in silk

Aside from the strange "crystal wheat stalk accent" that reminds me of a wire coat hanger I once spotted under my car in a parking lot, I am in love with this dress. Monique Lhuillier (a graduate from my alma mater, no less) is an amazing designer, her creations dreamy visions of the modern bride. She incorporates classic style lines, adding whimsical features and layering lace and tulle into what I can only describe as loveliness.

The price points for M.L. bridal dresses range from pretty darn reasonable to wow-I'll-certainly-never-have-one-of-those. Inevitably the ones that catch my eye are the latter. No matter, I can dream and drool and in the meantime float a little as I scroll through her collections. Visit her website for your very own taste of heaven, but don't say I didn't warn you.

photo courtesy of monique lhuillier

circus dreaming

I have three events I'm part of planning, and every little detail is a thrill. From the invitations, to the signature drink, from light shows to music, and even a girl in a bubble, floating on a pool. I love the brainstorm, the tornado of ideas that once you open the floodgates, can sweep you away in dreams of the wildest kind.

Of course after imagining a circus tent with all the side shows and the ringmaster, the flying trapeze, the monkeys, contortionists, flame throwers, and elephants, the end result is often an ambient big top, lights and music, flaming drinks and snake ladies. Which I'm perfectly happy with, as long as I get to dream it first.

Giselle cards

joshua joy ticket

hagenbeck wallace ticket

Venetian Circus Girl (doll)

the junk in my head

Some nights are sleepless and filled with strange dreams (like your mouth full of stitches because your gums are all rearranged; thanks E! Television). I woke up confused and exhausted, my eyes squinty and my brain in denial that morning had indeed come.

Luckily this doesn't happen very often, because when it does every cell in my body wants to abort the wake up mission, and return to bed. Stat.

Some days are a foggy blur of people talking, working on 'stuff' and going through the motions (wake up, eat, work, walk, gym, eat). I'm focused entirely on getting through to Then when I can roll my sleepy self into bed and curl up, with my pillow scrunched up just so. In the meantime, I have to do a job and drive around running errands. It's dumb, really.

Tonight I'll wear earplugs and ignore the night sounds that kept me up last night. I'll try not notice when the dog starts wagging his tail at 6:30am for his walk. I'll look away from the "Top 20 Best and Worst Plastic Surgeries" or whatever other disturbing show is on TV at the gym.

I swear. I'll do at least two out of three.

sleepy hedgehog courtesy of petsblog

sleepy kitten courtesy of wailoong.com