a pretty st.helena job.
my great crew. everyone worked so hard and really made this one possible. it makes me think back on days in the not so distant past where Ken and I basically did everything by ourselves. those were fun times too, but really hard and tiring.
my mom and dad came to spend the week and watch Alice for this wedding.
they had a grand time. we ate heirloom tomato or peach summer salads pretty much everyday. i can’t complain. i had some kale/spinach enchiladas that are pretty much my favorite food ever. alice and my mom soaked their feet and did pedicures for each other on the back porch. pretty cute.
my dad teased alice a lot. that’s their way together.
those of you in the culinary world take note…alice “invented” a pizza tortilla. which was a huge hit obviously. (well, with alice anyway:)
and alice gave me tons of snuggles at the end of each long day when i needed them most. those snuggles are like pure positivity. i’m certain they add years to my life.
as for the work side of things, we made these crazy fern and orchid pendants for the tent which was one of those things that you pitch to a client – and you really have no idea how you will make it work until you actually start building it. it took about 6 people 3 hours to get these beauties sort of pre-prepped to hang and mostly ready for install. not to mention a huge mess. no small task and i was grateful for all my helpers that day.
clean up the morning after. i don’t love doing strikes. it breaks my heart a lot to clean up all our hard work. but sometimes i have to be there. 7am i arrived by myself…with crew en route behind. it was perfectly quiet. the fog was all over the tables. everything was still perfect. the flowers were tenderly wrapped up in this cool blanket of a cloud. i was walking right through the soft mist, looking at all the gorgeous flowers. each one, even better now than the night before. there was something really special about seeing it sort of frozen in time like that. maybe the prettiest strike morning ever.