when you get married will positively blow your mind.
Your wedding is going to be a kick, honey bun, but only after you accept that it isn’t something to “get through.” Perhaps it might help to stop thinking about it as the perfect “event,” but rather a messy, beautiful, and gloriously unexpected day in your sweet life. My own wedding was really something, though for a good stretch it appeared that everything had gone to hell. As our one hundred or so guests arrived, it was pouring rain and we’d made no rain contingency plans for our outdoor wedding. Mr. Sugar realized he forgot his pants sixty miles away, back in the city where we lived, and I realized I forgot the marriage license. My mother-in-law arrived dressed like a sheepherder from Biblical times if sheepherders from Biblical times wore teal and one of my old friends pulled me aside to grill me about why I hadn’t chosen her to be a bridesmaid. I couldn’t find the bobby pins I’d brought to pin my veil to my hair and then once other bobby pins had been purchased, in a mad dash relay effort that involved two local drugstores, I and seven of my girlfriends couldn’t get the god damn veil to stay on my head.
Many of those things seemed calamitous at the time, but they are now among my most treasured memories of that day. If they hadn’t happened, I’d have never run down the street in the rain holding Mr. Sugar’s hand laughing and crying at the same time because I was going to have to marry him in a dingy library basement instead of on the banks of a beautiful river. I’d have never felt the way it feels when everyone you know volunteers to drive at an illegal speed to retrieve a pair of pants and a piece of paper. I’d have never known what a Biblical-times sheepherder might look like in teal, or that important piece of information about my old friend. And I wouldn’t have been so distracted by getting those god damned bobby pins in my hair that I didn’t realize the rain had stopped and Mr. Sugar had discreetly enlisted our guests to carry one hundred white wooden chairs a quarter mile, from the terrible library basement back to the grassy spot on the banks of the beautiful river, where I hoped to marry him in the sunlight and did.
We all get lost in the minutiae, but don’t lose this day. Make a list of everything that needs to be seen to and decided and worried about between now and July and then circle the things that matter the most to you and do them right. Delegate or decide on the other stuff and refuse to worry anymore. Let your wedding be a wonder. Let it be one hell of a good time. Let it be what you can’t yet imagine and wouldn’t orchestrate even if you could. Remember why it is you’ve gone to so much trouble that you’ve been driven to anger and aggression and an online advice columnist. You’re getting married, sweet pea! There’s a day in July that’s a shimmering slice of your mysterious destiny. All you’ve got to do is show up.
Again, thank you Cheryl Strayed for your fabulous insight. Brilliant.
We had been in Boulder for 3 days and after being so diligent on hydrating, resting, eating clean and Vitamin C, (okay, we strategically sipped a few glasses of vino), Mt. Bierstadt was before us!
Pretty confident I could physically do this...hopeful that I could mentally do this...and praying I didn't get altitude sickness, I just kept remembering a picture of an 11 year old girl at the top and thought if she can do it...so can I! Right?!?
Up and on the road way before dawn...
Grateful to find this along the way...at this hour and alittude, this was my liquid courage.
A little giddy, a little quiet and a little chilly...me, my sister-in-law Steph and Janell were off to begin a 6 hour journey that honestly words won't do justice in describing but am hopeful pictures will help!
Unsure of what the weather may bring (even though it looks perfect at the start), we are packed with layers, Camelbacks full of water, protein-filled snacks and charged phones for pics. We signed the ledger (had to document!) and pinkie-swore that we would all make it to the top! 14,065 feet.
And we are off...
Thank goodness for the breath-taking (literally) views along the way as well as the sprinkling of alpine flora that was petite, sturdy and happy at each elevation. My personal inspiration - petite. sturdy. happy. This definitely made pacing ourselves all the better. Petite, sturdy, happy ants marching.
Are we there yet?! Not even close...ha! But it was the perfect time to break out into song with a few ditties from the Sound of Music soundtrack! Who can resist "The hills are alive...", "Do, re, mi..." and "A few of my favorite things..." with this backdrop?!?! Well...maybe the couple next to us.
Time to refuel and give a shout out to Juno who gave us each a Hello Kitty tattoo the night before.
Good call as the next 40 minutes were pretty quiet among us as the altitude was increasing fast and everyone seemed to be going in slow motion. Hearts racing, calves burning. This is where you heard choice words from fellow hikers, people questioned their own (or whoever they were with's) motivation (who's idea was this anyway?!)...and often referred to this stretch as the F-U Pass on this beautful day. Quiet, tolerant ants marching.
We've hit snow! Yippee! Now only needing to scale the boulders to the summit...
The energy and chatter had increased by everyone as we were so close to the top...after what was a journey in a journey to this point.
And this actually was my favorite part...I channeled my inner-mountain goat. Hopping from boulder to boulder. What a rush! We did it! (and to think I'm afraid of heights?!)
The summit was such a happy place...beers being cracked open, photo after photo, food sharing, hugs, tears...a girls' soccer team, a Cub Scout troop, newlyweds, friends and even a CrossFit group doing 14 burpees each?! Everyone here had a different reason for climbing...and the energy at the top proves they made it!
A-mazing. HUGE. Spiritual. AWE-some. Boundless. VAST. On top of the world. CRAZY.
Feeling like a million bucks, I owe it to my bro and his insight and advice along with Steph and Janell who were with me every step of the way...you guys are the best and I can't wait until our next adventure!
After clipping it down the mountain to beat the incoming storm, we stopped for a celebratory coffee in the cute little town at the base of the mountain and walked by this rock in a store window...it couldn't be more fitting.
14,065 feet. Bucket list. Check. That's how we roll...now go climb YOUR mountain...Cheers!